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Chapter 5: Wake Up Call

POV: Celeste Gray

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Engulfed in darkness, I had no clue where I was, but I felt somewhat at ease. My concern began to grow nonetheless, as I tried to remember what happened and found my memories were failing to come forward. It was a blank white canvas. That my mind has botched to paint in. How did I end up here? I started to concentrate on a fathom of a memory of how I got here. What the happened in general.
Nothing.

I tried harder, but I began to go lightheaded as the pounding of a headache was coming on. I began trying to remember today as a whole, and panic grew.

Nothing.

The only phantom of a memory that shone through was of me slamming the door as I left for school. I'm unsure why I slammed it. I guessing it's because they were fighting again. Why would they be fighting? My parent's love each other. Do they not? I can't remember! This is infuriating!

"WHAT THE HELL!" I shrieked to the darkness in frustration. I have always been able to remember everything without even trying to. My dad even called it my gift or superhero power. Psycologists and doctors, on the other hand, call it Eidetic memory. Most people know it as photographic memory. I was diagnosed with it when I was seven years old and it has only gotten better since then. My psychologist, Mom has me seeing, says verbatim that "by far you are the most extensive and impressive case I've seen in a long time." So then why the bloody hell, if my memory is so great, can't I remember jack-shit about today. The psycologist...I remember her, but why am I seeing her? I know Mom sent me to...but it's fuzzy.

"UGH, screw this shit." Standing here fussing about my forgetfulness isn't helping me figure out how I got here and where that is. No matter what, I know my parents will come to find me. I know everything will be alright, because I have them. Thinking about my parents made something inside me ping. Like a twinge of pain in my chest and heart. Unsure why it was there, I pushed it aside to deal with later, and turned my attention to the matter at hand. I took my concentration and focused it on trying to see through the dark. Squinting at, what started to look like a long wide hallway, I stood still trying to get my surroundings at least. A silk-like sensation crossing my foot stole my attention. Looking to the ground I saw white mist dancing around my feet and ground. Again? What is with the fog, it's so portentous, and it's freaking me out. Shaking my foot to whisk the fog away, it dawned upon me that I wasn't wearing shoes. Not only was I not wearing shoes, but my legs were bare up to just above my knees where what looked like a dresses trim graced across. Startled by an unexpected sight, I took a quick breath in. I noticed that my left leg, from the bottom of my ankle and to the top of my knee, was bandaged.

What had happened to me?

Looking back up to see if I could see better down the long corridor, more foundations of my surroundings came into view as my eyes adjusting to the dark surroundings.

Checkered linoleum decorated the floor of the hallway. The walls stood out in the darkness, a vibrate grey almost, maybe it was once a pristine white or light happy colour. A station, off in the far right of the intersection of hallways, stood out. No one was manning the desks, cubbies, and filing cabinets. But it seemed that it was significant in some way. That people were needing to be there. Heading over that way I passed by a small single bed against the wall. Stopping, I looked at it. The entire circumference of the bed was lined with a metal piped frame or fence like structure to it. The sheets were neatly tucked under the bed's mattress and the pillow fluffed up making the bed look oh so inviting to lay in. looking over the bed once more I noticed its legs were metal as well that were crossed and had wheels instead of feet on the bottom. A hospital bed? Is that where I am? In a hospital?