Immortal (MJ)

Chapter Two

Adrenaline continues to run through my veins. My naked body is now covered in dirt and small cuts surround my legs. Where am I? The darkness surrounding me deepens my fear. The cracking and snapping of tree branches becomes near.

There is no time to think or develop a strategy. I need to run. I begin to do such an act and I haven't lost an ounce of oxygen. How am I somewhat invincible suddenly? Where am I?

Nothing at all seems to be adding up. I'm not even supposed to be thinking right now. Thinking only causes me trouble. As I am stuck with a blade attached to my foot. I must to everything I have the ability to do in order to escape this situation which I am blind to.

A cold hand touches my upper arm and makes me tremble. Get me out of here.

All I can say is, this room smells terrible. It is bright but warm in here. My eyes adjust to the brightness as I sit up to study the colorless room. There is nothing special about this area and I can feel a thick bandage attached to my neck. I lift my hand to feel some sort of texture along my neck.

"Don't touch it!" I hear a low and stern voice command me. I stop and shot up to where I hear the voice. A man sitting in a chair with a playboy magazine in his hands stares at me. I have never seen him before. Although in a way he was captivating.

The hair stood out to me out of any of his features. Big and curly, I wonder how he keeps up with it so well. He was physically attractive, but he obviously was much older than me. "Hi." I greeted softly. He smiled and placed the magazine back on the table.

"Hi there." He responded. "I don't intend on being rude at all, but who are you?" I wondered. My memory suddenly became terrible. He giggled sweetly. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Jackie, Jackie Jackson. I found you injured by an animal of some sort. I had you rushed here immediately." He explained.

I didn't remember any of this. What even happened to me? Animal attack? Somehow that doesn't sound remotely accurate. The last memory which came to my mind was the sound of whistling.

How did I end up here? My memory seems to be slowly deteriorating. I sighed from all of the stress of thinking. "That is one hell of an animal." I joked to lighten up the mood. He chuckled and stared back at me.

"My name is Bliss by the way." I introduced myself. He nodded and went back to the magazine he was looking at. A younger appearing man entered the room. He shared a smile with Jackie and I. A lab coat was on his slim body so I assume he's a doctor.

A Styrofoam cup is in his hands. "Hey. Bliss, correct?" He made sure of. I nodded. "I'm doctor Jermaine Jackson. How are you tonight?" He asked me. "Confused." I replied.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm going to need you to drink this" He stated as he handed the cup to me. A sort of disgusting dark red liquid sways in the cup. The stench hits my nostrils and I flinch disgusted. "Would you mind telling me what exactly is in here." I interviewed. "Medication. Now drink it, doctor's orders." He giggled.

I exhaled then drink the mysterious liquid which tasted terribly. But I had to, the doctor said so. I gulped and put the cup down. Jermaine took the cup. I glance to my right and notice that Jackie had disapeared.

I didn't hear him leave and I find that odd. I barely know him so I should just forget about him. "I need you to stay over night because we need to do a sleep study. Then you're all set to leave tomorrow, you're going to be just fine." Jermaine explained. I nodded and he exited the room. Something about him was odd and I just couldn't figure it out.

Tiredness filled my face until I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The hallway was dark and my room was still very bright. I am still in the same location. The smell fills all over again. In front of me I see a young man wearing a forest green colored scrub. I'm amazed by how young he actually looks.

He doesn't appear to be much older than me. He's a minor. What is he doing working in a hospital? He caught me staring. "Hi there, Bliss. Forgive me for waking you, but the doctor needs you to take this pill." He explained in a deep Australian accent as he handed me the small white pill and cup of water. "Thank you, sir." I compliment and then swallowed the pill. I trusted this was important since Jermaine wanted me to take it.

I was so wrong. I started to feel an immense tightness in my chest going up to my throat. My breath is short as I'm struggling miserably. The one to catch my vision is the nurse moving his cart as he leaves the room. Try to say at least something.

"Pleas help me! I can't br-" I attempted to yell but then got interrupted. Blood on my lap as I begin to cough rapidly. I couldn't stop and the pain became worse every millisecond. My body could not take this pressure as I can feel my eyes roll to the back of my head and my last breath was taken away. Holy shit, I died.