Hello, people of Earth and otherwise! This is Moses, starting out this collaboration account's very first novel! Just here to say that this will be a very fun ride! Also, please don't hate. Constructive criticism is one thing, but just negative comments in general are not appreciated. Thanks! Let the show of words begin!
I...I need to...escape this place...where am I?
I was....and then...but of course....somehow...yet as always...until...and finally...
And then here I was...? None of this makes sense...
I fell away from my constant stream of thoughts, and opened my eyes to the world. Looking nowhere and everywhere, I found white walls, white beds, and fellow doctors and nurses...dressed in white. All of that white, it reminded me of faint hope.
...Was there such a thing as hope?
I attempted to get out of my hospital bed, yet quickly realized that my hands and feet were handcuffed to the bed. I struggled in vain, but the steel kept me fast in place.
"Damn," I cursed, frustrated. What could I do?
"Hey, I need to go the bathroom." They had to release me for that. When the going gets tough, you go to the bathroom.
One of the doctors swiftly turned on his heel and walked over to my bed. As he was walking, I caught sight of his name tag. Apparently, his name was Daniel Domitir. I swear that name was familiar, yet it didn't quite ring any bells.
Before reaching my bed, he yelled out. To whom, I wasn't sure of, but that feeling that something wasn't quite right, lingered in the air.
This is a misunderstanding. I don't deserve restraining...what did I do to deserve this?
By the time Daniel reached my bed, I knew something was wrong. He started to speak.
"Sir, (shouldn't it be m'am?) we are under strict rules. You cannot leave your bed, the best we can do is give you a chamber pot."
It took awhile to process what he'd just said. First, why am I under strict rules? Secondly, did he say chamber pot?
I was in shock. "What strict rules? And seriously, a chamber pot? You gotta be kidding me..." I said after a few seconds of confused thinking. Shortly after my reply, a police officer with a shiny badge and a pistol pointed out of his belt entered the room.
An officer? What could I have done?
The officer walked up to my bed, and proclaimed in a rude tone, "Dimitri, I am arresting you for identity theft!"
Identity theft?!
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Hello! Well this is Cc finishing off this lovely first chapter. (And Moses editing it. :D) I do hope you enjoyed it!
