I blink my eyes groggily, colors and smells shifting into focus, then out again. Words about to become clear fade out again. Blurs about to become real, dissipate. Then, in a rush of sound, colors, pictures and smells, everything swirls rapidly back into focus.
Faces are leaning over me, masks and goggles covering most of their faces. They are dressed in blue doctor scrubs. That means I'm in a...
Hospital.
That's right, why couldn't I think of the word. Oh no.
Amnesia.
No. Wait. If it was amnesia, then I wouldn't be remembering all this.
But what am I remembering? Then everything rushes out of focus again.
BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBBEEEEEEEEBEEEEEBEEEEEEBEEEEP
The sound gets faster and faster, then stops. I hear rustling, and movement. Shapes move around above me. The lights are so bright. I wish everything would stop.
Then it does, and everything fades into black.
YOU ARE READING
The Colors
Teen Fiction16-year-old Lucas Stryker is a bit different. He was blind since birth. But one day, he awoke, seeing clearly. But why? Then he uncovers a centuries old story, a story of heroes and villains, life and death, colors and voids. Of powers and lies. And...
