The Secret Behind the Scars

Part 14

Blinding light.

Blinding white light.

It’s so pure and so white and so peaceful and heavenly.

That’s must be where I am. I finally made it here.

No more pain, no more suffering, no more heartbreak.

Just the pure, peaceful, blinding, white light that is heaven.

This is where I belong. I’ve suffered and gone through so much. I deserved to be here.

To be in heaven.

Except, I’m not.

The light begins to change. Shadows dance around within the light. The light is also dimming a bit. Like someone is turning them down.

Then the feeling comes back. A slight pain in my head, the shallow rise and fall of my chest as I breathe in and out, the feeling of someone’s fingers slotted between me, the tight squeeze they give to my hand every once and a while.

But then there are the noises. The steady beep beep sound, the sound of shuffling around, the sound of people breathing in and out, doors opening and closing.

Then there are the voices. I thought I would be greeted with angels singing, the giggles of happy and free people, and maybe the voice of God and Faith himself. No, what I am greeted with is this: “How is he doctor?” “He should be waking up soon.” “How soon is soon?” “Were hoping he wakes up within the hour, actually.”

One of the voices sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place who it could be. But, I might as well give them what they want.

I opened my eyes.

Then shut them again because, damn, these lights were still too bright.

But, I got in a good enough look of my surroundings to know where I am. And I am somewhere that is definitely not heaven. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I am literally in my own version of hell.

The hospital.