Open Wounds

Chapter 14

**the Art of Anesthesia (Acoustic Session) by SayWeCanFly**

~Stiles~

As I slowly began to stand to my feet I looked around the hallway in which I was in, the walls were white, lights were very bright, almost blinding. Everyone was running past me, with an almost scared expression on each of their faces, why were they so scared? Someone ran past me once again and I stepped backwards, attempting to get out of the way but almost tripping over something in the process. I turned around and looked down, there sat a man, a broken looking man. I began to examine him, he had midnight black hair and it was about normal length for a male, he looked around his 20's. He was looking ahead with a blank stare, he looked numbly down the hallway, his eyes were what looked like glowing a bright, vivid blue. He had an almost perfectly chiseled jaw line, some facial hair, not much but a good amount, and, much to my surprise, the man was covered in... blood... I knelt down in front of him yet... he still seemed to stare blankly, like I wasn't even there.

"Hello?" I said quietly while waving my hand back and forth, the man still had no reply. Just as I was about to say something else a woman walked out of the room and the man stood up quickly and I followed his actions. The lady had brown curly hair, was at least in her 30's and was crying as well, she looked panicked.

"How is he? Is he okay? Is he alive?!?!?" The man asked the woman quickly, wiping his tears away with the back of his left hand. The woman put a hand on the man's shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Hello? can you guys hear me?" I tried again. 

"D-Did you call Scott? W-Where did you..." The woman trailed off obviously ignoring me as she  was attempting to contain her own tears.

"I went f-for a, a walk, and I thought Isaac..." The mans voice faded as I walked away from them since  they seemed to be ignoring my presence.

Another man ran into the room in which everyone seemed to rush into earlier, I let curiosity get the best of me as I peered through the tiny window on the door. I couldn't exactly see the face but everyone was surrounding a body for sure. They were paying attention to their wrists, from what it looked like both had been slashed open somehow. I cringed at that and backed away from the door. I couldn'teven imagine that happening to my wrists. My hand went to grab my wrist and I felt something wet, much to my confusion I looked down at my hand... blood... I looked at my wrist and brought the other one up, both, as I was terrified would be, were slashed open, deeply.... like the person on the table... I started to look at myself, I seemed to be wearing a hospital gown and I didn't have shoes or socks on my feet.... I felt as though I was about to faint, ignoring the feeling I quickly moved back to the door, placing my hand on it for support as I was peering back through the window. I almost screamed in shock as I seen the man's face... it was... me........ Am I dying...? 

I backed up quickly, leaving a bloody hand print on the door, and nothing but shock on my face. How am I dying? Did I do this to myself? Why can't I remember this? I thought for a moment longer.... Why can't I remember my name...? Why can't I remember anything about myself?? My back hit the cold wall and I slid down it to the floor. I grabbed at my hair, pulling at it in frustration. What's happening to me??? I let a rather loud scream leave my lips as I forcefully closed my eyes. I leaned forward then violently threw my head back into the wall. Much to my surprise, it didn't hurt, well, I didn't feel it... come to think of it I can't really feel anything... My mind suddenly wandered to the man who was crying in the hallway... does he know th- me... does he know me? I stand up quickly and rush over to where I'd seen him early, he was walking away, he was leaving...