Wake Up.

Chapter 1- How It Started

Hey, I just wanted to start by saying, If you're going to read this book, be warned. I rated it mature, due to the gore, violence, and confusion. There will be small sexual advances, and I will only ever barely touch on the subject of rape, but never a full sex scene. 

Some of the things you will read are parts of me, don't judge, I'm writing this for entertainment. 

I have all rights to the writing, I won't own most images I use, cover included.

Enough with me, please, enjoy the book:)

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I drive past the local Walmart, passed the twin trees, passed the market and Mrs. Penney with her labradoodle. 

I pulled steadily into the parking lot of Rowan Bridge's Psychiatric Ward. My small tires crumbled in the wet pavement. Grabbed my purse off the passenger's seat, I slipped out my ID. It read; Alisey Autumns, born November 3rd, 2000. I checked the time, 2:46. I had 14 minutes. Today's date was November 16, 2020.

Tomorrow was the fourth anniversary of my death day. 

I slammed my car door, my keys made a familiar jingle as I put them away. The cold metal of the front door pressed against my sweaty palm. The reception lady that I always forgot the name of, greeted me as I filled out the form. 

She handed me my laminated name tag. 

I passed the framed pictures of faraway beaches and waterfalls. The long hallway was cold, I crossed my arms together, my shoes made a tap tap tap as I neared his door. 

The silver plaque read; Dr. James Colin.

I knocked softly. 

"Come in." I heard his grumbly, muffled voice through the door. 

I opened the door, it made a terrible screeching noise. I winced and shuffled in. 

"Ah! Ms. Autumn, you're early today!" He exclaimed 

"Dr. Colin" I nodded a greeting.

"I'll be right there, go ahead and take a seat."

Dr. Colin proceeded to shuffle through some papers, he pulled out my file as I sat down, the hard chair pressing into my back as I shifted uncomfortably. 

"I assume you already know what tomorrow is." He started

I didn't reply.

"We do this every year, I need a complete re-telling of the experience."

"I know."

His voice reminded me of small rocks tumbling out of a plastic bucket.

"First, I just need to do our standard check-up, have you been sleeping well?" Dr. Colin asked, he sat in a chair across from me, holding his clipboard, his pen making a clicking sound. 

"They still can't figure out what happened can they?" I retort

"No" he frowned "Have you been sleeping well?" 

I sigh, "Fine I guess." 

"So not well then." He scribbled something down. "What about everything else? Diet, function, productivity, and negative thoughts."