Awakening Sheeple

~ Chapter 2 ~

Time seemed to stand still for me in the misty light place I seemed to be trapped in. One minute I am at home but not at home and the next I am here in nowhere-land. My body isn't dead or is it? I don't know if it is heaven or hell or somewhere in between. All I know is that I longed to talk to Kaysen, touch him... The fog all around me began to flicker with color and light, then the movie zoomed in on Kaysens face and narrowed down to his deep blue eyes filled with anguish and disbelief. The mist around me went solid and blue, I could feel his pain, his love enveloped me, then my stomach began to churn violently. The air began to spin in a vortex around me, like I was in the eye of an emotional tornado. I crouched down, covered my ears and squeezed my eyes tight shut. A feeling of disorientation overwhelmed me. In an instant silence slammed into me, I dared to peak. It was black under my feet and a white funnel cloud whirled around me. My eyes darted up to a bright light above me. My brain started to gyrate like it was being sucked out of my head and into the swirling clouds, I was so dizzy, I squeezed my eyes shut again, hoping not to hurl. I guess this was it, I was leaving my body forever.

Blackness, deep breathes did not come easily, heaviness weighed me down. Beep, beep, beep that constant sound is so irritating! A sharp pain in my side that seemed to spread and penetrate every inch of my body. It was like dark, thick molasses filled my guts and seeped out my pores. My ears popped, like a change in air pressure, a shift of energy.

Where the heck am I now? Why can't I open my eyes? I can't move! Okay, don't panic, think... I don't know where I am, I can't feel my body, that is reason to panic! Stop, just listen for clues, I can hear. There was a humming of voices and noises in the distance. I could barely make out the sound of someone nearby. Every so often I could hear breathing, shuffling around, papers. What is going on? What happened to me? What have I done? This does not feel like heaven to me!!?

Someone began to talk to me, at least I think he was talking to me, "can you hear me?" He said. Was that Randal?

Maybe he was talking to someone else in the room? Why didn't they answer him? I needed to open my eyes, lead heavy, so tired, beep, beep, beep. I drifted off into my own personal darkness.

Silence, blackness, peace...a man slipped into my mind, his beautiful smile and rock solid body holding out his hands to me with longing in his eyes. My mind came to life slowly and I was able to open my lead weighted eyes. I scanned the dimly lit room with no movement of my head. There was a long light over my head and wires, a picture, a window, a door and the shadowy figure of a man that seemed to be asleep in the chair next to my bed. The monitor beeped more rapidly and the man stirred. I closed my eyes so he wouldn't know I was awake, I needed time to think. "Avery, can you hear me?" I could feel his presence closer to me. Was he calling me Avery? Was that my name? What is my name? Anxiety filled me at the realization that I did not have the answers. I do know that I am in a hospital of some sort, but why? Did this guy know what was going on? Why was he here? Who was he? Did he do this to me? The stress overcame me and I slipped into the darkness again.

The brightness of the room lit up the darkness behind my eyelids and there was music playing. Someone singing and playing the guitar, it was nice. The music stopped when a woman came in the room. I could hear them whispering in conversation. Someone touched my wrist, played with the wires near my head and said the doctor would be in shortly. The man said, "that's fine but I want to cut back on her medication, I think she is coming back to us."

She was me! I was Avery. He wanted me to come back. Who was this guy? He sure could sing, I wonder if he is good looking? What if he is my brother, do I even have a brother? Should I let him know that I can open my eyes and hear him? Maybe he would tell me what is going on, he doesn't seem mean at all. I could feel him holding my hand, his breathy whisper in my ear, "Please hear me, Angel."