The Sparrow

chapter 1

As my eyelids slowly opened I saw doctors with masks covering their mouths. They were mumbling to each other and were staring at me while they talked.

            I noticed that my eyes were giving off sheer pain and a tear swelled up in my eye. I was laying down, looking up at a bright yellow light that seemed to feel like a sizzling sun.

            The doctors were unaware I'd awoken from whatever I was asleep from. One doctor turned and began to approach me, so I quickly closed my eyes. He came so close to my face that even when my eyes were closed I could see his peculiar shadow. My eyes hurt even more when they were closed, so my eyelids gradually released my blazing eyes.

            "Darling!" the doctor said after gawking at me awkwardly. His voice was so booming and unexpected that I jumped in my seat a little.

            He stood there with his hands on his hips and his smile that reached from one cheek to the other as he went on, "everything is just fine, miss! You are free to go." He said and then waited impatiently for me to get up and go away.

            I sat up and looked around at my surroundings. There was a few doctors going over some chart over in the corner, and I was in an open room. It was obviously some kind of doctor's office, but I was wondering what I was doing in one. I began to wonder if I was dead.

            "But, where do I go? Where am I?" I asked the doctor who was tapping his foot edgily.

            "I don't care where you go, just get out of this office!" He said while laughing, obviously kidding, but I didn't get it.

            I stood up and noticed that my body was all in one piece as I walked out casually. Once I was outside of the room the doctor gently closed the door and started discussion. When I knew I was not being watched I swiftly ran to the bathroom and closed the door gently. I had been on that bus for a while and had to go pee then, imagine how I felt after leaving that room. No matter how confused I was of where I was, I had to go to the bathroom more.

            After I did my duty, I washed my hands and took out my pony tail to pull it up again. I knew in my brain, just like every other person, that I would see my reflection when I looked up in the mirror to pull my long, light brown hair up. My jeans with the hole near the ankle thanks to my puppy, my running shoes, and my black 'Maine" hoodie with those two annoying strings would be what I saw when I looked at the mirror. I also knew I would see my freckled face, my light red lips that were slightly chapped, my nose which is not too big not too small, and my sky blue eyes. But, when I looked up I didn't see that. I mean, everything looked the same except one thing; my eyes. The eyes that were crying now had a reason for there whimpering.

            Whether I believed it or not, what I saw in front of my face was what was there. I was so over whelmed that the hair tie that I held tightly with my teeth before pulling my hair up fell right out of my mouth.

            I didn't know what to do, and I found myself staring at the mirror minute after minute. My arm dropped also, letting my elongated, butterscotch-colored hair hit my back. Minutes must have gone by as I looked into the reflection of the mirror.

            I thought maybe that the mirror was giving me a different person standing behind me, but there was no one behind me. That shows that it was me and no less than me.I thought maybe I was just delirious and had to just look away and then look back. I did that. Nope. It was the same.

            I jumped up onto the sink and put my face close to the mirror. In my eyes I saw the beautiful sky blue color with random, minuscule streaks of bright green that lit my eyes up even more. But then, in the middle was not a pupil like every normal person has. In the middle was a shape. Some sort of shape that I could not make out. It looked like a bird of some sort. My pupil was a bird. And it freaked me out.