The Dark Guardian
- LECTURES 44
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- Chapitres 3
"Awake."
"Huh? What the hell was that noise", my eyes shot open, an overly fluorescent light starting back at me. I had to shut my eyes again to make sure I didn't go blind. As I started blinking and my eyes started adjusting I noticed the smell of rubbing alcohol, like the one you smell at the doctors, which explains a lot seeing as I was in a hospital bed. I looked around, it was a rather large hospital room with a window that now showed nothing but darkness behind the blinds. There was one of those tables with wheels on my right, and a plant to my left. There was a nice chair next to it probably used to look out the window. On the other side was a door that probably led to the bathroom. The room was light blue and the floors were all in beige colored tiles. I noticed there was a white board in front of me with only one word inscribed on it. Awake.
Hello, my name is Hussain, this is my first time writing a story so bear with me here. This one is a mysterious phycological book about a young man who'd woken up in a hospital bed with strange omens all around him. And a huge scar on his chest, but quickly he learns he should escape this place before that scar turns into the least of his problems. Why were people after him would be anyone's guess. But there was one word ringing in his head this whole time. Awake.
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