Hell on Heaven
ONE
Waking Up
It was dawn, when my eyes opened. The big world blurred around me, but the light beamed from the crack in the curtains made it easy to see. I took a long look around my surroundings. It was a white room with machines I swore I never seen before. I tried to get up, but couldn't feel my legs. Before I could have another thought, a man dressed in a white coat, stepped into the room.
"Good morning, . How do you feel this morning…" when he suddenly trailed off, like he just remembered something. He looked at me with pity in his eyes, and started asking a series of questions.
"Do you know where you are?"
"No."
"Do you know who I am?"
"No."
"Do you even know who you are?" For a few moments I considered that to be a joke. It was silly of course I knew who I was, I was…wait who was I? I wasn't able to remember no matter how hard I thought. Was it possible? Did I not really know who I was? With hesitation, that began to build up, I answered the question dishonestly, knowing that if I didn't I would be forced to stay here longer than I wanted to. So I lied.
"Of course I do."
"That's great, Jacob." So my name was Jacob Black
"So am I free to go?" I asked hoping for the best.
"Well, of course not, you'll probably not be able to feel your legs since you're dead." He said in a cheery voice. It felt like ages till, my mind registered what he just said.
"WHAT!"