My Heart's Pulse
Preface

Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain inside
You're like perfection
How do I feel this good sober?

It was several minutes until the clock strikes midnight. The white, powdery moonlight shined through the glass. There were no stars that night... only the giant silvery sphere in the black, chalky sky.
But then again, I wouldn't know.
I gasped my first air of breath in 120 years, the fresh and clean air was sweet tasting. Although the smell was rotten and moldy. I mean what would you expect, it was the Morgue. A place where people are stored until the funeral was planned. Or the cremating business had an open appointment. I know you may be thinking: "Why are you still in the morgue after 120 years?!" Well, there's a very simple explanation for that: my family was killed when I was a child. They were sent to be killed when my mother had first gotten pregenant with me... but they had ranaway from their home village. So one day, around the time when I was six years old, they had come and they successfully assassinated my parents. Since I was an only child, there was no one to turn to. No one.
I could tell it was after-hours because there was no shuffling around in the morgue like it normally is. My nerves in my feet were tingly and not to mention very, very sore. But I forced my feet against the cold metal "drawer"-back. The stainless tray began to slide open. My hands moved; pulling on the cold "drawer" above me. The tray finished opening until it was sticking out, practically in the middle of the room.
Phew. I inhaled a few more breaths of air before hopping off the tray. The shock of when my feet got when I hit the floor felt sensational and weird. I walked slowly, like I was a new-born infant learning how to walk for the first time. I got the hang of it within ten minutes. The scrappy and stiff white hospital gown was getting uncomfortable. I scanned the cluttered room for some modern clothes. There was a pair of sea green mid-thigh shorts sitting on the black wooden desk. There was also a red dress (with two slits along the side that cut up to the beginning of your thigh) laying beside the shorts.
"That'll do..." I shrugged, quietly stepping towards the clothes. Soon I had dressed in casual clothes and I didn't look half bad. I had tossed the gown into a pile of white gowns and silently began to sneak out of the morgue. The double doors slammed together quietly behind me. My bare feet were scampering through the last floor of the hospital. I found the pale colored door that had a stair sign hanging on it. I yanked it open and ran up the many steps, finally finding the door to the first floor. "Thank Kami..." I sighed a breath of relief. I wandered through the hallway, mindlessly searching random rooms. I peeked into a room and suddenly a hand was placed on my shoulder.
"Excuse me Miss, what are you doing here so late...?" The Security Guard. My words were caught in my throat. Although I had memories of getting caught, this time it was different. For what reason, I seriously don't know. "Miss...?"
"Oh sorry... um, I was looking for my.. my sister! But I guess she's passed..." I mumbled, looking back into the room with a vacant bed.
He removed his hands from my cold, sleeve-less shoulder, "I... I'm sorry. But it's way past visiting hours, you have to go." I merely nodded, thanking God for the opportunity to leave. I brushed passed him, our shoulders touching lightly as I walked by. My strawberry hair covered my face, so he couldn't see the small smile on my face as I started to walk out the door.