Hey all, This is my first story. It's based off a depression state I was in and will continue for quite a few chapters. Tell me what you think and don't be afraid to ask if you have questions. Peace out!
- Unbreakable - fallen -
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The smell of blood would hit my nostrils like a burning shock to my brain as I opened my eyes. It was dark, way to dark to see anything and I couldn't remember how I had gotten into this position. I tried to move but every part of me hurt and ached. It almost felt like my body was screaming in protest, not wanting to move or even live at all. I started to feel weak, my eyes feeling heavier then usual as I started to feel as though I wanted to sleep forever and never wake up again.
Fighting against the haunting sleep creeping up slowly on me, I swore I could hear someone laughing. My eyes were blurry now and couldn't make anything out, but I felt like someone was watching me, taunting me as I lay here. I'd try to call out but my voice failed me. It hurt more to breath now then it did to move, feeling as though my lungs were filling up with broken glass and razor blades with each breath. I could feel tears running down my cheeks, as the pain got worse. I just wanted it to stop.
I don't know how long I'd been laying here but it felt like hours in pain and agony, waiting to be saved. I was allowed to be saved at least I was sure. I could hear something now, dripping onto the floor. *Drip* *drip* sounded like a liquid, maybe and the count down of my time. I'd let my eyes close, what was the point of being awake when all I felt was pain. The temperature was cold, to cold but it didn't seem to bother me that much. I mean the pain was slowly slipping away.
I don't know how much longer after that did I hear that click and the light would shine into my eyes. 'GAH! That's flippen bright, turn it off!' I'd scream but it still stayed on and the cold floor I had been laying on started to move. I was rolling, ,the clicking of the wheels moved me into a lighter room. I'd oped my eyes only to see a white face looking down at me. He'd shake his head lightly before picking me up and looking along my back.
He gave me an exam, sticking tubes and wires all over me. He wouldn't listen to any protest I made. It was as if he couldn't even hear me at all. He stayed working on me, talking away to himself. Saying everything that he found on me. 'Time of death 4am' He'd say to himself before pressing a button. Wait?! What did he mean dead? I was alive, I could feel, hear and think.
He'd leave for a moment, coming back with a tray filled with doctors equipment. I shook my head no, as I cried more, begging him to put down the scalple. He wouldn't listen to me, pressing the sharp blade into my skin. I screamed out in pain, I could feel him cutting my skin in two. I teared up and tried to hit him but still couldn't move. I knew something was wrong now. There was no pain anymore. His gloved hands would slowly open up my front, ,looking at my insides. Like I was some pop up science book.
I watched him for a while he pulled out a lot of my organs, making my insides my outsides. I'd never seen what my heart looked like till now. It looked way different then what teachers taught you to draw in school. It was almost like a conspiracy to hide the horrible truth of life from us. What a horrible and stupid thing.
He sew me back up, every stitch cutting threw my skin before sliding of his gloves. I was then rolling back towards a wall, a wall of doors. My gut clenched as I watched him roll out a small table from behind the doors. He lifted me up onto the table and slid me into the wall, was it ever cold in there! I felt him wrap something on my big toe then the door closed. It was dark again, so dark. Why am I here?