"I'm Maximum Ride."
That was exactly how my dream ended. Waking up in a cold sweat, and a racy heart, I had no clue where the heck I was. It seemed as if I were dead, it was very dark, nothing was distinguishable, and I heard some whispery voices, as if I were in the underworld, or something. My body felt heavy, but I concluded that was from the crazy party that had occurred only a while ago. I gave an involuntary groan, and the whispers increased. Trying to sit up, I was stopped by the presence of something sharp pointed towards my throat. Easing myself back into a lying position, my brain was too slow to process the possible scenario of a knife at my throat, and I was surprisingly calm. But, it was completely dark, and sounds were muffled, as if I were in a box.
Then I heard the words, "Open it, I think it's ready." I personally didn't like to be referred to as an 'it', but I opened my eyes, curious to see my surroundings.
Suddenly, white light blinded me, and I clenched my eyes shut immediately. Something hard hit my knee, a reflex test. Steady Vanessa, you probably got wasted last night, just the doctor… That didn't reassure me though. My eyes opened slowly, cautiously you could say, and though the light made my eyes want to commit suicide, I forced them open. I was still lying down, and dressed in an ugly gown. Men and women in white coats raised their voices slightly, and began sticking suction cups on me, and pushing buttons on machines. I was in a machine type thing, the 'bed' I was laying on was gooey, causing my body to sink in, and I sw metal braces over my neck, torso, ankles, and wrists, limiting my movement. I soon found myself walking unsteadily with two of the doctor people, leading me down long hallways, smelling of medicine and antibiotics and those weird gloves they wore. Attempting to start conversation, I asked, "So, are Abby and Jonathon here too?" My two party crazy friends, who I was sure were hospitalized also. The doctors regarded me coldly. The one female nurse/doctor told me in a nasally voice to, 'speed it up kid, we've got to be somewhere.' My day was rotten enough already, I didn't need this bitchy lady.
At the end of the hallway were large double doors, where muffled yelling could be heard behind them. Please turn to that door over there, or that one... Of course it was not in my favor, as the woman grabbed my arm tightly, and squeezed it, as if to confirm her dislike of me. The man scanned a card,and the double doors opened and we walked in.
The double doors closed behind me, and looking back, it seemed getting out required a card too, and I knew that I was locked in hell by what lay before me.
A/N: Yes, this is VERY short, my first fanfiction, I am personally not very happy with it, but, if I get some decent reviews, I'll continue it :D