Oh gosh, this is such a bad habit. I've really gotta stop posting new multi-chapters when I have like five more going on. *sigh* Whaddaya gonna do, eh? Sometimes I'm just really impatient. And yes, I lied again. I wrote like the first three chapters. But either way, I really hope you enjoy this!
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I think she's waking up!
We already talked about this. No, she isn't. Now please, go home and get some rest. You've been holed up here in the clinic for two days.
But look! Her eyes are moving under her eyelids; that's gotta mean something!
It only means that she's dreaming, not that she's about to wake up. Go. Home. Now.
B- but Jin… I just wanna be there when she wakes up… She should at least know who rescued her!
She'll know. I'll tell her when she wakes up. Now leave. You're starting to get bags under your eyes.
You promise?
Yes, yes. I promise. Now get out, Luke. Before I kick you out.
Fine. But I'm definitely coming back tomorrow!
My eyelids are heavy, and I struggle to lift them. Eventually, they open to reveal a blurry mass of blobs; everything is white, so I can't differentiate them. Where am I? I can hear the scribbling of a pen not too far away, so I know that there's somebody nearby. When my vision clears, I realize I'm staring at the black-on-white speckled tiles of a ceiling. When I try to sit up, I groan at the sharp pain in my left arm. The scribbling stops.
"Hey, now. Stay still, you're still recovering. Don't put any pressure on your arm or leg," an Asian doctor rolls towards me in his wheelie chair. His long hair is tied back into a pony tail, and silver-framed glasses are perched on the bridge of his nose.
Looking down, I see that my left arm is in a sling, and my right leg is in a cast. "Where am I?"
"Castanet," he answers simply. "My name's Jin. Do you remember anything? You had quite a fall, I would imagine."
Did I remember anything? I search my mind for anything I can recall about myself and what I was doing before I ended up here, but I can only remember one thing. It's better than nothing, I suppose. "I remember my name. It's Angela Culockis," I declare.
His face briefly changes into an unreadable expression, before returning to his normal stoic gaze. What was that about? "Hm, I see," he writes something on his plain, wooden clipboard.
"So, where is Castanet located? How did I get here?"
"You were found washed ashore on the beach. Castanet is a small village, isolated from the mainland."
"Will I have to stay here?"
"You'll be discharged in a few days, but your arm and leg will take awhile to heal. I suggest staying here, at least until you regain your memories."
"How long do you think that'll be?"
It might be today, or a year from now; there's really no telling," he shrugs.
Eh, what the hell. There's nowhere for me to go, anyways. "... Okay. But where will I live? I have no money."
"There's an old, abandoned farm down the road. I'm sure you can live there for the time being," he assures. "Just lay back down and rest for a bit. I'll check up on you later."
He smiles at me, but doesn't quite reach his eyes. In fact, it seems… forced. Sinister. Secretive. All of the above. I reluctantly smile back at him, then lie down and close my eyes, letting the darkness fill my vision.
Hm, I'm only realizing now how short this is. But I alread typed out the second chapter, so I don't really feel like changing anything. That one is definitely longer, though. By first impressions, though, what did you guys think? Criticism is always accepted. I'm thinking I should update weekly, but since this is a preview, I was thinking that I'd update in a two or three days, then update weekly from then on. I think that makes sense. I know exactly where I want this to go, so typing it up won't be so bad.
P.S. This is going to be Angela-centric, I don't know if there's going to be romance, so no pairings as of yet. It's going to have horror, Ima warn you. Leave a review, please? In a couple days, see you later!
- blacksunset1214
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