Chapter 1 -
Awake: v.t.-to rouse from sleep; to stir up; to wake
Her eyes flutter open.
White engulfs her sight.
She is numb to everything.
She tries to recall what had happened before. What caused her to be here. Nothing came. Her mind was blank.
Figures appeared. They were blurry and barely noticeable, but she knew that there were human figures. There was about four. Each crowding around, head arched to look at her numb body.
Numb. Overwhelming. She just realized that she couldn't feel anything. Couldn't even move anything. She's never been in this situation before. She heard noises. The blurred images were different. Their necks were no longer arched. She assumed she heard their voices, but couldn't make out anything.
He eye lids suddenly became heavy. She slowly relaxed each one, falling into a deep sleep.
Something silver. Shiny. She wasn't alone. Someone was with her. Her image was blurred once more. What was this? A dream. Something different. Her hearing was disabled as well.
She could barely make out the other person's mouth moving. Though, she noticed it was speaking. Unable to hear. Who was this? What was the person saying?
End.
She awoke with a jolt. This time, the surroundings were a dark shade. A mossy green, a hue of gray. Her vision was clears. No longer fuzzy and indefinable. The figures were no where near. Her feeling was somewhat normal. She could move, just slow and unsure.
She turned her head slowly to the right. She saw a bar connected to the object on which she lay. It didn't take long to figure what she was on. A birdie. One the hospital uses for sick patients. Was she sick? What was wrong with her?
She also noticed one of those metal stands with the water pouches. Was this some sort of hospital? She doubted. A hospital had more of a white luminescent presence. Like the place she woke up in before. Though, she still began to worry.
She tried the think of how or why she was there. Again, nothing appeared. Though it didn't faze her. Like her memory was nothing of importance to her now.
She saw a bench against the wall. Wooden and old. Nothing else located at the right. She turned her head again, this time to the left, faster, getting use to it all.
She saw a door with a blurry glass. A plastic decorative plant in the corner. She also noticed one of those heart rate monitors close to her bed. Nothing else. Pretty much bare and bland. Dismal.
Voices. She knew for sure this time. Along with her feeling and movement, her hearing seemed to be enabled once more. She recognized a man and a woman. One deep and one high. She could sense them behind the door.
"Miss Lockheart's heart rate is normal. Everything seems normal to me," the low voice informed. She didn't know who this Lockheart person was, but she was intent on listening to more.
"Good. The patient will be transported to the arena soon enough." The woman's words were confusing. Patient? So this was a hospital? Arena?
The man. "Mhm." she could hear him turn to leave.
"Dr. Fair?"
"Yes?"
There was no quick response. She imagined her hesitation.
"Um, are we…"
"Nothing is happening between us any longer." It was pretty candid. He walked away. It was final.
She turned her head to look at the ceiling. She tried to dig deep in her thoughts, but she couldn't. She was restrained. She focused on something simple. Who is she?
Though it turned out not so simple. She couldn't think up her name, her being, her favorite color. What was this? Her breathing became heavy; blood pressure rising. She could hear the machine beside her start to beep. She didn't care.
'Do I have a family?' What exactly is family? She didn't like this. She felt as though her mind was some sort of memory chip on a computer that had just been whipped clear.
Someone walked through the door. She jerked. A brunette female was present. Her hair was pulled back in a messy braid. There was a part in her bangs right down the middle, letting the two sides caress her face. She recognized a pink bow holding her hair together at the back. She was wearing a white lab coat and blue scrubs underneath. She assumed she was the nurse that spoke earlier.
She moved to the machine and evaluated. The nurse looked over at her. She moved by her side. She spoke.
"Now Miss Lockheart, you need to calm down a bit." It was the same voice. But, instead of morose and bitter, she seemed chirpy this time.
After hearing that Lockheart name again, she jerked her head around looking for whomever she was speaking about.
No one else was near. The woman suddenly pulled out what looked like a shot. Her breathing was heavier. She strained to remember if she was any good at shots. Nothing informed her. She was soon to find out.
The prick was gentle. She was expecting something a little more. She could feel the liquid rush into her blood stream. She became dizzy and calm. Sleep came much easier this time.
Murmuring. She still couldn't decipher the words. Though, she could recognize features. She knew for a fact that the person she shared her presence was a man. He was lower. Knelt down for a reason unexplainable. Unobtainable. His hair was light. Different.
She knew him. But not enough to know him.
End.