The Way of Seeming
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: This is the (hopefully) fully corrected version.
If you find ANY mistakes PLEASE leave me a review saying where.
I was reading this story over and the number of mistakes I found drove me INSANE!
........And now it begins.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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A thick cloud of haze had settled in her head. As she tried to pull herself out of it
she discovered she couldn't move. Something, or someone, was holding her down. She
had to get out, had to escape. She began to struggle when she felt more hands holding her
down. The noise began to penetrate the room, beeping, yelling, paniced voices. She must
be close to getting free.
She heard a whisper close to her ear. "You'll never escape me my daughter. I'm
part of you."
She let out an ear piercing scream and all the commotion seemed to stop. Her eyes
snapped open and she took in her surroundings. She was in a hospital, doctors and nurses
surrounding her. The shrill beeping was emminating from the heart monitor, currently
showing a flatline. She looked down and saw the electrodes dangling near her; they must
have come off with all her squirming.
Her wrists and ankles were strapped to the bed, explaining why she couldn't
move.
"Sydney. Sydney look at me."
She looked up and saw Dr. Lewis standing over her. He smiled. "That's good.
Do you know who I am?"
Sydney fell back onto the bed. "Who he was?" she thought, "How could she
ever forget him?"
"Sydney?" His concerned voice broke through her memories.
"Matthew," she croaked out, her throat raw as if she had spent a great deal of
time screaming.
"Good. That's good. How are you feeling?"
She opened her eyes to glare at him. But snapped them shut when the light hit
them, seemingly a thousand times brighter than before.
"Turn down the lights." She heard him say, his voice like an icepick in her
brain. "Have her moved to a room in the detox wing immediately."
Detox! A part of Sydeny's brain screamed that was still functioning screamed.
No!
She tried to fight back but the haze reclaimed her mind, pulling her back down
into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
Review, Review, Review. Convince me that psychology has nothing on fan fiction.
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: This is the (hopefully) fully corrected version.
If you find ANY mistakes PLEASE leave me a review saying where.
I was reading this story over and the number of mistakes I found drove me INSANE!
........And now it begins.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A thick cloud of haze had settled in her head. As she tried to pull herself out of it
she discovered she couldn't move. Something, or someone, was holding her down. She
had to get out, had to escape. She began to struggle when she felt more hands holding her
down. The noise began to penetrate the room, beeping, yelling, paniced voices. She must
be close to getting free.
She heard a whisper close to her ear. "You'll never escape me my daughter. I'm
part of you."
She let out an ear piercing scream and all the commotion seemed to stop. Her eyes
snapped open and she took in her surroundings. She was in a hospital, doctors and nurses
surrounding her. The shrill beeping was emminating from the heart monitor, currently
showing a flatline. She looked down and saw the electrodes dangling near her; they must
have come off with all her squirming.
Her wrists and ankles were strapped to the bed, explaining why she couldn't
move.
"Sydney. Sydney look at me."
She looked up and saw Dr. Lewis standing over her. He smiled. "That's good.
Do you know who I am?"
Sydney fell back onto the bed. "Who he was?" she thought, "How could she
ever forget him?"
"Sydney?" His concerned voice broke through her memories.
"Matthew," she croaked out, her throat raw as if she had spent a great deal of
time screaming.
"Good. That's good. How are you feeling?"
She opened her eyes to glare at him. But snapped them shut when the light hit
them, seemingly a thousand times brighter than before.
"Turn down the lights." She heard him say, his voice like an icepick in her
brain. "Have her moved to a room in the detox wing immediately."
Detox! A part of Sydeny's brain screamed that was still functioning screamed.
No!
She tried to fight back but the haze reclaimed her mind, pulling her back down
into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
Review, Review, Review. Convince me that psychology has nothing on fan fiction.