Chapter 1 - Questions

I was in a state of consciousness that was stuck between two phases, kind of like when you aren't fully asleep and not awake either. The stage I was in now was unknown to me, something I'd never experienced before. It was sort of like sleeping, except without perception of time. I could have been asleep for two seconds or two thousand years. I would never know. Was I drugged? Would I ever get out of this state? If this was death, was there a return policy I could have bought to trade this in so I could live again?

Suddenly I was very aware of my surroundings, even though my eyes were closed. A smooth sheet of metal was below me and cool air wafted above me. There was the occasional clicking of a door opening and closing, but no footsteps were heard to account for the noise. I had no idea where I was, or if I could even open my eyes. I stuffed any preconceived ideas of seeing pearly gates or pits of raging fire. Just because everyone thought that's what you'd see when you died, doesn't mean that it had to be true. Okay, this was it… just open your eyes.

My eyelids shot open as I critically scanned my surroundings. Gray tiles lined the ceiling directly above me. Was I in a room? Was this a hospital morgue? If so, where were the blinding lights, the clear smell of antiseptic furnishings? My body lurched up from the waist as I took inventory of where I was, planning for any route of escape. The problem was there wasn't anything in the room except for empty walls and a single door straight ahead.

Okaaaay… where was I? Was this like a waiting room for death? What was I waiting for? Maybe God was on the other side of the door… or Satan. Had this been the door I'd heard earlier, but that was a stupid thought since it was the only one here. There weren't even windows on the walls.

I was sitting on a metal bedspread, minus a mattress, that was somehow neither comfy nor uncomfortable. It was just… there. I suddenly realized that despite the cold air, it didn't feel good or bad. There was no variation; everything was… perfect? No, not the right word. Everything was just the way that it was. That's the only way I could really describe it.

I hopped off the cot and explored the empty room. The walls were lined with brown carpet, which was odd, but then again everything about the place was strange. Maybe the room was specially prepared with no windows so I couldn't fly away. How quaint. I should feel special.

Shaking my head, I walked to the lone door. It was standard, brown wood, silver knob. It matched the room, I noted wryly. Everything was plain, but again it didn't feel wrong or right. This place was really starting to get on my nerves. My eyes shot around frantically as I felt myself wind up tighter and tighter. I didn't like the feel of this place. It was like a slightly better lab. The room wasn't small, but I was feeling claustrophobic. There was no way out… except for the door.

I took in a deep breath. Stay cool, Fang, I told myself. No need to get worked up. I reached out and touched the knob, getting used to the now-familiar sensation of objects having no particular pleasing or disagreeable touch or smell or any other sense you could think of. The knob twisted and clicked open, pushing outward automatically. Okay, good sign. I went to open in completely when something odd happened. My hand wasn't on the knob anymore, but it was going through the handle.

Oh. My. God.

Shit.

Maybe this proved that I was dead.

I tried pulling my hand out from the door, but it was stuck. Just lovely, isn't it? I pulled and tugged, grounding my feet hard into the floor, attempting to dislodge it with all my might. That was when the door wrenched open from the other side, freeing my hand, and making me fall backwards on my ass.

The impact didn't hurt, but I stared at my hand in shock. How did it go through a door? It didn't look any different, still solid, still covered by my olive-toned skin. I looked up at whoever opened the door and stifled a gasp. Okay, if I didn't believe I was dead before, I should now. The man in the entrance was dressed in a white business suit and had white hair and beard.

"God?" I asked, half sarcastic and half wondering.

"Oh, good Fang, you're up."

Sorry for the cliffie and the chapter's shortness. I wanted this chapter out, but I think most of them in this story will be short. Sooo, here's some news to the fans of my stories. I might start working on the next chapter of 'Not so Normal' today! I have an idea (finally)! Hahaha but anyway, I also started the other story I was thinking of writing, but the problem is that I'm not sure whether it should be rated T or M, not for romance but because it's kind of gory and cruel. If anyone wants to help me with deciding, let me know in your review and I can give you a sneak peek at the new story!

Also, I'm closing the poll on my profile and am putting up a general question one to get to know my readers a little better. So please stop by and put in your response!

--biteoutoflife--