Chapter 1: Awake UnconsciousnessA Chapter by Katie Marie
What's going on? Where am I?
As I open my eyes, I begin to take in my surroundings. What I see is almost depressing. White. Everything is white, and there is that feeling of sickness and death in the air. Is there someone next to me? Yes, there is someone. He seems familiar to me. I remember those grey eyes and brown curls from somewhere. Who is he talking to? He keeps saying the name Kohleen. Is that me? It must be. "Kohleen? Oh, thank god you're awake. You've been unconscious for days." says the grey eyed boy with a smile, "How are you feeling?" I don't know. What happened to me? "Kohleen? Kohleen, can you hear me?" Yes. I can hear you. What's going on? "Kohleen, please answer me." I am. Can't you hear me? I see his smile disappear, then he says, "I need you to speak to me baby. It's me. It's Derek. Please say something!" Derek? That name sounds familiar, but why? I hear the door open and a man walks in. His voice sounds very professional. The man says something to Derek that is too quiet for me to hear clearly. I think I heard him say my name and something about tests. When they are done talking, I see Derek slowly get up and walk towards the door. He looks back at me again just as he closes the door behind him. I can't stop thinking about him after he leaves. I know him, but I can't remember why. I can't remember anything. Trying to remember is like trying to search for shadows in a faded light. The longer I stare into the darkness, the harder it is to find those hidden shadows. Every time I attempt to think back to what happened, my head starts to throb. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's better to have forgotten everything, but I just can't help thinking that something is wrong. It feels as if someone has stolen my past, my memories. My thoughts are interrupted by the professional voiced man saying, "Okay, Kohleen. We are going to fix you up a bit, then do a few tests." He gives me, what he probably thinks is, a comforting smile then continues talking while he wraps some gauze around my arm. "You have some pretty serious burns, but I wouldn't worry too much. You seem to be healing very quickly." Burns? How did that happen? I can't feel the pain at all. Now that I'm thinking about it, I can't feel anything. I can only feel the questions that are continually racing into my mind. © 2011 Katie MarieAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 25, 2011 AuthorKatie MarieHippyville, WIAboutI was introduced to this site by a friend who is an amazing writer. Thank you to my friend Cheyenne. About my writing: I don't ever write poems that rhyme. (So, if those are the poems you like to .. more.. |

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