It was late at night. I awoke to my parents shaking me, telling me we had to go. They grabbed my pillow and my big, fluffy blue blanket and pushed me into the car.
Or at least what I thought was the car.
i woke in a strange room.. It was all white at first, the I began to make out what seemed to be a table on which i was laying. No, one of those padded tables they have you sit on at the doctor’s. But Why? I thought. Am I sick?
The I saw it. the scratch on my arm. The scientist who was now standing next to me had cut it. I watched it heal, gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. No! I thought. I only had one question at this point: am I a Vampyre, or a werewolf?
I woke up later that day? Night? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t restrained this time, and as I think about it, to this day, I’m still not sure whether I was before or not. In fact, I think I was.
As I sat up, I saw that there was a window off in the corner of the perfectly white room. I clumsily got off the table and stumbled over to it. I felt as if I were drunk! As I looked out the window, I saw that it was nighttime. I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but I saw a large fire. I heard it burning, and people screaming. What’s going on? I wondered.
Then, it poked me.
I awoke once again, slumped in a corner of the room. I looked behind me and saw no shadow. That must’ve meant the light was coming from the room itself, not from an overhead light source. How peculiar. I looked over at the opposite side of the wall and saw a door opening up out what seemed like nowhere. it was very dark and musty-looking.
Despite this, the floor was a very clean, white marble tile. It wasn’t small bathroom wall tiles like the ones on the wall, These were office tiles. These were school-building tiles. These were hospital tiles. As I stared into the dirty oblivion, I realized something. I had so many questions: Why am I here? What is this place? Where are my parents?
My parents. As I thought about this, I thought about who my parents are. Or at least, I tried to. I couldn’t remember a single thing about them. As I dug deeper into my memory, I Realized that I couldn’t even remember my own name! In fact, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember a single thing that happened before I saw that knife pierce my skin, besides how to function, of course.
Perhaps, if I go down this hallway, I’ll find out all these things. The answer to all my questions. I had a choice to make: stay here and live the rest of eternity (or until I finally run out of blood and die) going through the vicious cycle of waking and being knocked out, or take the sinister-looking path to, possibly, the rest of the world.Then I made my choice.