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Story Time Contest: Hero Edition
7th Jul 2012 at 2:41 AM
Round 1: Day Thirteen...
Day thirteen; I’m still trapped in this horrible room of some random hospital for psychopathic and mentally ill people. I don’t understand what’s really going on, but one thing is certain: I’m not crazy. I’ve been told that all the tests I’m going through have nothing to do with any disease that deals with the brain and its functionalities. However, they do have something to do with what those scientists and doctors call a “supernatural gift”. “It’s something very rare”, they said, but I really can’t see anything rare in the ability of reading minds.
Yes, they call it a “gift”, but for me, it’s just an ability…
I keep thinking about how unfair all of this is. I really feel discriminated against: I was born with this mind-reading capacity; I don’t understand why they would do researches on me. I want to fight for my rights; I’m not different than others… or am I? Why was I kidnapped and caged in this gloomy place? Am I a dangerous person? …all of those questions don’t have an answer. Sure, I can read people’s mind, but I can’t read my own. This is why I have to stay strong… Yes, I’m determined;
I tell myself that I’ll be strong
… strong in front of this injustice, strong in front of those crucial questions I keep asking myself, strong in front of--
An unexpected knocking noise distracts me from my thoughts. As my eyes focus on the door, Dr. Amanda Will comes in. She walks to me, and whispers in my ear, accompanying her words with a giggle, “I swear, the patients here are healthier than my colleagues…”.
Amanda is a lady with typical Scandinavian traits: blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very pale skin. She’s been here supporting me since the very first day of my kidnap. She has that tremendous potential of brightening my day. I easily forget my anger when she’s around; especially when she starts throwing misplaced jokes about her work and her colleagues… She’s a true laugh a minute…
Her intentions are good. I can
it. Other staff members of the hospital try to entertain me as well, but I know they do it just to gain my confidence…
Speaking about staff members, a nurse just entered the damned room shortly after Amanda. “It is time for the daily tests”, she said with a loud, irritating, and high pitched tone of voice. I hate all the staff of this hospital like sin, except for Amanda, of course. I think I made it clear on my face how much I loathed these people, and apparently, Dr. Will understood immediately, so she tried to comfort me by saying “I promise I will find out why they do all of this… I know it’s wrong to force you doing these tests, I wish I could do more to help you, but for now I’m just an employee in this hospital and I have to follow the given orders…”
I just replied with a nod, as a sign of gratitude, and we went immediately to room 1007, the room where the tests took place. As usual, I stepped into the weird machine, and some random guy started clicking on a sort of advanced computer to start operating.
Usually, the side effects of those tests I get daily are limited to a short headache. This time however, they got seriously extended: It wasn’t just a headache; I was seeing the whole place turning around me, as if I was drunk. After exactly 3 seconds, my eyes and my brain couldn’t take any further challenge, so they just ordered my body to surrender. And that’s what happened: I fell on the floor, barely unconscious.
While progressively being knocked out, I lifted my head and looked for Amanda, as if I was drowning, and desperately in need of a life guard. I found her; she was in her typical position… She was about to say something, so I used all of my forces to try and stay awake just a few more seconds, in order to hear what she had to say… She said “Stay strong, Marcus, stay strong….”
It was the first time ever someone had called me by my name, apart from my mother of course. Her words being said, my body completely surrendered, and I fainted…
I woke up. I was barely seeing anything, it was all blurry. A very familiar voice started calling “Marcus, Marcus! Marcus listen to me!”
I turned around, and I found myself in this old house, which was familiar as well. I saw in front of me a person. It was a lady, but I was still seeing blurry, so her image wasn’t perfectly clear to me. As my eyes started to see better, I recognized my mother’s traits… Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a very pale skin… Yes, it was mother. She cried again with a loud voice “Marcus?!”
“Mother…?” I replied.
“Stay strong, Marcus, stay strong!”
… and her voice faded away, along with everything, leading me back to reality, in my hospital room. Amanda was there again… I analyzed her face, her looks, with all the tiny details. And it’s only back then that I realized that her resemblance to mother was at a very high and significant rate. Yes, they had very much in common. Perhaps it’s why I feel she’s a genuine person?
I scanned through her again, trying to find an answer to my previous question. I couldn’t read her mind this time… and this worried me. She decided to interrupt my analysis, as she said “Don’t worry; they didn’t do anything serious… Just a slight error in the machine’s coordinates. With their IQ level being lower than the dumbest animal on earth, I think this will take a loooonnggg time my dear!” and she left the room with a mocking attitude that expressed hatred and annoyance towards the other doctors…
I was so confused. Amanda had always been funny and sarcastic, but right when I was in the tests room, she showed a completely new aspect of herself. Mother was serious, and Amanda was as well during the machine operation. Maybe this is why I had this illusion of my mother calling me right after they had messed everything up…?
I realized I kept asking myself too much. All I needed was some rest. My mind was locked in a giant labyrinth. I REALLY needed to sleep and forget about everything…
I turned to the left, trying to find a glass of water. Instead, there were 2 small sticky notes. One of the notes said “Amanda Will”, and a hangman was drawn. The second paper had two words; one word consisting of six letters, the other word of four letters, the letters being represented by a small trait. I combined both notes, and what I obtained was:
“Amanda Will, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ “
I understood somebody wanted to play hangman. Who was it? No idea. I somehow felt that it wasn’t a simple hangman game, but rather a hidden message someone wanted to deliver me…
Yes, I used too many. Deduct the 1 point! :P