draft #1

You won't feel a thing

I don't understand.

Why am I here again?

I don't remember. It'd be easier if there was someone to tell me why I'm here and what I should do.

"Hey. Hey. HEY! WHY AM I HERE!? HELLO?! SOMEONE?!"

Relax. You're here because you don't belong anywhere else. You were meant to be here, all by
yourself.

"No. Who's there? Why can't I see you? Where are you?"

Shut up. You're so noisy. I'm in your head. I'm you. The voice in your head.

I looked around and I couldn't see anything. I was stuck in some sort of dark room. I couldn't move
my arms or legs at all and I just happened to be sitting against the wall. Wait, that wasn't a wall. It
felt so squishy yet so stable, I don't like things that seem to contradict themselves yet make so much
sense. I take a deep breath and sink into the squishiness of the wall and begin to relax a little. I just
need to get a little rest.

What are you doing?

Huh?

Why're you relaxing? You should be tense, scared, angry.

What other choice do I have? I'll just wait til something happens.

Useless.

Well you aren't exactly doing the most useful either but I ain't complaining.

I don't want to anything really. All I really want to do is just sit and breathe and exist in peace til I
slowly fade, then die. Death. The ultimate rest. Ultimate nap time. I love sleeping. Not because I'm
because I'm lazy, I just like the thought of being close to death. Sleep is just death being shy. Sleep is
just death with stage fright, then all of a sudden, the show is all exilerating and wild when you least
expect it. Just when you're about to leave the theatre, Death decides to put on a show and do it's
best and last performance for you. I love how it's timed so unexpectedly, the suprise of it all. No
one's ever ready to go when they do. They find something more to do with their time and once they
decide to try and leave the show, he'll catch your eye with a show of a life time. I'm still waiting for
my performance, my special big entrance. I look at everyone else. I envy all the guys with their big
finale. When will I see mine?

FLASH! I can feel the white glow of the lights flash on through my eyes, almost as though I was being
born again in an ER. The light wasn't a warm glow, it was sharp and cold, unwelcoming. Is that why
children cry when they're born? They can feel the terror that they're about to face the minute they
experience life? Is it pain from the very beginning?
Open your eyes, idiot.

I don't want to. I don't want to face this terror. I want to stay in the quiet dark. The nothingness, the
before. It was painless and unconsequencial.

Alas, I'm alive. I experienced the bright light and Death isn't ready to perform so I must live. I open
my eyes slowly so I could let my retinas adjust to to sudden change in brightness, but it wasn't quick
because everything in the room seemed to be glowing. Once I could finally see I realized that
everything in the room was white. Actually, there wasn't anything in the room, it was empty. Just me
inside. White walls, white floors, white clothes. I finally got a glimpse of what I was trapped in and it
seemed to be some harness. It was really tightly wrapped to the point where I realized it should be a
little uncomfortable, it wasn't though. I quite liked the squeezing sensation.

The room seemed to actually be glowing but I knew that wasn't the case. It was just the light
reflecting off the surface of the objects. The door at the far end of the room was also painted white.

Talk about interior decoration. As bland and boring as a white wall. Funny thing is you're surrounded
by four.

You're not making this better.

This isn't even real. You're being watched, monitered, observed.

Really? By who?

The people who put you here. Not just them though, They are watching you.

Who? Who's They?

They. The people observing us. Not just you. Me, the people observing you, everyone. They. They
know everything.

What? They?? What exactly is does everything mean? They can't know everything. This is all lies. I
don't believe any of this.

CLANK! The door is unlocking. It's being opened. For something that looks like it's been well
preserved and new it made the unholiest groaning sound I've heard. In the door was a man..or a
woman? Everything about this person was pretty androgynous. They had a haircut that was barely
touching the nape of their neck, it was very curly and brown. I wanted to run my hands through it
and stroke they're head, it looked really bouncy. They had an angular face and was wearing a black
suit. The change in colour was relieving. They had a sharp stare and I felt it digging into my so-

"Hey." They had such a strong and raspy voice, hearing them talk was so satisfying. The endless quiet
was finally broken.

"Hi. Are you male or female?" I don't think I should've said that but I really wanted to know.

"Very straight to the point." The person stood up straighter and put their hands in their pocket. I got
a better look at her suit. It was crispy and ironed precisly, Not a white piece of fabric in sight. "Why
does it matter?" Why did it matter actually? Why did I care?

"Call me Alex. How about that?" Well, Alex didn't answer my question.

"You didn't answer my-"

"Later." Well, that was unsatisfying.

"I'm here to take you somewhere." Oh really? Now that's interesting.

"You've come to take me out of this hell hole?" I really want to get out of here. "Well, this doesn't
seem like a hell whole to me. So pure and white, same with you. You look just as pure as this place."
"Don't get it twisted, the Devil was once an angel." Alex chuckled. I'm not sure what was so
funny about this situation. "You amuse me. Not like the rest of the lunatics in this place. You still
have a grip on the rest of your sanity. I like you already." What was Alex talking about. 'Lunatics'?
'This place'?
"What are you talking about Alex? Lunatics?" Alex frowned a little as though disappointed in
my lack of knowledge of this place. Slumping down onto the floor and said, "You know what?
Lemme make this a little easier. This place is an asylum and you happened to be in here." What?
What did I do?

I told you at the beginning. You aren't meant to be out there.

"You aren't fit to be out there."

You belong here by yourself.

"You have to stay here, by yourself."

I already hate whatever is going on here. Alex tried to give me a few minutes to process thing but I
didn't need that. I understood clearly. Alex stared at me, the cold, calculated posture contradicted
the warm glow emanating from their green eyes.

"Oh I'm female. Just to clear all that up." It was kinda too late for that.

"So why're you talking to a deranged lunatic when you could be having conversations with normal
people?" I regretted that question. She gave me this cynical wide grin with her perfect white teeth.
She stood and her eyes solidified and no more warmth spewed from them.

"Well. I need you to meet a deity for me." Just as she said that the door burst open and in came
many people dressed in black clothes. One kicked me down, another one shoved my against the
floor, a third one punched my temple and everything went hazy. I begun passing out. The last thing I
saw before the dark consumed me once more was Alex's body against the white light. Her eyes were
growing a darker shade of green and her once bouncy hair was now jagged and pointy. The silhoutte
of her body was curvier since she put her hands on her hips. Her waist was sinched leading up to her
curvy, not-so-wide hips. I might be crazy, well, I am crazy but I quite liked Alex. Everything from her
hot-and-cold personality and demeanour to her body, it was all so appealing to me, and finally I
blacked out.

Not this again. I don't want to wake up, whether this is death, a comma or a really long nap, I wanna
stay. This time I'm just too lazy to deal with what I dealt with.

Dealt with in the last paragraph or the start?

Huh?

Nothing don't worry about it.

Finally, I got out of my haze and-

To be continued......