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Your main character has woken up in hospital after an exciting night out, but no one will tell them why...
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The IVs in Brian’s arms looked like snakes to him. He was slowly coming back to life, quietly waking up and taking his time, after a three-day coma. He didn’t know any of this, of course. He just stared at the snakes that were coming in and out of his arm and wondered why he didn’t feel any pain, and what they were doing there.
He blinked his eyes and saw that the snakes were indeed IVs bringing...
The persistent beeping is what I notice first. Steady and unstopping and entirely too loud.
That’s how I notice I’m awake. By becoming annoyed at the beeping.
My eyes crack open, instantly blinded by the harsh fluorescent lighting. I can hear low voices around me, but no distinct words or phrases penetrate through my groggy gaze.
“He’s awake,” my brothers face swims into view before me. Connor...
As the **character character slowly regained consciousness, the sterile scent of the hospital enveloped them, mingling with the remnants of a distant, hazy memory. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights, they struggled to piece together the events of the previous night. Fragments of laughter, music, and a sense of exhilaration danced on the edges of their mind, but the details remained frus...
“what the hell is going on?”
a ray of blank stares, all around the room
fidgety and guilty and someone’s crying
but i’ve never seen them before
“what’s going on?”
the woman with scary eyes and a face i don’t know walks up to me
“do you remember my name?”
“get away from me”
i’m scared
“im your mommy. do you remember me?”
“why am i here? let me go! let me go let me go let me go!”
shaking and sobbing...
Bleach, that is the first thing I noticed. Needle sharp smell punctured my consciousness. Coarse cotton was next. It scratched my neck, my breasts. I raised my hand at the itchiest place at my throat. Nothing happened. The third thing I noticed was I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t move a thing, not my arms or legs. From the toes up, I made a body inventory. Nothing. Nothing. The nothing hammered in my...
With the winter of the night now passing and Brit awakening to the spring of morning, she sat up on the unfamiliar bed and said aloud
“What the fuck just happened”.
Fluorescent lights overhead and beeping monitors in close proximity, with the uncomfortable hospital chairs taken by her now slumbering friends Tyler and Jada.
Brit felt herself, her jean cut offs feeling damp, her small white tank ...
Their eyes see us as nothing but a prize
A prize they've won, a trophy to display
But little do they know, we're not theirs to sway
They hold on tight, refusing to let go
As if we're an object, a possession to show
They think they own us, body and soul
But we're not theirs, we have our own role
Their grip is suffocating, their touch too tight
They want to control us, with all their might
But we'...
(TW: mentions of being drunk but not in great detail.)
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*beep*
*beep*
*beep*
The beeping is rhythmic. Calming.
His eyes flutter and immediately squeezed shut when the light was too much. What? Where is he?
“Sir? Can you hear me?”
He nods, his eyes still closed. “You were brought in last night,” the voice explains.
“From what?” He mumbles, unable to clearly ask the question. His m...
My mind was foggy, my body heavy. I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open. White walls greeted me, the sterile smell of disinfectant filling my nostrils. I was in a hospital bed.
“What…what happened?” I croaked, my voice hoarse.
A nurse bustled in, her expression inscrutable.
“You don’t remember?”
My heart pounded in my chest.
“No, I don’t.”
She hesitated. “We’re not exactly sure what ha...
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