Headspace Chapter 1 (Part one)

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Apparently scratch won't let the description be long, so I have to split Chapter 1 of my new story "Headspace" Into 2 projects. Sorry! Chapter 1: Life I slowly try to open my eyes. I feel a sharp, excruciating pain from almost everywhere in my body, and my eyes remain closed. Uh...that’s not good. I attempt opening them again, but nothing happens. I decide to give up on that for now. Maybe I’m in sleep paralysis. But I have a weird feeling that something isn’t right here. It shouldn’t hurt when I try to move, should it? When I make an effort to move my arm, it remains immobile. “Ah!” I wish I could scream, as the pain was excruciating. But when my mouth tries to open the pain becomes unbearable. After what feels like an eternity of aching, the pain starts to die down. An eerie feeling runs down my spine, I’m definitely not in my own bed. This room lacks the comfort and warmth of mine. Where am I anyway? I have an unusual tendency to try to move again. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. 3,2,1...Expecting to feel the terrible hurting that I had before, I try slightly opening my eyes. Wait a second. The pain has somehow vanished, as I didn't feel anything this time. That's strange. Whatever injury I have that made it hurt when I moved any muscles couldn't have just healed so suddenly. But, more strange than that, where in God’s name am I right now? Wait a second. Noise. I hear noise! I wonder how long I’ve been able to hear. Has my hearing been working the entire time and I just haven’t realized it? I try to clear my thoughts and focus on the talking. I hear a voice that I instantly recognize; my mother. It sounds like she’s crying. Her dejected, sorrowful voice echoes off the walls. This room must be big. I listen closely to Momma’s words. “Is there really nothing you can do?” Silence. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” A voice I don’t recognize. Momma starts bawling her eyes out. “Are you sure it’s not just a coma? Is she really...is she really...she can’t…she’s not...NO!” “Please calm yourself, ma’am.” Am I what? What am I? The thoughts come flooding in like a tidal wave. It’s too much to process. Momma is crying so hard I can’t understand her. The voice that I don’t recognize won’t stop addressing her as “Ma’am” and telling her to “Calm herself”. Why does he speak to momma like that? If he’s in our family, shouldn’t he be calling mom by her name? Wait, what if he’s not? Is he some sort of businessman? No. There’s no way. He acts like he knows everything about what’s wrong with me. Why does he think he has the right to treat momma like that? Besides that, am I injured? Wait...duh! I’m in a hospital! I probably broke some bones or something, and that’s why it hurt to try and move my body. But that doesn’t explain why it didn’t hurt the last time. The only way to find out is to try again. But I feel nothing! Maybe they gave me numbing medicine. But wouldn’t I have felt a needle poking into my skin? Was it a pill? No, I definitely would have noticed that as well. Wait, they probably gave it to me while I was unconscious. Yeah, that explains it. But what happened to me that would cause such pain whenever I even tried to open my eyes? Is it a head injury? Possibly. But it was my whole body, so it had to be more than that. Maybe a spinal fracture or something. How would something like that happen? Why can’t I remember? Ahhhh! If I keep asking myself all these questions, I think my brain will explode! I empty my mind and try to focus on recalling what happened, but no matter how hard I try, all I can think of is momma holding me tight and telling me she loves me before my head goes blank. Despite this, I can still remember what I felt at that moment. Pain. I remember the smell of my blood on momma’s hands. I wonder how terrible the wound was? I still can’t remember what caused it, but I know that it must have been gruesome. Where was all that blood coming from? My head? My back? Maybe even my stomach? I can taste it now. I can hear my coughing. Blood. Blood all over. Momma’s crying. It won’t stop. It’s too much to handle!Someone help me! I can’t breathe! My head is overwhelming with these thoughts and tastes and sounds and pain that I feel like I’m going to die! “Hold on.” I tell myself.