Ch-111

As my eyes flutter open, I cannot think about anything other then how shitty I feel. What the fvck happened? I cannot feel half of my face or neck, and the rest of my body is in so much pain I actually wish I were dead. I need drugs, and I need them now! Panicking, I whimper as my blurry sight tries to focus. All sounds are distant and muted, almost like how it feels as a plane descends and your ears are all messed up. Oh my goddess. Was I on a plane? Was I involved in a plane crash? Am I the only survivor? Goddess I hope so, what if someone makes a movie about me? That would be the pinnacle of cool. Wait... I mean, I don't want people to die just so someone would make a movie about me but... you get the gist. I need something sweet to happen to make all of this pain worth it!

I manage to make out a door built into the wall in front of me, a dark grey colour and shut. Two pictures sit on each side of the door, mounted into the plain grey walls, and a TV is placed at the end of my bed.