Lunatic

Beep…beep…beep. The rhythmic beeping of some machine was pulling me back into consciousness. Beep…beep…beep. My eyelids are heavy, heavier than I remember them being. My mouth feels like someone has stuffed it with cotton. My eyes finally come unglued only to be assaulted by bright light. I slam my eyes shut, voicing a groan in complaint.  I turn my head, even that feels heavy, and I slowly open my eyes to a squint. I can’t see much but I can already tell this isn’t my bedroom.

It’s only a twenty-minute drive from the hospital to my apartment. I get out of my parents’ car and walk up to the main door. I stop before going in to wave at them. I yell to them, “I will call you guys tomorrow, promise.” My dad waves back and starts the car. I watch them for a moment before going inside. It’s decorated with muted colors of red, peach, and gray. All I hear is the soft electronic buzz, otherwise, the building is silent. It is one of the reasons I decided to move here instead of on campus. I want a higher education, not the college experience. Parties, frat boys, sororities, and all that is a big no thanks f

I stare at the computer screen, my eyes tired from hours of staring at the bright screen. I’ve spent hours trying to understand what was going on. On one hand, the doctor told me one thing but my memories and the clothing told me another. It didn’t make sense and that terrified me. I’m afraid I might be going crazy. Seriously, what my mind is telling me that happened Monday was that I was attacked by a creature that obviously doesn’t exist.

I lean on the wall with an over dramatic sigh but I don’t think Kristen can hear me through her giddy excitement as she ogles all the men leaving before Zeke. She doesn’t have to wait long. As soon as the door starts to open she puts on her “Look at me” pose. I have to give her credit. She looks natural in the pose and if you didn’t know her, you wouldn’t know it was a pose. Me, on the other hand, I don’t do poses. I would rather be natural. My natural right now is arms crossed, and trying not to appear as bored as I feel.

“Really Ollie?” Kristen complains as she sits in front of me. She’s looking at the open textbook to my left. I give her a little shrug with a guilty smile. “The exams are over, good or bad your fate is sealed,” she says in a purposely ominous voice, knowing it’ll just make me stress about it more.  Michelle laughs in a bubbly giggle, slapping her friend on the arm.