Chapitre 11: Was it all a dream?
I suddenly open my eyes, and then squint as the glare of the sun is intruding into my room.
"gah, what the..." I say as I suddenly grab my neck.
I feel a scar there, a knife across my throat, I pull my hand away.
I look around the room, its a hospital.
I feel a cold shiver down my spine, was it all a dream?
the sound of the door opening caught my attention, and a nurse walked in and inspected my medical clipboard thing.
"uh, hello?" I say to the nurse making her jump a little as she apparently was not expecting me to wake up any time soon.
"oh my! Your awake! just a sec, let me go get the doctor." she said to me before exiting the room at a quick pace.
I sat there on the bed getting my thoughts in order, when I had an Idea, I thought about the screen and hoped it would open.
It did not.
The door opened again this time a doctor stepped through and picked up my medical clipboard and sat on a chair next to me.
"hello mr. ♋︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎□︎■︎ my name is dr. Michel." he said, when he said my name I could not understand what he just said.
"you've been in a coma for a long time mr. ♋︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎□︎■︎" he said, and once again when it comes to my name I could not recognize it.
"you seem to have made a wonderous recovery, so you will be released by noon." he said, and from the clock right next to me that I had glanced at before the nurse walked in it said the time was 8:40.
"thanks doc, can... can I have some time alone." I said absentmindedly, does this mean all I had done and all the love I felt to Hornet, were all made up?
"no problem mr. ♋︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎□︎■︎ take all the time you need, it is quite the shocking ordeal you went through" he said before leaving the medical clipboard on my legs and leaving.
I read the clipboard and saw that it was me before I had died, but the name, I could not see the name at all, it was always replaced with these symbols, and would give me a headache.
I stood up from the hospital bed, and looked out the window, I saw the city I had lived in for my whole well previous life... current life.
As I stared out at the city, the door to the room opened and in came someone who I thought I would never see again, and it was not nice seeing them.
It was the one who killed me, I managed to get a glimpse of his face when I was bleeding out, he was drunk, and seemed high off of some drugs too.
he staggered over towards me, I tried screaming out for help, but nothing came out.
his eyes were pure black, and seemed to be speaking in whatever it was the doctor said when saying my name.
"♋︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎□︎■︎ ✋︎🕯︎❖︎♏︎ ♌︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ●︎□︎□︎🙵♓︎■︎♑︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📪︎ ◻︎❒︎♏︎◻︎♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♎︎♓︎♏︎ ♋︎♑︎♋︎♓︎■︎✏︎" he spoke, and my head was throbbing and felt like it was going to burst.
suddenly I spoke the same kind of language thing that he was speaking, but it was different words, and it was not of my will.
"☠︎□︎📪︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎♒︎□︎ ⬧︎♒︎♋︎●︎●︎ ♎︎♓︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ⌘︎♓︎■︎□︎♍︎🙵✏︎" came out of my mouth.
my body suddenly moved not of my volition, and grabbed a nearby table and slammed it over the drugged drunk man's head(ill call him rick just missing a P)
as rick fell down dead my vision started blurring, and my body said something just before I fell unconscious.
"☼︎♏︎❍︎♏︎❍︎♌︎♏︎❒︎📪︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ key □︎♐︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎-" all I managed to hear from it, was key.
...To be continued, some time in the future, perhaps
(a/n yeah, I know, some kinda mind F*ck going on, and I don't really know were to take this but felt like it)
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