Creative Writing Paranoia

Darkness and silence were what greeted me at the early daybreak hours. I sat up in bed, my eyes barely having time to adjust before being thrust into a blinding light. My head span as I began to convulse, then darkness once again. It felt as if the void filled every orifice. The white noise of machinery and the faint beeping of monitors invaded my eardrums. I open my eyes ever so slowly, my head pounding violently; hardly grasping the blur of the environment surrounding me. The ghostly walls and fluorescent light reminding me of a holy place, despite how unholy I felt. Paranoia descended upon me like an eagle, I sensed the presence of millions of shrouded eyes peering at me. The frigid air finally reaching the bare surface of my breast. The indifferent and deadened voices of several men, who were clad in baby blue scrubs, filled the room like a gas. I felt the blood in my ears, pounding as I sat motionless in a cold leather seat. There was a note of solemnity in the room. A sense of suspense hung in the air.

I choked out a soft “Hello?” , my voice croaked out, barely audible to the uncaring ears of the men surrounding me.

“Oh good, she’s awake,” His voice was gruff, low pitched, and almost

There was a counter on the left wall; covered in a mixture of dry and liquid crimson. My brain shuddered at the first thought that came to mind: blood. There was a myriad of tubes and wires; several unconnected; hanging from the ceiling and lining the right wall. As my brain mulled over my circumstances I felt my stomach drop. I was going to die here...In a place, I know nothing of, with a group of strangers bent on my destruction. My eyes began to water after realizing the inevitable. Warm tears ran down my cheeks. The men too busy conversing to notice or care. I heard clips and phrases of their hushed