Februrary 24, 2014

My first storyI have written in YEARS! Sorry if it sucks, had bad grammar, yadda, yadda.

Just know that nothing Vocaloid related REALLY happens this chapter.

This is just the beginning, short chapter intro thing. So.

sorry if it sucks

I DO NOT OWN VOCALOID

I DO OWN ALL RIGHT TO MY O.C. LUANA JANNIKE

It's dark. I can't move, I can't speak, I can't do anything. Anything but hear.

I hear a few footsteps gradually getting closer to me followed by the sound of an opened door. The footsteps stop for a short period of time, leaving room for a soft, boy-ish sounding sigh. The boy walks over somewhere and sits down. I feel a warm sensation on my right hand and the feeling of lips on my forehead.

Who is this person?

Do I know them?

Why can't I remember anything?

Where am I?

What's going on?

All these questions come flooding into my head as I come to reality. I have no memories of how I got here, where I am.. Was I kidnapped? Was I poisoned? I still can't move.

"Lu.. If you can hear me, I just want you to know that I'm here for you. The people here are doing their best to make you better. I promise you'll get out of here soon."

Who are you.. Who's helping me? Why can't I move?

I feel as though I'm not controlling my own breathing and I start to regain some of my feelings. I feel needles in me. My head is hot. There's something in my throat.

The person gets up and begins to walk out of the room, not leaving before laying out a, "I love you." before he leaves.

I begin to feel even more. I can feel my legs. I can feel my arms. I suddenly feel a stabbing sensation in my side and my head is pounding.

I hear some talking outside:

"You make sure no one comes in here to hurt her, okay? I know it's been almost 3 months, but this didn't happen to her for no reason."

"We will never keep her room unattended. We can promise you that."

More footsteps and more pain. A few minutes pass with this sharp pain and I try my hardest to move something. My toes clench and my hands tighten into fists. I try to wiggle a little, but the pain is just too much.

I try to say something, anything.

"H… H-hel-lp…" I managed to barely voice out a cry, knowing nobody heard me.

I start to get impatient. I'm not giving up.

I struggle to finally, slowly open up my crusted eyes, the light blinding me temporarily. After my eyes adjust, I stare blankly at a clean, white ceiling. I move my eyes around the room slowly, keeping my head still, trying to assess where I am.

A hospital.

I recall the boy saying I've been here for three months… Was I in a coma? Why am I here in the first place? Who was that?

I pause and try to think as hard as I can.

The last thing I remember was walking home from high school in February. I try to turn my head slightly to look out the window.

If it has been three months.. It should be my birthday soon.. I'll be turning 17.

I conjure up a smile through all that pain.

I remember where I am and I try to look around for a help button, knowing my voice is too weak to be audible.

My eyes spot a red button with the words: CALL NURSE on it. I lean as far as I can on the opposite side as the painful stabs and reach as far as I can towards the button. My fingers barely reach it. But I pushed it.

An annoying beeping noise occurs after I press the button, and literally five seconds later, two nurses rush in; stethoscopes and all.

"Is she responding? Can you hear us?" one of the male nurses ask, looking into my eyes, searching for something.

I manage to mumble something like: "N-ngh…" And the faces of the nurses brighten with either shock, or disbelief.

The female nurse quickly looks to the other and demands, "Go get the doctor. Tell him Jannike is awake." the male nods.

The male nurse jogs away, leaving me with the female nurse. She pulls out a small pen-looking thing and shines an annoying bright light into my eyes. I flinch, making her smile, apparently surprised.

"Luana, can you hear me? We have been waiting for you, sweetie." she smiles warmly and turns to the door, a tall man with dark hair bursting in with a look of surprise on his face.

"This is impossible."