Chapter 1: The End of a Life

Chapter 1: The End of a Life

A Chapter by Soren
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The beginning of my story!

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Once again, I found myself in that hospital.

Fleetwood's Hospital, the leader in the world, they are some in almost every country.

In my life, I worked here, for 40 years, I was in charge of the money here.

Until they fired me because of my Alzheimer one day.

But now, I am a patient, with an incurable disease.


The same white walls, the same white rooms.

I forgot a lot of the time I passed here, I forgot everyone I saw here.

I forgot who I was. But I remember one thing.


I will die today.


I heard the doctors talking earlier. I only have a few hours left here.


Before I go, I want to remember. I want to remember what my life was.

It's hard to remember.

All I know is that I am English, I suppose.

I never knew my parents, and I never left the country.

I probably did some studies to work here.

We are also probably in 2040.

I am not sure anymore.


I don't even know who I am, what my name is.

Nobody is saying it, they just call me "Mister".

All I know is.. I am around.. probably 80 years old, I'm not sure.


Is that all there is to my life? Is that really all?

That's not a life, there is no significant moments, a bland life.

If anything would have been really important, I would remember.

I guess that's everything there is to my life, so, I can go with only one regret.


I cannot remember *who* I am.


But I do not have the time to think, it's already the end for me.

Everything slowly become dark. I don't have the choice, I am closing my eyes, the Hospital's voices start to fade away. I do not feel the soft bed anymore.




The void. The emptiness. Nothing.

Is that how death is?


I can still think. I feel like I am moving, but I don't feel anything.

I feel like everything was red, but I don't see anything.


Then suddenly, it's like my consciousness has been compressed.

It's like my thoughts were crushed by something, something with absolute power.


It doesn't hurt, but I know this isn't pleasant.


They are things near me, but I don't see them.

They are voices near me, but I don't hear them.



This feeling lasted forever, but only a few second. It never ends, but already ended.


It's almost like every feeling i had were activated at the same time.

Sadness, Happiness, Pain, Comfort, Despair, Hope.


And then I feel the hard, metallic bed again.

And then I hear the machines again.

And then I open my eyes for the first time.



© 2018 Soren


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Added on March 15, 2018
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Flers, Normandy, France



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