Chapter one: I open at the close

a harry potter reference and foreshadowing sounds interesting i should read and leave a comment

Chapter One: it opens at the close

He awakes his eyes open and strain, the brightness of his surroundings is piercing his pupils burning a holes in his retina. It will take a few minutes until he is able to see normally. He is laying in a bed the sheets are thin and don't hold in the heat, he can feel a slight tug on his arm further inspection will prove that a drip has been placed there. He can hear the sounds of bleeping machines and the dull whoosh of an air conditioner. He looks around to see faded walls with streaks where it had been cleaned and cracked tiles that cover floor. both of which are colored with the overwhelming brightness of eggshell white. this room has no windows and the only light source comes from the powerful ceiling lights overhead. he turns his head to see two more beds both empty it has become apparent that he is alone is this room he starts to feel a tightening in his chest like a great pressure has been placed there at the same time the beeping of the machines gets louder and faster this works to only increase his anxiety, questions start whirling around his head

"where am I?"

"what is this place?"

"why am I here?" 

The finds his feet and attempts to stands up to take in his surroundings, his legs are far less stable and far more clumsy than he assumes. he is able to hold his on weight but only barely he grasps the nearest thing to steady him self which just happens to be the pole of the drip machine which is currently connected to a needle coming out of the back of his hand. The boy who is now standing but incredibly confused, is still coming to grips with what is happening to him, he tries to remember how he got here but he struggles to even remember his own name. As soon as he tries to take a step his foot catches on something. He falls hard and with a thumb. He can feel the cold tiles on his face and he can smell the overwhelming stench of industrial disinfectant. he looks to see why he fell it turns out his foot got caught on a metal grate over a circular opening in the floor, he struggles to think of why a room would need a drain none offer much in the way of hope.

Soon the steady sounds of machines beeping and air flowing gives way to heavy foot steps someone is coming. he looks up to look for a door he sees and entry but he would never call it a door it is big metal and has no handles, nobs, or even hinges he wonders how anyone would open it. quickly enough he has his answer her hears a loud clunk followed by the sound of metal hitting metal repeatedly as the bulk head disappears into roof and several men and women in white coats come rushing through swarming him where he lay each bushing there way in to try and help him up eventually he makes it to his feat but then is forced right back onto the bead by a rather forceful man in a coat.

"Hello can you hear me? "

as the doctor speaks he shines a bright light into the young mans eyes, at the same time everyone is poking, probing and pulling him in every direction those who aren't are walking around looking at machines, taking notes and looking at boards and charts. all of this makes it impossible for Damian to focus on the question.

"Aargh who are you?"

His voice is course and rough it sounds like more of a grunt than the voice of a young man.

"You have been in an accident. your okay i just need to know if your in any pain are you hurting?"

the young man looks up at the doctor for the first time he is wearing a long white coat like the others. But the others are all giving him a wide birth. Working around him its subtle but it seems like everyone else is scared to death of just touching him.

"I'm fine where am I?"

His voice is clearer but still course.

"your in a medical center. my name is Doctor Norton, can you tell me your name?"

the young mans face visibly scrunches up trying to recall something anything but every probe he sends into his mind returns with nothing.

"I cant I'm sorry I..."

"that's okay son. nurse he'll need a MRI, CT SCAN an a EEG as soon as possible."

A women looks up she is startled but alert. She quickly registers the hurried list of acronyms and commands and jots them down on the young mans chart.

"And make sure Grace sees him hell need some Cognitive Behavior Therapy"

"you mean Dr Teller sir..."

the doctor turns his gaze towards the nurse he is either not accustomed or not interested in answering questions 

"yes... Doctor, Grace teller."

something in his voice hints to a distaste of the name and the way he lingers on the word doctor isn't right. It doesn't have the same respect it should coming from anyone else.

"ah yes sir..."

the nurses voice falters sightly but she continues.

"I'll see to it right away."

she exits the room in a hurry. as she does Dr Norton looks at the assembled men and women in the room and one by one they notice and a silent agreement is reached and one by one they leave. until only the doctor and young man are in the room alone 

"Now son you have been in an accident... and that accident left you in a coma. You have been asleep for 2 months your mussels have deteriorated and your brain has been without a healthy amount of oxygen and blood flow this has caused some minor damage and left you bereft of your memories"

the doctors expression has soften but his voice is cold and distant he speaks logically and analytically

"I do not know if you will regain these memories but what i do know is that this medical center is fully equipped and specialty designed for cases such as yours you'll receive great care from the best in the world, do you understand?"

the young man recognises that its his time to speak but he is still trying to process all that has happened. however there is something that has been nagging at the back of his mind one question that he needs answered  

"Name..."

"Sorry?"

"My name... what is it?"

The boys is annoyed a name its the one thing that everyone needs, the thing that is ours and ours alone the thing we use to differentiate ourselves we have one from the moment we are born till we die. In a way our names are all we are our souls and our self and he is without.

"Damian Matthews"

Reviews

[Cool Girl]

I really like your ideas and emotion here! Fantastic:) Keep Calm and Write On!

[Mr New Writer]

hey thanks a lot for the comment! I'm about halfway through chapter 3 hope to get it up Monday sometime, i also want to review what I have already posted so expect some consistent uploading hopefully!

[Cool Girl]

Okay! You are welcome:)