Dimension
Jazmine Hanson
My
limbs feel numb, and my skull feels like I've gone head first into a
moving truck. Beneath me it is cold, icy on my bare skin. I open my eyes
and bright white lights blind me, making me blink ferociously. My
pupils adjust and i try to sit up, slumping back down with a groan as my
head screams in protest. I try again and manage to lean on my elbows,
taking in the room around me. It is bare, everything is white. There are
no windows, I can't tell what time of day it is. I look down, I am
stretched out on a gleaming silver table, like a laboratory table. A
white blanket covers me, I’m naked beneath it. I have no recall of how i
got here, or of where “here” is, the last thing i remember is the
yelling, the spit flying from my father's mouth as he screams, red faced
at me. I remember screaming back, my veins and lungs on fire. But i do
not remember what happened afterward. I lay back down, wondering if i
should start to panic, start to scream, but what good would it do? I
feel too weak to fight, I’m too weak to even sit up. So i lay there in
silence, waiting for something, waiting for anything.
I
hear the metallic sound of locks clicking and i lean on my elbows,
searching the bare room for some form of entry. A door, hidden in the
blankness of the walls swings open and a man and woman, both dressed in
long white lab coats walk in, their raven black hair slicked back, the
woman’s hair is held in a tight pony tail. I shift uncomfortably under
the blanket. They do not smile, but they don’t frown either, the woman
has a bundle of folded clothes in her arms. The clothes aren’t mine
though. At least they’re not white.
“Lena”
The man says. I nod, he holds up his hand, stopping my words before i
can let them out. “you were unhappy with your former life” he says this
like a statement.
“what do you mean by former?” i ask. Then he does smile,
“There
are many different dimensions lena, the one you were living in was only
one out so, so many. Alternate worlds living on one another, beside one
another, and many of you never realize it, never know. But we do know, and we’re here to help you, give you the life you could never have back where you came from.”
“who said i wanted a new life?” i ask. These people are crazy. They must be.
“You
did” they say in unison, i cringe internally. More images from last
night flash across my eyes. My Dad tells me to leave, to get out of his
face, I’m making his life harder then it needs to be. I slam my bedroom
door and scream at him from behind the wood. “It’s not like I asked to be apart of your crappy ass life, my life would be perfect without you, it really would be- and i wish it was!” I look at the man and woman standing in front of me.
“But you couldn’t have heard me, you couldn’t have known, that’s impossible”
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