"Clear!" I feel a tingling jolt surge from my chest and branch out to the rest my body.

"Clear!" The tingling pain turns into tiny flames that sear the bones in my body. My brain wants to scream, I want to scream, but my throat is still too burned to utter a word. Desperately wanting to stop this pain, I move my index finger, but it only makes a faint flicker resulting in intensifying the pain. "This could be my after pain, the pain that I feel from getting run over." I desperately think to myself. "This will end soon, it's just a little bit of pain that I must suffer."

"Clear!" And now I feel my blood boil and sizzle, heated by the pain that courses through my body and soul. Suddenly, a high-pitched shriek escapes from my throat.

"Help me, help me! I don't want to be like this forever!" I urgently croak, my tongue as dry as sand paper. The feeling eases a bit as people rush around saying, "What happened to the monitor? Why isn't it working?" and "she's alive!" while they massage my electrified limbs. I struggle to lift my lead-like eyelids and I lean my head from side to side. I see a flurry of white coats and blue scrubs, as if there is a snow storm trapped within the hospital room. The walls are a pale green with cracks that are scattered all along the wall. Slowly, the sharp pain lessens to no more than a faint buzzing. A doctor with round, thick gold-rimmed glasses and a receding hairline hurries to my bedside.

"I am extremely sorry for the inconvenience madam. However, the monitor did not sense your pulse, which is extremely rare." His look towards me is of true sincerity, so I try my hardest to place an empathetic look onto my pained face. I see his muscles relax and his mouth curve into a relieved smile.

"Thank you very much for your understanding. We will do everything in our power to make you feel better." Suddenly, flashes of the events that happened before I blacked out flooded back into my mind. He must have seen how stricken I was because he became tense once more.

"I know what you have attempted to do, but you need to get better."

"I cannot-live, there is no-reason to live-I do not want-to live." I sputter out, my words coming out in short breathes. Tears roll down the sides of my face, making my vision obscured into smudges of color that twinkle and shift.

He puts his hand gently on my shoulder and says softly, just loud enough for me to hear over the mayhem, "I believe you need help in finding your purpose in life once more." His hand drops to his side.

"I hope you know why you're here, ummmm... Aiden?" The therapist looks to me expectantly.

"Yah, Aiden, We went over this already." I say as I sit back grudgingly in the plush, floral-designed seat. It's been two weeks since I was revived at the hospital, and so they've sent me to the local therapist.

"Aiden, in order for you to get out of here, you must cooperate." The woman sighs. I personally don't care about her, or this place. After he died, nothing mattered anymore. I just look away from her, not wanting to meet her earnest gaze. Instead, I look to the golden-framed mirror hanging on the wall behind the therapist. I lazily scan my small, dark eyes. I follow the curve of my eyes down the bridge of my round nose and ending with my matching set of small, thin lips. I broaden my gaze to my round face that is framed by my straight, black, shoulder-length hair. My skin looks a pale gray from the artificial lighting, and my eyes have dark shadows of exhaustion hanging underneath. I shift my eyes back to the therapist who is still staring at me with her earnest gaze.

Dr. Hozak is very annoying, but if she kept her mouth shut, she'd at least look like a decent woman. Her deep, sapphire eyes stand out against her milk chocolate skin and sparrow hair. Her straight , black hair curves inwards to create a bob hair-do. She has the face of a round bowl, and her nose is small. Put all those details together and you have an appealing, young woman.

"Alright Aiden, we are going to try this one. More. Time." She grits her teeth while saying the last three words, enunciating each one carefully. You know, she isn't a very good therapist if she gets impatient this quickly. She takes a long, deep breath and plasters a fake smile on her face.

"Fine! Since you don't want to talk, I will use a different approach. Aiden, what I want you to do is to sit back and close your eyes." I look at her wearily but still does as she asks.

"Alright, good! Now what I want you to do is to imagine the events that lead up to your-em- accident. After that, you can explain it to me. Closing your eyes will help to go back into your mind and remember all the details." Dr. Hoozak says soothingly.

I wince and say uncertainly, "What if I don't want to remember everything. There are some things that are better left forgotten." Dr. Hozak sighs and gives me a helpless smile.

"You are going to be able to make sense of everything and feel better if you eventually talk out everything. Especially the painful memories." I take a shaky breath, sit back and close my eyes. This should be interesting.

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