part. 1...
she let her bare feet hit the wet pavement. Once she reached the mailbox, she reached
inside to find only two white envelopes.
“...junk... and oh, junk” She feigned surprise as she walked slowly back to her busy house.
She liked sitting outside in her inclined driveway watching the cars pass on her suburban
street; but, today it was too wet out to enjoy the serenity of her front yard. Clank Clank
Clank. She reluctantly opened her front door and stepped inside glancing at her silver
watch.
“Ugh.” She sighed, noticing it was still only three o’clock. “How much longer could this
day possibly last?” She said quietly to herself as she shut and locked her heavy front door.
The idea of a short walk crossed her mind, but her lazy legs and the rain quickly ended
that thought.
‘The rain ruins everything’ She thought to herself as she climbed the short stairway to her room after quietly placing the two letters on her kitchen table. Clank clank clank.
As she had suspected, her room was locked as loud music emanated from the inside. She
knocked.
“Ana?” She asked. No answer. She sighed, retreating quietly to the lower level hoping that
no one would notice her presence. Her sister always monopolized their room. It was
consistently difficult for her to even get in to grab her schoolbooks; however, it was more difficult to dispute the topic with her family, so she avoided it. Clank clank clank. Any altercation within her family was worth avoiding... she always lost so she found no point in beginning them in the first place.
She walked silently to her living room, where no one else was currently dwelling, and
grabbed a stack of loose sheet music that sat on the piano bench. She glanced at the piano
and thought of sitting down to play at it; however, she remembered that it was pathetically out of tune, and damaged from the move. Clank clank clank. She identified with the black upright in that way. Each note sounded like it was under water when the tiny hammer would hit the string multiple times. When she’d play Beethoven, he’d sound like he was drowning. She felt that it wasn’t fair to cause Beethoven such pain so she set the sheet music back down on the bench.
Sighing quietly, she looked around the room for something to occupy her. She felt that if
she didn’t find something fast either her boredom or the foreboding feeling that consumed
her would drive her mad. She spotted her C.D. player and snatched it up. Clank clank
clank. Not even bothering to check what was inside, she put on the headphones and
eagerly pressed play hoping for something to distract her.
“Doctor Stevens... paging Doctor Stevens...” Came her distraction. A confused look filled
her eyes as she tapped on her left headphone.
“Brain activity just jumped 3 levels, doctor.” An unfamiliar man’s voice said. She took off the headphones.
“Is it staying constant?” Another man asked. She gasped, turning violently to look for the
source of the voice.
“...call in the nurses...” The doctor said. “Hey there, Samantha, do you know where
you are?”
