“Flashes of light raced around me as I stared up at the
ceiling. I felt barely conscious, but I knew I would come around. I clenched my
fist together, as I felt anger rush through me.” Drayden Marsch lay still in a
dull hospital room, silence surrounding him. He starred at blank walls in an
uncomfortable bed. Sharp pains seized through his body. Confusion surrounded
the situation; he had no conscious memory of coming to such a place. What had
happened? What odd occurrence had transported him to this mysterious new place?
He had no conception of time, how long had it been since his last conscious
memory, riding his bike down the highway in the pouring rain. He remembered the
feel of harsh drops of water, slashing across his broad face. Why had he even
left his house? The security he once knew, the comfort he desperately wanted.
The sound of a truck horn had blasted from within his ear drums. Could he move,
could he escape, and most of all, where was he? His family would wonder where
he was, what he was doing. Faced with unfamiliar surroundings, and a desolate
future, he could only hold on to the memories he had. Drayden’s mind raced, he
began to question his surrounding, his reality. What was real and what was his
mind simply playing a game with him? He faced an intellectual battle to remember
where he was, what dangers he might be facing, and what was on the horizon for
him. Dangerous reality, or an unsettling dream, this was the decision Drayden
had to make about everything that surrounded him.
By: Ian Rumbolt
