3 Chapter 3

SEATTLE

One week later

"Ughhhh, Shut the blinds!" I complained as Ezra opened the curtains letting in a bright beam of light hitting me square in the face

"it's too bright and too early!"

"it's 10 fucking 30 get your ass out of bed," Ezra shouted

"But why," I complained while rolling over burrowing into the covers trying to hide.

my cuts and gashes were pretty much healed up now my leg was almost healed too

"We have to go get x-rays today dumb-ass"

" hooray!" I said sarcastically

"Just get dressed after the x-rays were going to go buy you clothes," Ezra said as he walked out and closed the door

After he left, I forced myself out of the very comfortable bed. I walked over to the large closet I picked out a pair of black leggings (the carbon fiber ones that can take a couple of knife slashes still don't know who after me) and a long vest tunic top that went halfway down my thighs with a black ribbon of fabric stretching across my middle about an inch wide that was the belt it had a collar it was a dark teal with a black stripe that ran along all of the edges. I took the edges of the collar and spiked them up. I grabbed a pair of black vambraces made of the same material as the leggings. And put on a pair of knee-high black boots. I tied my hair back into a loose braid. I don't know when I learned to braid but I do know-how. And one of the weird things is that it's white. Like I'm not talking platinum blond but like snow fucking white, but it doesn't appear to be growing out. And no other hair on my body is white. (believe me, I checked) it's just... weird.

" ah, sleeping beauty has awakened, finally," Ezra said sarcastically.

"Hardy har har," I say glaring as I clumsily hobble my way into the kitchen, I walk in front of the chef bot. 'A standard in any home' Ezra had mockingly said after I screamed at threw a bowl at it and smacked it with a wooden spoon so hard it snapped in half the first night I got here. not sure how I was strong enough to do that though had enough pain meds in my body to knock me out, cold.

"Hey-o chef bot can I have a toasted bagel with cream cheese please?" I ask, the bot beeped cheerfully in reply and got to work.

"So you never told me," I start "what job you have been neglecting to take care of my broken ass all week?"

"Oh I was already off this week, but I'm a flight paramedic" he replies

"Oh cool!"

"Yeah in the summers I'm a volunteer s&r officer, Between having my flight certs and being a paramedic I'm invaluable, there are tons of lost campers," he says as he glances at the clock "HOLY SHIT WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" He grabs his bag and helps me up. We shuffle out the door awkwardly. He locked it behind us and we scrambled into the elevator. He whacks the button for the parking garage. The button promptly responds, flinging us downward. It's there in that very elevator my first flashback hits, and boy does it.

I'm cold

It's raining

I'm wet from the rain

Wait… Rain doesn't pour out of you… Right?

No… Blood does

My hearts racing

I don't know why

I'm dressed in white

It's dirty though, I'm going to have to clean it

I look behind me

Then I'm grabbing a safety rail

And jump over it in one smooth motion

I see water

I close my eyes and give in

To the cold