She opened her eyes, but it was pitch black. Her body felt chafed and weak as she leant up from what she could only assume was a bed. Her heart was pounding with fear, `Where am i, Why cant i see?` Yet she never spoke a word. Why you’re asking? She practically just couldn’t.

Doctors gathered round her, realising she had finally woken up from her eight month coma. ‘We need to run urgent tests, patient 08 has woken up from a long lasting coma!’ Well, atleast that’s what she could make out them saying. Andrea Eakman was never quite the lucky soul. When she was 5 a seagull flew onto her birthday cake and started to eat it. Irrelevant.  But the reason she was in Etfield lab was still unknown, maybe a car crash? A suicide? A heart attack? The only clues that the police found were two shards of glass next to her unconscious body, and that she was found on 8 maple street.

Five men came rushing into the room with brown briefcases . They sat down next to her and  she stared to scream. A long, pointy needle stabbed right into her left forearm. After a few seconds the screaming was over.

A day later, she woke up and she could see her mother caressing her. She glanced around the room, surprised  that her sight had been restored. Questioning wether she was  dreaming or not, she continued to scan the room. She saw a grey wooden oak table with a glass vase of tulips on it, positioned exactly how they were in her dream that night. Her pupils expanded shocked at the fact that she had seen those exact same flowers, and the exact room before. Again, she continued to look around the room, recognising every object or item she saw. She was interrupted from the door creaking open. Two strange teenagers had their head poked around the door with huge smiles, that to quote, her mother said ‘brightened up the room’. “Hey sweetie.. These are your friends.. Do you remember them?” The teenagers stepped into the room fully and their smiles quickly wiped off their faces. They looked at Andrea in the eye longing for a “I remember you”. Andrea looked them up and down trying to search her brain, but no bells were ringing. Her mother looked at her. It was a kind of look that you would give someone in an awkward conversation, gesturing that you wanted them to say something. Andrea paid no attention to her mothers ‘look’ and instead continued to ponder. “S-She’s tired, I’m sure she still remembers you. I mean how could she forget you? Haha..” Andrea’s mother said nervously. “We’ll come back tomorrow..” They replied. My mother nodded. They walked out the door looking at each other weirdly. I wonder how Andrea recognised the room, and why she was somewhat brainwashed? Well, that is yet to be discovered.