Are any of us really alive? So many of us have lost our purpose in life. Thise of us who haven't will either never find it, or have yet to lose it to... So are they alive? Yes. Even through all of this I envy them. For they have something I do not... they have a purpose... a soul... JUST THE BEGINNING how does it sound so far?
It's so suspenseful. :0 Out of 10 I give it a 8.5. Should be longer.... Other than that it's marvelous. Nice start. I advise proofreading though, just a tip.
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"you know why you are here yes?" I blinked in surprise. I realized I had zoned out. "Y-yes sir." I was in the hospital. I had decided to become a donor... I was to give scientists one of my organs for testing and studies. I thought they may take a kidney or something similar. It was mistake #1. It was too late though... Something felt wrong. The doctor seemed to anxious, the air was too still, the nurses too nervous. If I had noticed it then I may still have a soul right now. But I didn't. That was mistake #2. I layed down on the surgical table and told him I was ready. He told me this was a very rare and delicate surgery, so they would need to use a fairly strong sedative. I agreed. Mistake #3. It was my last warning. The doctor pressed something over my mouth. i took a deep breath in, and fell asleep almost immedeatley. When I woke up I felt different. Not better, not worse, just different. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief when he saw I had moved. He handed me a medical sheet and asked me to sign off on a successful surgery. I agreed. Afterward I started towards my hom-no. It didnt feel like home anymore. Just my house. I walked to my house and layed down upon my bed. I blinked once. Twice. A third time. It was late. I had just been through surgery. Why wasnt I tired at all? I stared at my ceiling until the morning. The next day I saw my dog come into my room. I didnt feel happy like I normally did. I didnt feel at all. This was very strange. I needed to look over the medical summary, maybe there was something in there to help me understand. I looked through the pages, mainly skimming so I could see what the side affects may be. I suddenly stopped, dropping the summary to the floor. I never found the side affects. It didn't matter anymore. In fact, nothing did anymore. They had removed more than a kidney, more than a stupid appendix. They had taken my soul.