are any of us really alive? So many of us have lost our purpose, and those who haven't will either never find it, or have yet to lose it. So, are any of them still alive? Yes. Even theough all of this I envy them. For they have something I do not... A purpose... A soul... "You know why you are here, yes?" I blinked in surprise. I had obviously zoned out. "Y-Yes sir" I managed to say. The doctor stared at me with a worried look on his face. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "No no not at all!" he answered , just a little too quickly. Something felt strange about this. I was assumed I was just donating an organ to science, maybe a kidney, or something if the sort. That was my first mistake. assuming. It's too late now though... I followed him back into the surgery room, where I was helped onto a table by 2 small nurses. They both semed as equally concerned as the doctor. I thought nothing of this and layed down on the table. That was mistake #2. If I had wondered just a little more... No. I can't blame myself. Its not my fault. I waited as the doctor prepared for the procedure. He then said "OK son, this is a fairly rare and delicate surgery, so we'll have to use quite a powerful sedative. Is that OK with you?" I agreed happily. My third, and final mistake. He pressed something soft and dry over my mouth and i began to doze off. When I woke up I felt different. Not better, Nor worse. Just different. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that I had moved. He almost immediately handed me a medical form, and asked me to sign off on a successful surgery. I signed it and began my walk home- no. It didn't feel like home anymore. Just my house. I started to walk towards my house. When I arrived at my house, I lay down in my bed. I blinked once. Twice. A third time. I wasn't tired at all. It was late and I had just gone through surgery. Why wasn't I tired? It didn't matter anymore. I stared at the ceiling until the morning. The next day, my dog walked into my room. I didn't feel happy like normal. In fact I didn't feel at all. This wasn't normal. There had to be some side affect from the surgery. I decided to look through the medical summary. I lifted it and began to leaf through the pages. Almost immediately I dropped it. They had taken more than a kidney. More than a stupid appendix... They had taken my soul. Just the start ppl
Run. that's all I can do for now. I sprinted towards the hospital. Towards the thieves. If there was anything I could do, I would do it to get my soul back. I entered the office, discovering something with a sinking feeling. Why wasn't I mad? Because I had no soul. That was obvious. But without a soul, I wouldn't be alive would I? Wouldn't I just be a ghost? I smashed my head into the wall to test my theory. I was wrong. I tried to clear the blood off my face, then realized, it was my 1 way ticket into the hospital. I walked through the door and pretended to be in pain. I came to the desk and asked to be taken to the ER. The nurse happily obliged, and I was rushed into the care of a doctor. No. It wasn't just a doctor. It was that doctor. The one who stole my soul. We locked eyes for a moment. I felt so... Nothing. Not resentment, anger, or hatred. Nothing. All I could do was think. Thats all I'll ever do now. Think. I can't survive like this. "are y-you okay s-sir?" I heard a small voice. "Do I look okay?" I answered, turning towards the voice.It was a girl, about my age. Probably just out of high school. What was she doing here? "I-I'm sorry Sir. That wasn't smart..." She looked down sadly. I hurt her feelings. "No, it was my fault. Sorry I'm a bit... on edge lately ." I replied. This seemed to make her feel better. She smiled slightly. She mumbled something quietly. "Hmmm?" She spoke a bit louder. "M-My name is sarah... It's nice t-to m-meet you." She blushed slightly. "I'm James." I said, extending my hand. "And the pleasure is all mine." She shook my hand gently, and went a shade redder. I pretended to smile. I had a feeling she liked me. I looked back towards the doctor. She followed my stare, and asked,"Would you like to talk to him?" I said yes and thanked her as she called him over.The thief took a step towards me, and then another. And another. He came to me and aske me,"Is there anything i can help you with?" I looked into his eyes. He honestly didn't remember me at all. He was the Doctor who had taken my soul all right, I was sure of it... But he too seemed different. My only lead on where to find my soul, gone. I reached up to my head. "It stopped hurting," I lied. He checked too make sure the wound wasn't too deep. "It still needs stitches," he replied. I sighed and agreed. Once he had finished I started for the exit. "W-Wait james..." Sarah said from behind me. She handed me a slip of paper with a phone # on it. I thanked her and forced a smile, putting the paper in my pocket. I walked home, and layed down. I still wasn't remotely tired. Im sure if I had a soul I'd be crying. Sarah's phone # lay crumpled in my pocket. I stared upward, and lay there, another sleepless night passed...