There were many times in my life that I had felt darkness cover me. Most of them were soothing moments of napping in the shade or sleeping in my bedroom, but the more recent ones were far more terrifying; wandering through a cave filled with hungry pokemon, being dragged to the bottom of the ocean by malicious jellicent. I didn't know what to make of this darkness because of that. Mixed feelings, comfort and fear.
I was relieved when all it took was opening my eyes to remove the darkness and sighed when I realized I was just in my hospital bed.
In front of me was a white wall with a plasma screen tv on it. Unova's channel five news was playing softly and the mature but admittedly attractive female anchor was telling a story. It'd been months, too many months, since I was last able to watch the news. Even from a hospital bed the relief was powerful; knowing that I was in a familiar world once again. I'd been recuperating for two months but everyday the relief was the same.
"I'd much prefer it if he was left to rest," that deep and powerful voice could only belong to one person. I turned my head to the left to look out the transparent screen doors of my hospital room and saw a tall dark skinned man in a black suit standing in front of a short fair skinned woman. The man, of course, was my father.
"You don't understand, sir," the woman insisted with a calm but firm voice, "We were invited by him,"
My father didn't flinch, maintaining his composure as he always did, but he did stay silent for a moment. He turned to look at me and I nodded in confirmation; having heard the last bit of the conversation. The reluctance was clear on his face yet I knew he would give in. Any father would. If their son was missing for a year and managed to return alive most of their son's wishes would be fulfilled no matter the father's personal wishes.
So my father stepped aside and the woman walked in. She also wore a suit, with a black skirt rather than black pants, which I happily noted. She had a regal beauty to her and, in truth, it was part of the reason why I had called her to come in that day. The bigger reason was that she was honest, professional, and genuinely interested as to where I had been and what I had lived through.
If anyone could get the truth of my story out there, it was her.
"Good morning Vincent," the blonde said, taking a seat on a chair across from my bed while I shamelessly admired her blonde hair that was tied in a loose bun. This was for a different reason than usual, though. In the past year blonde hair had become a symbol of relief for me, even more so than standard television was in the present.
"Good morning Amy," Being my senior she probably preferred it if I had called her "Ms". I had assured her ever since she first questioned me that she would never go by that name if I was the one speaking to her. Thus I ignored her frown and continued on, "You look lovely today. I assume I look much better as well?"
No blush or flinch, just a small smile and a courteous nod, "You do. The recovery clearly went well, no wonder you're being released today,"
"Thank you," I replied with a smile of my own, "So ask away. I'm assuming you want to start at the beginning,"
"I do," Amy fished around in her suit pockets until she pulled out a notepad and a pencil. As per my request there would be no filming of this interview, but Amy didn't seem bothered by the fact she would be writing instead, "My first question is obvious then: how was it you entered Linus?"
"That's not the beginning," I said with a shake of my head. Amy raised an eyebrow so I continued, "That wasn't the beginning for me, anyway. At the beginning I couldn't remember how I wound up trapped there, nobody in there could. The beginning was just darkness, with no memories of who I was, where I was, etc."
"Then perhaps you'd like to start. Tell your whole story. I'll save most of my questions for the end, assuming you don't answer them for me," Amy explained with a professional tone. I was happy with that arrangement, so I nodded.
"It'd probably be for the best…very well, I'll start at the beginning,"
This fic is more than half completed, but I'm not quite sure I want to upload it. I will not ask for reviews, faves, alerts, or whatever, but this fic's reception is what will determine whether I upload or not. Good reception and it stays, bad/no reception and I'll remove it in favour of the other fic I worked on during NaNo.