Chapter 1 – The Abnormal Side Effects
I woke up in a daze as I usually do. It is the same every day. It makes me want to never wake up. Well, that and the fact that my dreams are far better than what awaits me in waking life. I can be whatever I want, so inevitably I dream that I am someone who is noticed...wait that isn't that much is it.
I get up from my happy, lovable, comfortable bed, pandiculate (which is a real term, look it up), and completely disconnect myself from the only relationship where I feel wanted, and I want it. Yeah, I am talking about my bed.
Moving over to my dresser I strip my clothes from my thin, wiry body. I pick out a bra to wear over my barely existent B-cup tits, and a tight fitting shirt to show them off as much as you can these tiny little bumps. After that I put on some panties, which fit over my one feminine trait of a pretty nice ass, but it doesn't really do much for my fairly boyish body. I throw on some short shorts to hug to my bottom, to show that I am, in fact a twenty-year-old girl...
Which is something I really have to try at because most people assume I am fourteen. It isn't helped by the fact that I have to wear my plain brown hair super long because if I don't people will assume I am a fourteen-year-old boy.
I go through this every morning and I walk downstairs to my overly sunny parents who, god love them, try so hard to cheer me up. I am never really angry, or snap at them, I just am a little upset that neither of them have anything interesting about them that they could have passed onto me. They didn't even give me a cool name. Julie...At the very least it wasn't Katie. UGH!
Everything about me is appropriate because we live in a dull neighborhood in a dull suburb next to dreadfully dull and dumb neighbors. At least I can dream and think of a better life. These dullards don't have anything going on upstairs (in more ways than one). When I am famous, I'll change that. I'll put meaningful thoughts in their empty heads.
Moderatly cheered up with my new sense of purpose, I hop on my bike to my job. I took a few years off of college to find myself, but all I've found is I am painfully boring. Also, I have no idea what I want to do with myself. I live in a world where nothing ever happ....
.... ... ...
I regain fuzzy conciousness in some sort of vehicle. I am restrained not only by straps but by a brace around my neck.
"I'm glad we got to her quickly, but she's in a bad way..." That's all I hear before it all blacks out again.
I don't know how long I am out when my eyes slowly open to an off-white hospital room. I try to prop myself up on my arms, but my mind only returns "ow" and that something is blocking me. I look down and see my body covered in casts.
"What happened?" I ask, surprised by my hoarse voice. A kind voice I only slightly remember answers.
"A person with very little respect for human safety. A man late for work ran you over at fifty-five miles per hour in a twenty-five zone no less. Running a red light too. Frankly dude kind of sucks."
I'm too tired to really have angry feelings towards my empty-headed neighbor, or it could be the IV giving me the best drugs doctors can give me.
"How long am I going to be stuck in this thing? And where are my parents?" Wondering how little my bank account is going to grow this winter, and how much my parents are going to have to spring for this.
"Well, we have to talk about both those things. First, your parents haven't been notified yet. Luckily the ambulance was very quick and we got you settled. For all they know you are at work, but don't fret," he saw the concerned look in my face, "for your injuries which are, for lack of a better term, severe, you would not regain your full health for quite some time due to the healing and the physical therapy you would have to undergo."
He quickly moved on from his thought seeing my now saddened face. I didn't want to lose what little life I had thanks to some reckless driver.
"But, I am trying to get you into a very experimental treatment, that has been designed by yours truly, that might be able to rapidly heal all your injuries. Like within the next two weeks. One hundred percent." I perked up a bit at this notion. "That being said this is a completely new procedure and I don't know what could happen in terms of side effects, but I feel..."
I didn't let him finish his thought.
"I want in!" I try to yell enthusiastically, but my hoarse throat doesn't allow loud decibels.
"Oh...okay...are you sure?" I nod as much as my neck brace will allow. "Would you then like me to tell you more about the procedure so you can be educated?" Nodding again, I try my best to listen and although I hear a few things about the doctors trying to give me more direct control of chemicals in my body that promote healing, I don't really listen carefully. I am taking stock of my life and how I need to make my recently realized dream a reality when I am back to one hundred percent after the procedure.
"...So as soon as you allow us we can start the treatment. We will have to put you under, but it won't take too long. Once we have the procedure finished you will metabolize medicine faster and more efficiently. If we get started now, we can make sure to call your parents when we are done and they will assume that the accident happened on your way home. When would you like to start?"