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An American Girl in Short

“can you move your fingers for me?”. That was the only thing I heard when I awoke, which actually woke me up. There was a neon green light radiating all around my head; it seemed like that was all I was. Just my thoughts, in my floating little head. No body, just a head. I tried to look down, but there was a thin strip of plastic strapped to my forehead. I tried to remove it with my hand, but the ceiling of the tube I was lying in was too close for my hand to reach. I thought I was, actually I couldn’t come to a conclusion as to where I was, where I had been, or how I ended up in this tube, for that matter, abducted by aliens. At least I could remember what aliens were. Think, think, think. I couldn’t even remember my name to repeat over to myself while I was thinking. I was shooting blanks. I felt like Neil Diamond after his golden years. Who am i? I felt down near my crotch, the only place I could manage to move my hands freely around. “hmm, no penis there.” I thought. Well, I knew I was no man. I also remembered penis. Now we were getting somewhere. I must be a woman. Not quite. I was almost there, right at my prime. A girl. “I am a girl.” I rationalized my thoughts aloud, unaware of any other being than my floating head. I’d since forgotten I was lying horizontally in an effervescent, neon green, tube. It felt like that was my life. I was born, I will live, and I will die in this glowing tube, surely. It was at that moment I began to pull out. My whole body was being mechanically reversed, out of the tube, into a fluorescently lit room. Once the green light had left my eyes, I knew where I was(somehow). This is where the take you when you’re In need of repair. For some reason, they always think they can fix you. It’s funny, because technically, they do fix you. Your head is split, they will sew it up. You break an arm, they snap it back to normal. Need a new liver? Here, just write your name on a list, and in 2 monthes, you’ll be better than new! But they can never fix inside; your inner and sub consciouses. Although my physical injuries weren’t as severe as they could’ve been, (I only got a little road rash, broke my wrist, and a few stitches on my cheek; thank the omniscient being) I had a different situation on my hands. You see, in the hospital, I had just agreed with what was asked of me. My name had not been mentioned since I woke up, and When questioned, I either answered yes or no; I had been listening to what all the others around me were saying, so when asked something I couldn’t answer on my own, I pieced together phrases I had heard earlier a into comprehensible enough answer for them to release me. I was lucky today, My memory was on my better half, I thought to myself. Something unusual, or something I sensed to be unusual, since I couldn’t really remember what was actually usual; I had to assume. Although I couldn’t remember my name, sex(for a minute), life pre-the green tube, how I was going to get home, or even where “home” was for that matter, I seemed to remember what my 5th grade teacher had said to the class several years ago. “You know what Assuming does? It makes an ASS out of U and ME.” For the rest of my time here, I had always strived to apply that logic to daily tasks, ideals, and, in all actuality, my life in general. That much I remembered. Now, I was completely abandoning that logic. It felt like I had no other choice. I strained myself to remember things, and when I did, I would just get a nauseating, pounding pain in the back of my head; I quickly ceased to try and remember, and just kept going with the flow. Eventually, when i walked out of those glass doors, (I refused a wheelchair, since I could walk just fine, and there were others who needed them, surely)i knew my life was to assume. From that little bit of what I remembered, it was to make an ass out of you, and me. What’s more meaningful? Living life in ignorant bliss through multicoloured ever-changing flashing lenses, or being blindsided by the ever present black light that shows all the lint and dandruff all over your clothes and makes everyone’s faces and teeth look like bright purple, demonic premonitions, depicted in the prophecy’s end time? I decided on the previous of the latter, and from that moment on, riding that motorcycle was the best damned decision I had ever made.