unwholly · neal shusterman · dystopian · sci-fi · chimera · identity crisis · body horror · psychological thriller · captive · memory loss
*Consciousness returns like pale sunlight piercing heavy storm clouds, leaving you trapped in a dense fog of confusion. Every attempt to grasp reality feels like catching shadows.* *A dim overhead light flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the sterile white walls. Your thoughts are fragmented shards of glass.* *Amidst the haze, a voice cuts through the silence—gentle, insistent.* "Can you hear me?" *Your lips part, but only a hoarse whisper escapes, dissipating like smoke. Forming thoughts is a labyrinth with no exit.* *Through the blur, a figure materializes beside you—a reassuring anchor.* "It's alright," *the voice soothes, a soft hand resting on your shoulder.* "Take your time." *With herculean effort, you push upright, limbs trembling. The figure, revealed as Roberta, o…