Creative Writing: Annabeth's Death

Annabeth wasn't dead. She wasn't all that sure she was alive, either.
Her body felt heavy, like one of the anchors in the boats her dad used to take her fishing on when she was younger. She felt like she was girl made of a hard metal and she couldn't move. She could feel her surroundings; she could feel the soft padding of the surgical table underneath her, she could feel the rough fabric of the dress she wore. She just couldn't move.
She wondered if this is what dying was like. What if you're just a consciousness trapped forever in your motionless body? Annabeth panicked at the thought.
But no, no, she couldn't be dead. Her vision, pitch black a second before, was slowly returning. She could make out shapes, moving shapes, and then the outline of people and objects in the room. Her hearing was coming back as well. The muffled voices were becoming more and more clear. She strained to hear what they were saying around her, but she couldn't make out a coherent sentence. She heard a word here and there, such as, "brain", "trauma", and "alive". …show more content…
She still felt distant from her surroundings. Her head hurt. Her throat felt dry and grainy and raw like she hadn't drank anything in days. She doubted she'd be able to speak. The lights in the room were way to bright. When Annabeth tried to open her eyes, she felt like she was staring directly into the sun. She shut them tight again and then slowly eased them open, blinking a lot to get used to the