The gentle ocean breeze blew quietly along the shore. The only sign of it being there in the first place was the mute rustle of palm trees in the distance. The area was uncomfortably quiet. Nothing made a sound. The awfully loud seagulls were suddenly content with their newfound silence. The constant white noise of waves crashing against the sandy beach had vanished. However, there was one sound.

A terrible ringing. Coming from nowhere, but everywhere. The sound reverberated within your skull. It was a constant noise, never changing, and never stopping. You opened your eyes as you came to your senses. You felt the itch of the fine sand along your arms. The heat of the sun scorched your skin, leaving it red. You stared up at the bright blue sky, not a patch of white in sight. The ocean scent filled the air and a strange taste lingered within your mouth.

You lay within the sand. Taking in the experience of this new peace. You lift yourself up to observe your surroundings. It is peaceful, but only for a moment. A darkness was quickly approaching your peaceful island. The ringing got louder as the darkness approached you. You were being pulled back. Back from the brink. Paradise had been denied to you. The cold embrace of reality sends a shiver down your spine as you fall asleep, or were you waking up?

The gentle city breeze blew quietly through the window. The only sign of it being there in the first place was the mute flapping of the curtains. The room was uncomfortably quiet. Nothing made a sound. The awfully streets of people were suddenly content with their newfound silence. The constant white noise of passing by cars had vanished. However, there was one sound.

A terrible beeping. A horrible rhythm somewhat familiar to you. Coming from right next to you. It echoed through the room. You opened your eyes and came to your senses. The gentle comfort of thin blankets on your bare arms. The brisk, cold, air of the AC made you shudder. You stared up at the blank gray ceiling, it gave a depressing tone. A strong, minty smell filled the air and a blank taste lingered within your mouth.

You tried moving your arms and legs, to lift yourself into a more comfortable position. Useless. You panic for a moment, as you take faster and faster breaths the awful pattern of the beeping beside you hastened. You again try to lift yourself up but can’t. It takes you a moment to realize that trying to move is futile; your movements are not your own. You are a prisoner in your own body.

You look around the small room at the medical diagrams on the wall. Then your eyes are drawn down to a set of documents on a table. Not much can be read from them besides a single word that’s burned into your mind: Huntington's