Username:
~~*HellSpirit*~~
Name of Mutato:
Ohrisham
Reason for picking that name:
Ohrisham means "Light" she symbolizes Light of course but she also symbolizes Hope. Yes, Hope... Why? Because in every dark corner of the world there is always a Light of hope...
The story of hope
Light.
There was light. It was not a soft, pleasant and reassuring light but a stark, harsh light that filled me with hesitation and fear. I screwed my eyes shut, only to pass out and drown into another pool of darkness.
When I awoke, I had a terrible, splitting headache. I lifted my hand up to my head. I stared at my hand, trying to find some clue of who I was. I found nothing, except for the fact that I was a girl and I had purple nail varnish on, still perfect, un-chipped. At least I had good taste.
Suddenly, I could hear noises- no- voices. Three of them, and they seemed in deep conference. Terror gripped me. Who did these voices belong to? Where was I? Who was I? The curiosity was too much, thus with effort, I slowly, slowly opened my eyes. There was no longer that harsh light, but a dim, harmless glow. I strained my eyes to see better yet everything seemed a blur.
“Hello, Ohrisham” said thin, reedy voice. I moved my head a little to try and see who was speaking. I saw a middle-aged mutato. And next to her, a young mutato stood. He had raven-black dishevelled tail and, if my eyes weren’t mistaken, blood all over himself. The woman looked a posh mutato, with a short, chin length bob with expensive chestnut streaks. I couldn’t recall being acquainted with them. But, then again, I couldn’t recall anything.
I gathered the courage to find my voice and voice the questions that had been dancing around in my head, ever since I awoke. “W...where am I?” I faintly enquired. The mutato kneeled down, to get to my eye level. “You’re in hospital, darling. You have been here, for five days, in and out of a coma, wavering between life and death. Though, thank goodness, Doctor Rita says that you have made a complete recovery.” My eyes wavered past her, looking for ‘Doctor Rita’. I spotted her scribbling down in a big blue book. She had sleek, shiny brown hair and dark skin, witch a beautiful sheen. She looked up at me. “Yes, Ohrisham. You have made amazing recovery! We still have to do some more tests just to be on the safe side but, I dare say, you could be going home soon. Just as long as you take your medications, that is!” She nodded at me and the mutato, and walked off the patient across my ward.
“Who are you?” I asked. The male mutato smiled at me and sat on my bed. “You’ll find out. Soon. When the time is right...” He smiled at me one last time and walked out. I looked at the mutato- I needed to know who she was at least! “I’m your teacher; Alice McClure. If you’ll excuse me, I have to check on my children at home. You’ll be okay here won’t you? Call the nurse if you need anything.” She patted my arm awkwardly and walked out.
There were still loads of questions that needed answering. I mean, who was this mutato and this male one? Why was I in hospital? I was so tired and weak, so I gave up and fell into a deep sleep.
Everything seemed like a blur. I had to move to so many different wards, go through so many tests. Still, I did not find anything about who I was.
One night, I was alone in my ward; the mutato and the male mutato were still gone. I felt up to my head, where a big bandage was wounded. I slowly got out of bed, and reached up to the book Doctor Rita was writing in. It read: Ohrisham, 17, DOB 4/8/2000, admitted 7/7/2018 after a severe car crash.
“So, I’m Ohrisham and I’m 17.” I said to myself. I shivered. I didn’t feel like a 'Ohrisham'...but I did certainly feel like I just had a car crash. Just then, a bright blue piece of paper, caught my eye.
It was a note! I opened it up.
Dearest Ohrisham,
I’m so sorry I had to leave you. Something popped up, and I’ve had to take care of it.I hope you’re better. I left this note with the nurse to give to you.I’ll visit soon. I’ve bought you a little something to cheer you up; I hope you like it- your favourite colour was Yellow, Not ordianry yellow but soft yellow.. Like a sparkle of light
I hope it still is!
Love Anon Nimoss xxx
I looked for the ‘little something’ he had given me. Suddenly, something sparkly caught my eye, where it must’ve been hidden underneath the note. I picked it up; It was a gorgeous silver charm bracelet. It had a little yellow charm on it, and it had some writing on it. I strained my eyes to see what it said; it read
‘Hope’....
Movie character:
She would be the source of all hope in any of the disney movies sadly i really don't watch disney movies....
Sorry if this is long
Enjoy my story