Sebastian Stan Imagines

Oppressive Nature | Sebastian Stan

Featuring Eia! An O/C

I found myself lost in my own thoughts, as usual. Most of the time, it was stupid things; why was this street named this, or when did that piece of graffiti appear there. This time, I was wondering how someone like me could be so... Broken. I got good grades in school, yet I had the most damaged mind out of anyone in my classes. I was the nicest person, yet everyone hated me.

And here I was, the Honors Student, struggling to pay my rent, and be able to provide the medicine that prevented my episodes from happening. Not to mention, food, electricity, water, and clothes.

I guess you could call it that. "An Episode" although it seemed to be just one long, continuous, horror movie that took place right in my mind and in my direct vicinity. It wasn't the type where a ghost just pops out at you. This was the type that seems to be controlled by a greater power. God, demons, fate, the weather, whatever you want it to be. I was stuck in a body and life I had no control over.

My epilepsy didn't usually get in the way. I was smart, yes, and my damaged mind didn't prove to be any difficult while I was getting my education, but it seemed as if my first job's reviews on me spread.

I had a seizure on the first day.

Some people believed I was possessed, and just... Left me there to die.

Some screamed, "Someone, help her!" And my boss just exclaimed, "What the hell is wrong with Eia?" One woman, around the age of forty took control of the situation, grabbing a spoon off the table of the high-class restaurant I was working in, and slipped it into my mouth, preventing my teeth from clamping down on my tongue.

It was all downhill from there.

I lost the job, I couldn't find another one for two weeks, I had to downgrade my apartment, I ate only one small meal a day. People were concerned I was anorexic.

I was starved, but not just of food, but of normalcy, and a caring hand.

So, here I was. Just coming home from the pharmacy, down to my small, one-room apartment on the not-overly-bad, but-still-not-the-best part of town. I was passing these cute, three story cliché apartments that were all painted different color each, and seemed to be wedged together like a beautiful painting, or the scene of a romance movie.

I saw the nice cars pulled up to the curb. People with these types of cars are the ones who go to fancy restaurants ever Friday. Who leave their kids at home with a nanny while they go to Hawaii.

I would never be able to afford these homes.

So, I turned my head back down to the leaf-covered sidewalk, and continued on my way home, thankful I was wearing decent clothes to be walking in a street like this.

I felt a shudder pass through my spine. I didn't worry, as small tremors usually passed through my arms every once in awhile, but when another one shook through my body, I started panicking.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed to the floor, the leaves not at all breaking my fall. I guess I passed out, when a man tried to help me.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The smell of anesthetics. I was in a hospital again. Which was normal, but I didn't feel alone.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That beeping was getting annoying. And the bright fluorescent lights bit at my closed eyes.

So, I decided to open them.

Worst decision I have ever made.

My eyesight was blurry, and the white light stabbed my eyes for a second, and I had to turn my head to the side to recover from the sudden blindness.

A man was sitting at the chair to my right. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and was doing something on his phone.

He didn't notice me wake up, so I decided to initiate conversation.

"You playing Angry Birds?"

My voice was raspy and quiet, but it still got his attention.

"You're awake."

I let out an airy chuckle. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock."

He rolled his eyes, setting his phone down.

"You had a seizure-"

"I'm aware of that, yes."

"-and I called an ambulance to come and help you. I had to run inside and grab a spoon, though."

I smiled in appreciation. "How did you know what to do?"

He shrugged. "My co-worker's son had epilepsy as well."

"Had?" A sliver of hope rushed through my veins. It was a feeling I was not used to, and the very icy breath of this new potential set me high up in the clouds.

"No, sorry. I meant has. Even with all the treatment, he still suffers from it."

My heart deflated for a second. "May I ask how?"

"He was born with it." The man answered, looking down at his clasped hands. "By the way, I'm Sebastian."

"I'm Eia." I supplied, sending him a weak smile from my place on the hospital bed.

He raised an eyebrow. "Eia, huh? That's a strange name."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "My real name's Eiana. My friends made a nickname for me, and it stuck."

He nodded. "Eia suits you. It's unique but not too... Unique."

"Is that an insult, or..." I was just joking, but on the inside, I was truly curious what he meant.

"Definitely a compliment. You stand out amongst a crowd, if I do say so myself. But not in a bad way."

I rolled my eyes, "Sebastian, are you flirting with me?"

"Depends, are you flirting with me?"

"So what if I was?"

"So what if I was flirting with you?"

I let out a humorless chuckle. "Me. Really. Eia in all her epileptic-hospital gown glory. You're probably a supermodel or something like that, and you choose to flirt with me. Why is that?"

"Like I said. You're unique, but not bizzare. You're simple enough to know what a normal life is like, but your personality stands out."

I was silent for a moment, and then decided to respond with a tired voice.

"You know, you still didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"Were you playing Angry Birds?"

"Maybe it was Galaga."

This was from a book I was working on a while back but this little excerpt worked well as a stand-alone so I published it!