[ WP ] You 're not feeling quite like yourself after that organ transplant

`` If it looks like you, acts like you, it probably is you.'' 
 
 Those were the last words spoken to me by my schizophrenic dad right before he ran out into the streets, chasing after an illusion of his family. What a pity, but he was past his prime I suppose. 
 
 Two weeks later, my mother commits suicide. Guess she did n't enjoy life quite so much without her loved one. At least she was an organ donor though, so it's not as if her death was in vain. 
 
 A month after my mother's death, I get scheduled for an operation. Apparently it was something big, like, some organ that's apparently vital to my survival? Not really my business but yeah. 
 
 So surgery goes fine, I wake up with a fresh new-old.... something. Hm, that's weird, I ca n't remember what. Well I can always check sooner or later, after all, you ca n't hide anything in this age, nothing like the backstabbing courts of hell- Huh? Weird I just lost my train of thought. 
 
 But I'm not gon na lie, after the surgery, I feel more awake than ever. It's almost like I'm a new person. 
 
 *No, it's everything else that's changed. * 
 
 Nah, it all looks the same to me. After all, there's only one answer to a voice like that, and it is appropriately, `` You're crazy.'' 
 
 Whoa I feel a bit woozy now. Random black spots are appearing but that's not really consistsent with how energetic I've been feeling. It's almost like I'm a new person. 
 
 Some people in black robes are coming up to me now, but they look like nice people. They just lifted up my shirt and- Whoa, why's there a pentagram carved into my stomach? Pretty spooky I guess, but the new me is n't quite so scared as I should be. 
 
 And now they're chanting in like, Latin or something? People these days, eh. Though were the hospital's walls always so black and red? That color scheme's kind of dark if you ask me. No, not dark - like, ominous or something? And now I'm looking at me. I dunno how, I guess there's a giant-ass mirror in front of me or something. Yeah, that makes sense. Steam's everywhere, there are horns and glowing red eyes on me. Whoa. This is how I wanted to have looked in college, but now I'm supposed to be a respectable member of society. 
 
 I turn to the nearest person draped in black and ask if I can get these decorations off. I mean they're cool and all but I have a job interview this Saturday and I kinda need it. His chanting kinda faltered but I do n't blame him, after all, if I looked at myself I would probably be confused too. Oh wait, I already am. 
 
 Well I'm sure it's all gon na be okay. My body's exploding out in flames now, but this surgery must have worked miracles because I'm still feeling great. I'm humming out the tune to `` Staying Alive'' as I decide to finally get up and walk around. I mean this place is supposed to be scary, but I'm not scared at all. 
 
 After all, it's like I'm a new person now.
