Amy
I was being lifted into another world. I wanted, I needed so desperately to escape. I begged not to return but at last my wish was ignored and I woke up in a cold bed that felt like ice against my skin. I was the definition of groggy, my hair matted in rough knots, my face dry and almost scaly. Panic and anxiety awoke inside me and I started hyperventilating. My chest was a speeding car, the breaths increasing in pace as time flew by. I didn't know anything, my mind was invisible. I kept asking what I thought were the most important questions at that moment. What is my name? Where am I, who am I? But no matter how much I inquired the answers wouldn't come. I felt like I didn't exist. If I did, how come I didn't even know who I am? I wanted to cry but no matter how much dread I felt they would come. I probably hadn't had a drink in days. I frantically looked around the dull room and then I felt the first sensation of happiness I have had in most likely a very long time; a water bottle sat at the table next to me. That sparked another question in me, what day is it? I felt more despair as the fact slowly came to me that I lost my perspective of time. I felt weak and I hated feeling weak. This demon inside my brain destroyed me, made me damaged, cracked me into little shards of nothingness. I struggled to extend my hand to reach it, but something was holding me back. I tried to shift my limbs but they were stuck in place. Then I could feel it, a small leather belt. I wasn't confident in knowing what it was since I couldn't see under the blanket that covered me from neck to toe but I didn't care: All I needed was water. A long, shrill scream escaped from the demon inside me. Finally a nurse came in while I was reeling for air, panting like a runner. But instead of talking, all she did was hold a hand to her mouth and flee the room. My body was fired and the demon was angered. More shouts, more yells. I kept going until I was coughing drops of blood. As I stared at the red stains I trembled. What the hell did I do? I was powerless against the demon. It wasn't me, it was something else, something far more powerful that was screaming. I was the vessel and the demon was the person in control. A group of doctors came in and started shouting all over the place, " "Check her blood pressure"
"No! She's losing oxygen." None of the things they said made sense. All I did was stare at the ceiling with my motionless eyes. I escaped from reality.
I woke up again, this time less panicked and agitated. I wanted answers. When I tried to lift my arms, surprisingly they rose, as if on command. I started to move my legs and body. Beside me was a shiny red button. I was tempted to press it, to see what happened so I let my intrusive thoughts take over me. The door opened and a girl, about 2 years younger than me smiled, her chest impaled with a knife. Blood was dripping on the floor but no scream came out this time. Another joined, she had the same shade of ginger hair, she smiled eerily. Then a man with another knife and a woman with a pale face and swollen lips. The floor was a red pool of liquid. I closed my eyes, my stomach rising faster and faster. "Hey." I opened them. A woman with a blouse smiled at me, hiding the urgency. I started pointing at the door but nothing was there. "Shh." She held my hand and I looked at her, dazed. I asked the first thing that came to mind. "What happened to me, who am I?" Her eyes stared at the duvet sadly. "You don't remember?"
"Remember what?" I didn't understand a word she was saying. She got up and took a jar of pills from the table beside me that I didn't notice before. Then passed one to me with the bottle of water I was waiting for. "Here, these will help." Then she left. It was just me, the pill and the water. I placed the pill on my tongue, feeling it dissolve. Then I took a sip of water and closed my eyes. A detail then another. I remembered. A gasp escaped my lips and I played the past in my mind.
7 Months Earlier