Aiza.

Chapter 4

Chapter IV

That night there were no dreams of any sorts that befell me. I just slept and envisioned utter darkness. It felt endless. No sounds, no faces, just pure blackness.
The first time I woke up, I was in what seemed to be a large tent or a small cabin. I was attached to more machines that were foreign to me, and I had a mask feeding me air. My vision was slightly distorted so I couldn't see a lot. However, I assumed that I was on a drug of some sort; I could feel the side effects.
That day I heard no noise, but the second day was different. Firstly, I could move a bit better (the dosage was obviously lowered), I was able to breath without the mask and there was a lady sitting next to me. She seemed to be in her middle ages, maybe 42, but man was she in shape. She had mostly brown hair, greying in some parts, blood red eyes and the build of a pro football player. I felt in my mind that I should have known her, but I couldn't put a name to her face.
When she noticed me stirring, she put a finger on my head and pushed me down. "Sleep." she said firmly.
Me, unable or too scared to protest, did what the lady said.
That night I slept much less than the previous night, and I still had no dreams.
When I woke up I noticed the same lady in from the previous night speaking with a figure in a hooded black robe. When I looked around, I realized the room was in fact a wooden room with many decorations and such on the walls. I turned back towards the muscular lady but the hooded figure was no longer with her.
She walked towards me and said, "You slept for five days. You've been here for fourteen."
She had a heavy accent and spoke very sternly.
"Where am I?", I responded.
"You are at camp. This is hospital unit 42a; your preferred unit.", she said casually.
That last part troubled me. "Wait, my favorite? What camp? What's going on here?"
"Silence!" she interrupted. "You are traumatized. You will understand soon. 'She' will come soon to explain." she said before stopping in the door frame. "It is good to have you back, Aiza."
With that she left the room.
I had so many questions, but I decided that I had no choice but to wait for this "She" to arrive.
I couldn't sleep for some reason so I ended up thinking back to a time at home-- or what I thought to be home.

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It was the summer of 2 years ago and I was at my high school orientation. Me and Eddie were at lunch with a couple of other guys in the cafeteria. We were doing the usual, goofing around checking out girls, whatever.
It was all fun and games until one of the boys named Mark said, "Hey, Aiza! Why don't you go talk to Krystal?"
All the boys laughed and agreed with him.
"Yeah! Ask her on a date!" Eddie added. Judas.
That received an even bigger response from the crowd.
Krystal Torres was one of Nichole Matthews' closest friends so it was only natural that all of the boys agreed with him. If I could get a date with Krystal, that would mean they would maybe get closer to the "cool kids".
I responded, "I don't know guys..."
The first boy said, "If you don't do it you're a pussy."
With that, I had no choice but to do it. I walked over to the table and stopped halfway. I looked back and saw faces giggling with amusement. Too late to turn around I walked toward the table. Then that is when I saw her. At the middle of the table was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was talking to one of her friends and she noticed me and smiled. Then the rest of the six girls noticed me.
Krystal scowled at me and said, "Yes?"
I stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before coming back to reality and saying, "Ummm... Hi."
"Is there anything you need? Or you just gonna stand there like a really red retard?"
Snickers emitted from the group.
"Uhhh... I'm Aiza. And I wanted to know if you would maybe like... I dunno... grab a bite to eat or something?" I stuttered.
The whole group burst into laughter.
When she finally gathered herself. She said, "You're funny kid. As if I would date you."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I asked, offended.
"Two things: first of all, I'm not single; secondly--"
"Wait,"  I interrupted. "Who's your boyfriend then?"
Then a voice behind me said, "I am, you little shit."
I knew that voice all to well. It was Brian Lachance. He was the starting Point Guard of the senior basketball team but was built like a football player. He was 6' 2" and weighed at least 230lbs. And now he was out for my head. I don't think it is necessary to say that he was an absolute douche bag.
I said, "I'm so sorry, bro. I didn't know."
"It's cool, bruh." I had a premature moment of relief before he said "I'm feeling generous, so I think I'll kick your ass twice today!"
He took a swing at my face and I ducked, his fist just skimming the top of my head. I backed away quickly and he came after me. Overtaken with panic, I fell on my butt.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know! It was a dare from my friends, it wasn't my idea!" I yelled in desperation while shifting backwards.
"Shut the hell up! Next time you'll know not to mess with my girl!" he exclaimed.
Suddenly a figure appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw that it was a girl from the table standing in between me and Brian.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Brian yelled to her.
She replied, "Leave him alone Lachance. It was a complete accident, he didn't know."
"Who do you think you are, bitch?! I don't remember you being selected as his bodyguard"
She walked up to him and I heard a loud 'THUMP'. Next thing I knew, Lachance was on the floor in the fetal position, gasping for air and holding his crotch.
"Don't know why the fuck you're calling me a bitch. You're the one that's failing grade 12, dating a eighth grader, and acting like you're all that when we know you aren't going anywhere in life!" she said. " Not to mention you just got your ass handed to you by an eighth grade girl!"
She put her hand out to me and smiled. "Let's go, cutie."
I took her hand and she pulled me up. We walked out together, not turning back a single time  and completely ignoring the dirty names Brian was calling us.
We spent the rest of orientation by ourselves in one of the stairways. We got to learn a lot about each other.
After a few hours, she asked me, "So cutie, you single?"
"You're asking me out?" I replied. "We don't even know each other's names."
She laughed embarrassedly. "Okay then, I'm Tiffany. My friends call me Tiff."
"Nice to meet you." I said.
She sat there expectantly for about a minute before she said, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Man, you really are dense... What is your name, cutie"
"Oh... My name? My name is--"

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"Aiza?" called a familiar voice from the hospital unit.
I was ripped out of my day-dream by the voice. I gazed toward the doorway to see a hooded figure. She ran towards me and I braced myself for impact. I was surprised when she hugged me and began bawling.
"Aiza... You're alive... I-I thought we l-lost you... I missed you so much,"
I couldn't think of anything else to do so I hugged her back. She buried her head in my chest continued crying for a few minutes.
She took off her hood revealing long blonde hair in a braid and deep blue eyes.However the part that caught me comepletely off guard was her face. 

It was Tiffany's.