Torn

Long forgotten, yet still recognizable

The doctor walks towards the door, holding a stack of paper. 'Next one, please.'He mentions with a calm expression. 'Urgh, finally.' The woman says as she steps into the room.
We see her walk towards the red chair until the door is closed behind her. My dream gets blurred by a bright light, slowly fading me out of that hallway.

Birds sing a soft soothing song as I step outside into the afternoon sun, its warmth feels like a fage memory of good times. Long forgotten, yet still recognizable. A tall man with bright blue eyes and chic curly hair stares at me from the shadows. When he notices my stare, he nods at the wooden garden bench.

In it's nod a small piece of bandage peeks out from underneath his blouse.
Fast footsteps fly towards me, I turn around just in time to see Rosie wrapping her arm around me. A ecstatic smile fades the dark rings under her eyes. 'Sky! It's so good to finally see you. ' Rosie says as she intertwines our fingers and lead us to sit onto the bench.

'I missed you too, Rosie, you look exhausted...' I mention.
Rosie shrugs and looks up at the sun.
'All better now. The sun truly does wonders.' Rosie replies.
I hum and slowly take back my hands. Rosie's smile disappears, she turns her head to me.
'How... Are you? The last time I saw you, I was afraid you weren't gonna make it. ' Rosie says, with a concerned frown.

I chuckle, my eyes looking into the other direction. 'I'm not that easily killed.' I reply.
The man steps out of the shadows, while he shakes his head, a crossed expression on his face as if I just said something I shouldn't. Rosie turns her head to the man, she raises her eyebrow with a smirk.

She turns to me and whispers 'oh well, that man could visit my room anytime... Is that one of your regulars?'
I frown then quickly shake my head no.

'Hmm... Talk about regulars... Have you seen this? Rosie says as she takes a neatly folded piece of paper out of her pocket. She hands it to me, I enfold it and inspect the small curly letters on it. 'Date night, this Sunday, in the black lagoon.' I read out loud.

'Yes?' I ask, confused about Rosie's intentions.

Rosie stares from me to the man at the door, then says, back at me. 'We could go to attract more regulars...' Rosie states, then points her finger at the folded corner of the paper. 'It's in the black lagoon, a girl in my block said that she heard that this isn't far away. Rosie adds as I unfold the corner. In a small pencil scribble one word is written. A warm tingle runs over my spine as I read 'Escape'.