Ninja University

Epilogue

{Eliz's Point of View}

"She woke up yesterday," someone whispered near me. "She woke up, stared at her family and friends, and started screaming. We had to drug her to shut her up."

"What was she screaming?" The other gossiper wanted more information, greedily latching on for another story to tell her family that night.

"I think she was screaming 'Where's Dew?!'. I don't know who Dew is. She was probably dreaming. Those dreams are horrible, in comas, because they feel real."

"Did she recognize anyone around her?"

"Her boyfriend. She took one look at him and started screaming on the top of her lungs for help. He was so upset when she made the doctor remove him from the room."

"She's a little insane?"

"No. Her mind is just a little altered from being in a coma so long." The nurse paused to breathe and I took that as my chance.

"You shouldn't talk about someone when they're right next to you," I said, my voice dark with anger and faint amusement. I opened my eyes to see both women jump. One glared at me while the other rushed over to check on me.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her voice concerned. For a half second, I actually thought she cared.

"I feel absolutely fantastic! You should let me out of the hospital right this second!"

"But, miss, you have four broken ribs, your ankle is fractured, and you have a concussion," she murmured, missing my sarcasm. Her eyes widened after a second and she gave me a disapproving glare.

The other nurse rolled her eyes at me. "Your boyfriend stayed out in the waiting room all night, for you. You're such an ungrateful brat."

"I'll bring him in. Some familiarity can help your memory come back and your mind won't be altered from the dream anymore."

"Who is it, again?" My question fell on dead ears as both nurses left. Instead, a few moments later, familiar boy walked in, his eyes wide with hope. When I didn't start screaming, he came closer, smiling slightly.

"Welcome back, baby," Lukas whispered, leaning down to kiss me. I jerked my head to the side; his lips left a slimy kiss on my cheek, wetness staining my skin.

"Where am I? Why aren't I at the university?"

"Baby, you're home. In London. And you don't go to an university."

"It was so real-"

"Your dreams? It wasn't. I promise. I'm not a bad guy. You'll remember me soon, all our memories and everything. Why you love me."

"Lukas-"

"Who the hell is Lukas?" He growled. He grabbed my arm harshly. I winced and tried to pull it out of his iron-grip.

"In my 'dreams'," I made quotations in the air with my free hand as I struggled to pull the other one away, "there was a teacher named Lukas who looks exactly like you."

"My name is Danyel. You'll remember me soon." He glared at me. "And if you don't, we'll just make more memories."

My eyes glistened with tears. He finally noticed that he was breaking my arm and released me. He breathed hard through his mouth, his nostrils flaring, before turning on his heels and storming out. I glanced down at my arm.

It was dark red, with marks from his fingers lightening my skin. It burned as I touched it. That would be a horrible bruise.

"He's an abusive boyfriend," I whispered to myself, staring at the door. I knew my eyes were wide with fright, and I could hear the heart meter thing speed up. I heard nurses race in, but I couldn't see them. All I could see was the door, that he had just walked through.

I fainted into the darkness.