Chaptire Onze: Fissuré
For the first time since they crashed, Vicktoriya had a dream.
Before opening her eyes, she brought a hand to the side of her neck and then glided it up to her face. Vick dragged her index finger over her features, tracing them as if she was making a sketch of herself. Once she covered every inch, every centimeter, Vicktoriya opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling in silence.
Vick was falling into a pit of despair.
To wake up unsure of where you are is one thing, but to wake up unsure of who you are is another. She felt like a fractured mirror, chipped and cracked. And as time went by, as the minutes passed and the seconds flew, the thing that bounded her fragile being together was weakening and would soon let her shatter. She didn't even feel this way when her life fell apart, so why now? Vicktoriya survived a fucking plane crash for crying out loud. She should be unstoppable, indestructible. But there she was, having an identity crisis.
Or rather, an identity theft crisis.
Soon, the door opened, she pulled herself out of her thoughts to turn towards the visitor. Surprised by who it was, Vicktoriya gave the girl an expectant look as she approached her bedside.
"You look like a ghost." Natalie remarked as she sat down on the bed.
Vicktoriya inched back a bit to give her some space and replied, "Yes, I died when we crashed. You are only seeing me now because I am haunting you."
"Not funny." The other girl said dryly, crossing her arms over her chest.
An unwelcomed stillness fell between them as Natalie powered up to ask the stupid question that is 'how are you feeling?', while Vick was hoping she wouldn't make idle chatter. So, just when the first word left her lips, Vicktoriya interrupted her, "I obviously feel like shit. Why are you here? I thought you would still be pissy about yesterday."
"Yeah, sure. Like I have the time to be 'pissy' over your stupid logic." Natalie scoffed, batting her disbelief out of her eyes. She shook her head, shrugged her shoulders and then responded as if Vick asked if grass was green, "I can't come to check up on you? I heard you nearly hit your fucking head on the deck."
"Why was I even out there?"
"Because you ran off after kicking Travis in the balls."
Vicktoriya blinked before asking, "Is that a joke?"
Natalie mirrored her look and turned her palm upwards before bringing it back down to her arm, "No, why would I joke about that?"
The dark haired girl brought her hands to her face, groaning into them as the pit in her stomach grew. She had to be right, she just had to be. "Scatorccio."
"You know, you can call people by their first names, right?"
Vicktoriya suddenly raised a hand up to Natalie's arm, and her grasp made the other teen furrow her brows an inch. Vick rubbed an eye and then said, "I had a weird dream. I could not hear anything and everything was blurred, almost like I had tears in my eyes, or I was underwater. It was like I was looking out of perspective. I saw a gun before me, but it was not me. I felt like I was suffocating, like something in my subconscious was trying to get rid of my consciousness. Like, I was being pushed out of myself. And I feel like the dream is related to how I have been feeling lately I do not remember the things I do. I do not how I got this scar on my head, or why I even why kicked Travis..."
