The Dancing Princess

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A few days later I awoke In a hospital bed. Everything in the room was a solid white except for the peach colored couch and Arianna who lay head down on my hospital bed, squeezing my hand. Her long auburn hair was tied back into a messy bun and her lightly tanned skin seemed much dark in the white room.

"Arianna!?" I asked softly. She shot up instantly. Her hazel eyes scanned me up and down.

"Doctor, she is awake!" Arianna shouted. "Sweetie, what happened? Are you ok? Do you need something?" The questions rolled out of her mouth I such a scramble that all I could do was shake my head. That moment a young looking man walked in wearing a white coat and glasses. He was supposedly my doctor and his name, was Dr. Gallen. He was a nice guy in his late twenties with a welcoming smile. He quickly looked me over with his light brown eyes and smile at me to reassure that I was ok.

"So Della, I would like to have you explain to us what happened. Are you well enough to do that?" He asked politely. I nodded but I was afraid that when I told them they would just think I was crazy and ship me off to some Loony bin. But a reassuring squeeze from Arianna's hand in mine was comfort enough to convince me to speak.

"I don't know what happened. One minute I was filling my water bottle and sort of dancing around on my way down to the studio when I heard a crash come from down the hallway. I tried to see what it was when I felt hands wrap around my neck and start to choke me. I tried to claw at them and make them let me go but when I touched my neck nothing was there. Before I knew it I was collapsed on the floor from loss of air," I explained. I knew this was how they would react, the strange looks they were giving me was just as I expected. They thought I was crazy.

"Do you know what broke?" I asked arianna. She stopped looking at me like I was crazy long enough to nod.

"It was our favorite picture of you after the dance recital where we first met you and you danced the lead. It was smashed on the floor along with the plaque on your dance studio door," she answered. What was going on? No one was down the hall, the picture of me was broken on the floor, and I don't know how anyone could remove the plaque from the door since it was screwed into the wood.

Arianna talked to the doctor and made a few phone calls. I could tell she was worried but I didn't know what to do. I tried not think about the fact that it all might be happening again. All the things that I left behind. All these things tht keep happening to me that I try to convince myself are just coincidence or freak accidents may be more than that. I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep knowing the only way to get away from all of this is in my dreams.