Reflection

Cold

Cold... It's so freezing!!! I sat up quickly, shaking. "HAHAHAHA THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE!!!" Jack pointed at me, laughing hysterically. Next to him was Owen, his face red from laughing too hard. He fell to the floor in tears from laughing so hard. They threw ice cold water on me. I just walked past them, ignored the fools... they have no idea what's coming to them. I went upstairs to my room so I could dry my hair and change my clothes. I changed into a white shirt and the baggiest sweatpants I had. I loved the feeling of stepping on my sweatpants. I changed my socks, and dried my hair. It got really frizzy, not good. I put it up, avoiding the afro that was creeping up. My face looked like crap, mascara and eyeliner was everywhere. Washing my face couldn't hurt. After washing my face, I reapplied my mascara and eyeliner, then put my glasses back on.

Knock Knock Knock "Bestie? You in there?" It was Jack, my heart was beating frantically. For some odd reason, I thought it was my mirror. But that would be crazy. Looking up at my reflection, I wanted to make sure I looked presentable. He tried to open the door, but couldn't. I locked it on my way in. He kept trying to get in, "Come on I know you're in there!" I was giving him the silent treatment. "Owen! Can I break your sister's door down?!" He yelled downstairs, and I smiled. This was very amusing. "Only if you pay for a new door!" Owen and I both knew Jack had less than a dollar. He always spent his money right away. Jack tried to force the door open and kicked it. "Ow! You piece of shit you hurt my foot!!!" Oh my lord, he's speaking to the freaking door. I looked at the mirror and started to silent laugh. I covered my mouth but my reflection didn't follow. She was smiling and had her finger on her lips... as if to say shhhh. I gasped. What?! Who is that?! That's not me!!! I stepped back and fell onto my back in bed. Knock... Knock... Knock...

That sounded like glass, not wood. That wasn't Jack. I closed my eyes and crawled into fetus position. Nope Nope Nope Nope Not happening. Jack was still trying to get in, I could hear him. I could also hear the worst noise ever. It hurt my hears, and it was very high pitched. It was like nails going down a chalkboard, over and over. My head began to ache and my body shook in fear. The room got cold immediately, and I could see my breath. Click! The lock to my door turned and Jake came stumbling in. "Jesus, do you know how long I've been trying to get in. You weren't ans-"
Thud!

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"She's not responding." "We have to use the electroshock machine. Doctor?" "Alright keep an eye on the time, on my count. 1,2,3, Clear!" I felt a surge of warmth go through my body. I tried to open my eyes but they just felt too heavy. I wanted to move, get up somehow. But not even my brain could send the right signals. "Heartbeat fading, CPR!" "1,2,3,4" I could feel the pressure on my chest, the feminine nails digging into my shirt. Then the man I assume was the doctor moved the nurse. "Ready, on my count again. 1,2,3, Clear!" I felt the electricity this time. It hurt, alot. My heart started racing and I wanted to scream. I'M ALIVE! I'm not dying, please stop. I'm okay, I'm just tired. Please stop, let me go. I need to take a nap...

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Beep... beep...beep...beep

"What's that noise? Stop it." I said, my eyes closed. The noise kept going, so I got up but immediately fell back down due to the sharp pain rising in my neck. My room was.. white. My sheets were white my clothes were white and the floor was white. Oh my god, I'm in an asylum. There was an IV in my arm and I had a thingy on my finger. The thingy kinda just looked like plastic but it wrapped around my finger. There was a machine to my right, and it was making the beeping noise. I was the only one in the room for a couple more minutes until someone knocked and came in. It was a tall, middle aged man. He was a bit chubby, but I could make out some wrinkles and gray hairs here and there. The asylum life must be taking a toll on him. "Goodmorning, Ms.... Colins. How are you feeling?" I hated his voice. He was monotone. "Am I in an asylum? What's up with all the white in the room?" Gosh I'm stupid. He asked how I was feeling. The doctor guy looked shocked, and made a sound. I think it was laughter but I can't be so sure. It sounded weird. "I wouldn't go as far as an asylum, but you are in a hospital. Do you remember what happened?" He talked to me like a 5 year old. I. Hate. That. I already didn't like him. What a shame. "Yeah, Jack and Owen pulled a prank on me then I locked myself in my room. Big whoop." I didn't tell him about my mirror or the sounds or the weird coldness in my room I felt. The doctor looked at me weirdly, like I said something to insult him. "You locked yourself in your room? With your window open? While your hair and skin was wet?" He looked at me, like.. I was disturbed or stupid or maybe even both. "What? I never opened my window. And I dried my hair and changed my clothes. The prank they pulled was dumping-" "Ice cold water on you to wake you up yes your brother and his friend told me all about it." Now I really hated this guy. I'm not stupid, I know what happened, whatever. I have to be nice anyways. "So.. where are those two? I wanna talk to the idiots." "Well I don't know where they are, they were in the room a couple of minutes before you woke up. Maybe in the cafeteria, they'll be back. Anyways, you still haven't answered my question." God he was annoying. "I'm feeling fine, thank you. So what? Am I sick or something?" I didn't feel sick, just a bit groggy but that's it. "We don't know, you've been asleep for the past two weeks. You were nearly dead when they brought you here, your skin was pale, lips blue. Almost like you were trapped in ice for a long time. Your vitals were slow too." I kinda just zoned out then, trying to connect what was happening. Dead, almost dead. I'm gonna kill those two. But it sounds like I had hypothermia, why was I asleep for 2 weeks though?

"Ms. Colins?"
"Hmm"
"If you could just pay attention please. I'm going to have to keep you here for another day. Make sure nothing else happens just to be safe. Feel free to get up and move around. Just make sure you tell the nurse so she can assist you. Any questions?"
"No, thanks doc."
"Have a nice day."
"Yeah you too."

He closed the door, and I called for the nurse through my remote. "Hi, um, I need to find a way to call the room service or cafeteria. I'm starving." "I'll be right there." I waited for less than 5 seconds and there was a knock on my door. "Come in." A young lady, I assume she's my nurse, came in. She had auburn hair that was shoulder length, and porcelian pale skin. I could see some freckles on her nose. She was short, and a bit too skinny. Her scrubs were green, like the gross pastel green. She smiled at me, and her teeth almost blinded me. I would guess she was maybe 24? "Hi! I'm so glad you're awake, does the IV hurt you? I didn't get any response when I put it in so I just wanted to make sure it's okay." "Yeah, no it's fine thank you. Um, so, I'm really hungry. How do I call the kitchen?" She showed me how I just had to press 403 on the telephone next to me and the kitchen would pick up. I ordered food and then I realized that.... I really needed to pee. "Um, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?" "Oh sorry sweetie, I'll have to walk you. Doctors orders. Here let me help you up." She helped me to sit up fully and I realized that my legs felt like jelly. This was gonna be awkward as hell. "Nice tattoo! Where'd you get it!" The nurse pointed to the back of my ear, where my jawline met my neck. I never got a tattoo, so I have absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "Tattoo? No I never got one. My brother probably drew on me while I was asleep." "Well, it's pretty. Your brother has some talent." Pfft lady my brother can't even draw a stick figure. She was probably just being nice.

Walking felt weird. Felt... foreign. Idk, my legs are still a bit numb at the ankles from not walking for a while. "Here it is. Yell if you need any help." The nurse stood next to a door. I walked in, and immediately ran to the toilet. Let's just say... I really needed to pee. Once I was... relieved of my urge... I washed my hands. My hair was a mess of frizz and it was oily, disgusting. I tried to braid it while using the water from the tap to comb through. When I was done, it looked half decent. My face was a bit pale and a bit swollen. I splashed some cold water, and rubbed my eyes. Ew, where is my make up? "You okay in there?" "Yeah, just drying my hands." I grabbed the towels and looked back at the mirror. That's when I saw it. The tattoo the nurse was talking about. It was a black symbol, with curves in the outside. It almost looked like a flower or snow flake, I can't really tell. But she was right, it was really pretty. I felt the need to touch the thing. I went to put my finger to the thing, but all of a sudden I got cold again. My head was spinning and... and... the floor looks closer than before......