Wearing Her Shoes

A New Life

Darkness enveloped me as I tried to open my weak eyelids. Streaks of light rushed through my eyes giving them a painful shock. Instantly, I squeezed my eyes shut, and then tried opening them slowly once again. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw a man in white standing beside me. Am I dead and in heaven?

I opened my lips in an attempt to question him. Unfortunately, my voice failed me. My thoughts were interrupted by his voice saying, "Don’t talk Miss Williams. Take a rest and you will be able to leave tomorrow." What?! Miss Williams? My name is Sara Adams. Where did Williams come from? I tried to argue, but my voice was too low for a whisper, and he left before I even got a chance to say anything. I quickly scanned my surroundings wondering how I got into the room. I was lying on a bed in the center of it, and to my right were a small coffee table and two chairs. Farther to the right was a long corridor, to which I couldn't spot an end. A group of familiar faces were sitting on more chairs to my left. One of them stood up and approached me after the doctor left.

I scrutinized the crumpled features of her face. She was an old woman in her seventies or perhaps more. Looking at me with sadness and worry, she said, "Oh dear Samantha! What is wrong with you honey?! What happened?!"  Not knowing what to say, I blankly stared at her watching her silver hair fly from the air conditioner's effect.

Another woman in her late twenties made an appearance. She was a blonde lady with azure eyes who approached the old lady, laid a hand on the elderly woman's crunched back, and said, "She's too tired to talk. I'm sure she'll be better if we give her a chance to sleep. We can talk to her tomorrow morning."

A dark skinned guy with a built figure added, "Natallie is right, Granny. Sam needs a rest. I think we should leave for now until she is more conscious and can process what's going on."

"Fine, but I'm not going to leave the hospital," the granny grunted stubbornly.

 Natallie led the way out of the room, and they all followed except for a young man, who seemed about seventeen.

"Aren't you coming, Adam?" the grandma asked.

"I'll follow you in a moment," he answered.

"Okay," she said before closing the door behind her.

"You aren't Samantha, are you?" Adam said giving me a warm smile that subdued all the tensions I had.

"No," I barely whispered.

The young man passed his palm through his thick caramel hair uneasily. His emerald eyes laid on me before he said, "Well; now you are."

I gave him a confused look, and before I got to utter a word he added, "I know that processing all what's happening might be hard for you, but let me try explaining this slowly." I nodded as I watched him take a step closer with every word he uttered. "Have you heard of the actress Samantha Williams before?" he started.

"Yes," I muttered nodding to ensure he heard my silent voice.

"And I guess you also noticed the striking resemblance between you and her," he added.

Giving him another nod, I listened to Adam continue, "Well, Samantha is my sister, and my siblings and I wanted to ask you for a favor: we need you to replace her for a while."

Adam's eyes landed on me demanding an answer. I forced my voice into a soft murmur and said, "So you kidnapped me for this?!" Unfortunately, my voice was barely audible to him.

When he noticed my struggle to talk, Adam apologized saying, "I'm sorry. It must've been very inconsiderate of me to expect you to talk while you're still tired. If you want, I can leave and we'll talk tomorrow morning, when you're feeling better."