Real

10.

I see someone. Its translucent. Part white. I can see through it. Its almost like some white particles floating in the air in a human formation. It's a person, probably a boy. And now it's gone.

'Lucy.' It says my name again but now I cant see it anymore.

The sound is even faint than a whisper. But I can hear it clearly.

I feel like an energy passing through me and then pin drop silence. It all feels normal all of a sudden. Now it feels like its all gone. The door opens in a click and scares the hell out of me. Its the doctor. He comes in and stands beside me.

'Lucy, listen to what I'm saying carefully.'

'Hmm.' I reply back nervously. What if they saw me killing the lady?

'There has been a murder. Sort of, in the hospital. We are discharging a number of patients who can now survive without the hospital facilities because of that. You are one of them. So, I have called your dad and told him that you will be discharged tomorrow morning six a.m. I hope you're good with that.'

'Sure, from when can I go to school? And will I have to be in a wheelchair all the time?' I ask. Shouldn't I be in shock right now?

'You can go to school from tomorrow if you want and yes you will have to be in a wheelchair for now. Once this case is solved, I will sign you in for an appointment and we will see what can be done.'

'Okay. Thank you for everything doctor.' I say and smile like I mean it.

'No problem. I wish you well.' He says and leaves the room.

Why am I acting normal? This is not normal. There was someone here. Or it was just my subconscious waking me up, but I saw it. I saw the white shadow or whatever it was. It creeped me out. But I'm not afraid. Because I just killed a person with my own hands. Because I have an evil side to me. Do I have multi personality disorder? I don't think so. That would at least be more normal than what is happening with me right now. I don't think I have a disorder. Because when I did what I did, no one could see me. After I left and threw the knife, it disappeared. This is not normal. This is not a disorder. This is not natural.

I want to take my mind off of this. Lets just deny it. Lets think about school. What am I going to wear tomorrow? I am going to school tomorrow.
I'm injured but I want to look like I'm in my senses. I don't think I should care about this right now. This is irrelevant to what I'm experiencing. Clothes? That's what I should focus on?

Nope.

Maybe a witch can help me with this. If witches are real. I don't even know anymore what to believe and what not to believe. Tis' happening with me is not what happens with just a random person. If this can happen, than I guess I should believe that supernatural stuff is real. But I don't want to believe that it is.

My life. I loathe my life. I think that my daily routine will solve this issue. Now that I'm going to be in a wheelchair, I know that I will have to wake up hours early because everything will be slow. My mom will have to come in my room daily to teleport me from one place to another. Usually its the kids who have to take care of their parents at my age if their parents are old. In my case, its reciprocated. I just hope my mom doesn't get tired of me. Tired of transporting me from one place to another, every single day.

I just can't wait to start my rest of the school. I mean whats left? Two months. And then university starts. I'm not ready to face university in this condition though. I might as well take a year off. Till I get better. I want to make it better. I want to find something that I can enjoy but its productive at the same time. Something fun, exciting, adventurous at the same time. Though I don't think thats possible anymore. Poor me. It feels wrong cursing my own life. I did this to myself. This is all me, I must have done something wrong, something really wrong that I am surviving through this. But the question is; what is the "this"? There is something wrong with me. Or something wrong with hospital. I never thought about that. This room or the hospital is either haunted or cursed. Also maybe possessed.

I'm just stupid. I'm just hallucinating because of so many medications. Maybe I never killed that lady. It's just all maybe's. So many maybe's. These many of them mean that nothing is clear. It's all blurred out by me. The problem here is me. At this point in my life I wish that I was never born. Since grade ten putting on my two faced make up did nothing but just made me two faced. A two faced mean girl. And now a two faced injured, sick, hypocrite girl.

As I'm trying to sleep in this hot room with absolutely no light, the door flashes open and dad comes running in. He comes rushing to me and hugs me. He looks up to me and starts adult crying on me.

'I was so worried about you when I saw the news of the murder on T.V.' He says sobbing.

'I'm good dad. I mean mentally. You don't need to worry about it.' Lying straight to the face should be my thing now.

'Anyway, the doctor called me up, and said that he would discharge you tomorrow morning but when I saw this on T.V I requested for you to be discharged at the moment. That way it would also give you time to get some stuff ready if you want to start school tomorrow.' He is the only one who can read me. The normal me.

'Thank you so much dad. I love you.' I'm on the verge of crying right now. This is emotional.

'I love you too, Lucy.' He says and goes away to complete formalities.

The doctor and two nurses come in to check everything about me. They have a wheel chair standing right across me. They shift me in the wheelchair and take me outside. That process was painless. There are lights everywhere. Its over brightened, the hospital. Or its because I haven't been that exposed to brightness lately. I am at the counter with my dad. My dad takes me outside, with one of the doctors following us. Huh. The weather has quite changed. It's almost warm with a cool breeze. Its refreshing. Its nice to be outside after so long. My dad shifts me into the front passenger seat of the car with help from the doctor. They exchange thank you's and my dad starts driving. He knows that he shouldn't talk to me at this moment. He knows. He just gets it. By watching the streets around I can say that home is twenty minutes away from the area we are in. I watch the street lights flickering a bit like stars, like they twinkle. I can see small insects, possibly moths sticking to the yellow of the street lights. I'm finally out in the real world now. I feel a sense of happiness inside me. I feel like I'm me now.