Best Enemies

Hanna

I feel something.

I actually feel something. It's touching my foot? At least I think it's my foot. It feels cold, no hot wait cold again. And is it hard or soft?

I begin to get frustrated trying crane my neck and pull my eyes open but the strength fails me. Then there is a sound. It gets louder and it has a lower pitch. It comes closer and I can almost feel it against my skin.

My body twitches and I open my eyes I take a huge breath as if I have been under water for the last few hours. I feel hands on my shoulders as I begin to sit up. They are heavy and rough.

My head smacks back down to the pillow and a monotone voice says something that sounds like,
"You need to rest. You will get worse if you don't. Now try your voice. Tell me your name and your age."
I take a moment to process the information, my brain still feels like cotton wool.
"My...Name is....." What is my name? Ashely? No Harper. Can't be. Hanna?
"Hanna?" I say questioning the statement.
"Yes, that's right. Now your age." The voice is no longer bored and flat. It is sensitive and careful.
"Am I 12? Wait no that's not right."

My head hurts from thinking. I want to lay back and close my mind. I want to sleep, I want to escape this white fake prison. She asks me again, getting impatient.

I use the last of my energy to think. It comes to me. I manage to squeak out "Fifteen" and then I blank out into an uneasy sleep.

I don't feel anything. I barely hear the door burst open and the panting of two lungs. I barely hear the hurried footsteps toward my bed or the hushed conversations with the nurse.

I sleep like Arora from Sleeping Beauty never wanting or trying to wake up. My body is finally relaxed. This isn't like anything I have felt before.

I love this feeling of freedom and comfort.

I might never wake up.

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