Frost

III.

My eyes felt glued shut. Like there was something keeping them together, a sort of glue. They felt goopy as I opened them slowly, my eyelashes pulling apart.

 White light hit my eyes first, and a white ceiling was the only thing in my vision. Was I dead? Was I dying? I tried to move but I couldn't. I was lying on something comfortable, something hard. Where was I? 

I tried again to get up, slowly but surely my vision adjusted to my new surroundings.

 My eyes darted across the strange room, trying to piece together what happened last night. It was a blank room, with bright windows all around. The ceilings were high and chandeliers hung from it. It looked like an infirmary of some sort, beds lined the walls with tables of medical instruments and a cabinet of medical looking substances and supplies. 

Where was I? This didn't look like an ordinary hospital with jello cups and television screens with the same four channels. It looked like a scene straight out of Hogwarts.

 Was I dreaming? Looking down I found that I'm dressed in a  simple white linen gown that blended in with my milky white skin. My arms looked paler than normal, which was odd because I was always white as a ghost. Looking towards the doors, I wanted to will myself to get up all the way and walk out to see where I was. I was definitely in a lucid dream. 

The windows across from me were bright, a snowy forest was outside. Slow started to fall from my sky, and suddenly the memories from the night previous flooded back to me.

  Heath.

I wanted to cry, Oh my God, I killed him. I killed him just like I did Bradley Simms when I was eleven. A fat tear rolled down my cheek, I was a murderer. A monster, a freak of nature. Looking down at my hands I wanted to cut them off my body, these murderous hands. 

After Bradley mysteriously died of frostbite, I told my mom what happened. She said I was special and to never tell another soul about this, and we moved away from my hometown of San Francisco to Chicago. That was the first and last time that it had happened, until now. 

"She's awake!" 

The door bust open revealing a nurse in a dark blue uniform. She was carrying a tray of food and flocked to my bedside, I was the only one amongst the room of empty beds. She set the trap down on the table beside me.

 "How are you feeling?" she took a cold cloth and touched my forehead, it sizzled in relief at the cold feeling.

 I furrowed my brows, "Where am I? How long have I been here?" I asked. Was this like a special jail for icy murderers? Pain stabbed at my brain.