Love Bites

Just a Dream act. 2

                      I wake up. Not in a bed but in a chair. A recliner in a sickly green room filled with sickly looking people. I take a look around. An old mans playing table tennis with a smiling woman whoms frizzy wild hair was so blonde it seemed almost transparent in the light. The light. It burned my eyes. Everything became fuzzy like the whole room had fell out of focus. Red spots started blotting my vision till my eyes began stinging to the point I thought they might blister.

"AHHH. HELP. HELP PLEASE." I screamed burying my face in my hands. My teeth clenching almost instinctively. Then in the middle of my suspended hell a hand  fell on my shoulder and the pain was suddenly gone. With wide eyes I lifted a delicate finger to my mouth and came away with blood.

 "Are you okay?" My hand darts back into the robe I'm wearing. I look up. A nurse. A very attractive nurse was kneeling in front of me checking the pulse in my wrist. I realized now how I must have looked. The room was silent and every eye was trained on me. "Uhm, where am I?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"Fairfield institution. Best hands possible miss." He said with a smile though his eyes seemed sad. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, youv'e been....unresponsive for the past three days and I guess I'm just happy to see you come out of it." He looked as if he might cry.

He gave my hand a squeeze then walked off presumably to let everyone else know of my miraculous recovery. Three days? I snorted. No way in hell and besides I didn't feel miracle worthy. And just what did I do to get here? I retraced my thoughts in an attempt to find some recollection but nothing. Well someone had to have the answers. I stood up, almost fell but then caught myself. My legs felt like jelly. Still I made my way out the room. The door closed behind me and I was in a long hallway filled with doors. At the end of the hallway was what seemed to be a reception desk. I started forward, my feet dragging. Some of the doors were open. Through one I glimpsed a girl with more tattoo's than than I could count sitting alone.

Pretending to clean and load an imaginary pistol before putting it to her head. She looked me in the eye and blew me a kiss before pulling the trigger and collapsing in her bed, pretending to spasm a little then lied still. I kept my head forward forward after that. Till I reached the last room on the right. A little boy sat on the floor of his room. Just staring at the window. He didn't move an inch, not once. I stood there. Waiting for some indication of life but none. A chill went down my back and I cringed. "Thats probably what I looked like." I thought to myself. A woman in a white coat approached me. "It's not med time yet, miss." She smiled.

A smile like the one that boy had given me. "Uhm, I was actually hoping you could tell me why I'm here." The womans forehead creased. Her brown eyes softening as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Oh honey, to get well of course." 

I exhaled and shrugged her off. "No, I mean why the fuck did I wake up in a looney bin?"  The womans eyes widened. "Oh, your the girl..Sit down sweety I'll get the psychiatrist." She ran off, her heels clicking loudly. She returned moments later with a man whom had the palest skin I had ever seen. It completely contrasted with his jet black hair. He reminded me of Dracula. "So you really are with us again." Said the man. "Come." He gestured for me to follow so I did. "I'm doctor Etib and this is my office, you'll be seeing me once a week here now." He said pointing to the seat opposite from his. I sat down feeling slightly numb.  "I sincerely doubt that. Just tell me what happened." I said sternly. 

Doctor Etib smoothed his tie and reached for a file.

"Yes well, youv'e been..unresponsive for the past three day-"

"I know."

He raised an eyebrow.

"As I was saying you were found in 334 parkway drive. Nearly dead."