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She opened her eyes, her chest heaving up and down as she awakened from her deep slumber. For a long time, she's been unconscious.

Her eyes travelled around the white, tidy room that she was inside and then at the door when she heard a faint sound. Someone entered, someone that didn't seem familiar to her.

The person's eyes widened immediately to see that she was finally conscious. The person was holding a paper holder pad with a pen attached to it. She was wearing a white plain dress and a white hat rimmed with the colour red.

She was a nurse.

The unfamiliar figure immediately ran out, leaving the sliding door open. Those actions instantly confused her. She tried her best to sit up straight, pulling herself up with her two arms.

Her gaze returned to the door as soon she heard deep and sharp breaths. Her eyes widened as soon as she saw a familiar face.

"I know you." She points towards the middle aged woman who was standing at the door. "I've seen you in my dream."

"D-dream?" The woman stutters, furrowing her brows in confusion. Her chest continued on heaving up and down as she approached the younger female towards her hospital bed.

"Yeah, I had this terrible dream where my parents died and I..." She loses the will to speak as soon as she recalls scenarios of her supposed dream.

"...I died."

The woman's eyes widens as she heard the words that have come out from the younger female's mouth. She gulped down the anxiety in which she has been having for a long time.

She approached the young one closer and with a warm smile plastered across her wrinkled face.

She pulled her in for a tight embrace.

"It's going to be okay, baby." Somehow, the voice the older woman calmed down her trembling nerves and she hugs back without knowing the full, whole truth.

As soon as she lifts her arms to hug back, her attention was caught by the scars on her arms. The scars were still red, swollen, fresh. They were new scars and that's when it hit her like a truck.

She knew everything now. It wasn't a dream at all. It was a living nightmare.

She knew about the whole truth but chose to act innocent. She chose to act as if she knew nothing at all even though she knew every single thing in detail.

She did this because she though, if I act like nothing happened, maybe I can start over.

Live a new life, make new rules. Make friends and even enemies.

I want to live like a normal human being.