The floor feels good; it's smooth, nice and cold. I am deeply relaxed. I stretch my arms, but then I notice something strange. Why am I feeling the floor when I should be in my bed? I wake up suddenly with this realization. I jolt up. Everything is bright, but I don't see the sun. The color of that sky and the floor are white. I stand and stare at my surroundings. This must be a dream. Isn't it? Or have I been kidnapped? I look to see if there's anyone around. I cry out, "HELLO!". Then I hear my voice echo, "HELLO, hello, hello, hello, hello" until it becomes quiet again. The silence creeps me out, knowing I am alone. I hate being alone. There's gotta be somebody out there, I think to myself. I shout out, "Is anybody here? Shout if you can hear me!" Once again, I hear my voice echo again, followed by silence. Well, I think to myself again, I guess standing and shouting isn't going to do any good. Guess, I'll just start walking. After walking for what felt like an eternity, I see a silhouette in the distance resembling a person. Could it be? My pace quickened, trying to move closer to a potential answer to my question. It is a person! I think to myself again. But what's up with the James Bond look? And why is he so creepy? With a closer look, I realize this isn't the answer I was looking for AT ALL. The black suit gave a very formal impression, but it wasn't what drew my attention. A big black square mask with two white X's for eyes, and a red stitched mischievous smile made my skin crawl. WHAT A FREAK is all that runs through my head. But even as much as a freak he might be, he might be the only person I see for a while. I shout, "Hey, you there!" but the freak just stands there, not even acknowledging me! Feeling annoyed, I approach him and demand why he won't respond to me. "Look, I don't know what the deal is with your mask, and if you're into freaky stuff. I don't care. I just need to know where the heck I am!" I wait for a few seconds, but the freak just stands there, totally ignoring me. Further irritated, I move closer and get in his face. "I get you're probably not used to people wanting to talk to you because you look like a psycho and everything, but are you seriously just going to ignore me? Can't you at least tell me where I am?" This time, his mask looks down at me. So the guy does hear me. But I can't help but feel a dark sickening feeling wash over me, and I begin to feel uneasy. Why is he looking at me like that? Without warning, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, and I gasp. The hard pressure caused me to look down, and I couldn't even utter a word as I saw what it was. A big "Butcher" knife was wedged in my stomach, with the freak still holding the handle. Blood oozed and pooled onto the white floor. I looked up at him again, the speechless mask. With another sharp pain, I felt everything go black.
I see the sky is white again, but this time I know that I am awake. Hold on, I eye in the sky once more. It is actually the ceiling, not the sky. My right hand clutched a something woolly; it feels fuzzy as I've looked down to see a blue blanket. This means, I look down to the left to see the white floor as I've glanced up at a big and wide opened-window in the right beside me. I am in a hospital bed, there are bandages wrapped around my abdomen. I am stunned at what I see. Was I stabbed by a masked psycho? A freak? I hear a knocking on the door, and see a doctor come in. He has dark hair, light brown eyes, white skin, and is appears to be a young adult man. Although, I start to feel my eyes are tired. I say, "... Doctor, could you tell me what exactly just happened? Was I stabbed by a masked psycho?"
Doctor asks, "Isabelle, right?"
"That is right, I'm Isabelle Wigman."
"I don't think I have been told by that you were stabbed by a masked psycho? And you have mistaken me for a doctor. I am a nurse" He said, stating the facts.
So the masked psycho has been just a dream. "Oh, a nurse. I thought of a nurse is supposed to be a female?"
"Very funny. You've been stabbed by a big piece of sharp glass that you fell on top of, and you lost consciousness at the same time when your head hit the ground."
Really? "I don't remember it, and that's why I've got this injury?"
"That's right. So you don't remember anything?"
I can't remember falling on a big piece of sharp glass? Weird, I was sure I was being stabbed by a masked psycho. "Thanks for telling me about the glass. Knowing that is just too weird!"
"I suppose it is, but we will be checking to see if you had a concussion too which explains why you can't remember anything," said the nurse, handling the checklist with his left hand. He begin to write things down on the checklist with his right hand. He turned around and walked out of the room. He closed the door.
He left my room to find out about my ridiculous brain. What the heck, did I fall on a big piece of glass?! I could not remember a thing. What was that dream all about and who was that masked psycho? My eyes turned to the window, just to be sure. Was he real or did he simply live in my head?
It feels like it has been hours since that doctor left, right, actually a nurse. Strange, I wonder why I don't see any clock here in this room. Maybe some of the nurses must have forgot about the clock, is that why it hasn't been prepared a clock to this room? I've been in bed. I feel bored, thinking what I should be doing next. I feel thirsty, I need a drink. I find an empty cup on the bedside table next to me. I reach out for a cup, and then try to stand up. I suck in my breath; I feel pain in my abdomen; it hurts. I should move slowly. I head toward the bathroom that's right in front of me. I step inside and reach a sink. I turn the faucet on and fill my cup. I don't look in the mirror, but I feel something pass by like a shadow behind the door. I look up into the mirror but see nothing. I turn my head around, nothing there. I feel strange, watched. I begin to ponder, is someone here? I walk slowly toward the door. I feel nervous. I keep my mouth closed, and feel my lungs rise up and down. "Hello?" But nothing moves. I starting to feel anxiety and start to sweat. I walk out and stare at the room. Again, nothing there. Behind me, I feel something and as I begin to turn around, I scream.
