The Scarred Coincidence

All Over Again

~~~~~Emms Dream World/Dream~~

I wake up to something gripping my shirt and pulling it. Pull. Pull. Pulllll. I am now irritated so I struggle to open my eyes. Its like they are glued together. I continue to fight my eyes open but when I do I quickly close them, coming back to the darkness. The light was blinding. Trying for a second time to open my eyes, I was surprised the bright light wasn't there anymore.

I look around to find myself in a hospital bed. I look around to see two orange chairs surrounding the bed. The bed was a little higher so it was a little harder to see it. The rest of the room was all white. Everything. White. Eww. The chairs had but indents.

'Hahaha! You see those but imprints. One of the imprints is huge. Those tiny chairs do not fit that persons but.'

'Really Liza. Really.'

'Look at those Bunnnnnns!'

'You are so  annoying.' And with I cut her out of my head. Liza has been with me throughout everything. Since the day I got kidnapped, she was there. Helping me through everything. I think she's a figure of my consciousness, but she acts so apart of me. Maybe the..... silly part. She talked me through every PLAYTIME. Every beating. And every thought swarming my head. When I have panic attacks she talks me through them. Sometimes I have to do the same. We were there for each other.... or just me. 

I remember someone gripping my shirt but only for a brief moment. Whoever it was I can't trust them.

'Damn Straight.' Said liza.

'Whatever.' I said snarkily.

I jumped up from the bed and headed to the window on the right. I sprinted across the giant room. I kept running but the distance was still the same. Soon enough the nurses came in. I stopped in my tracks even though the window was getting farther and farther away. I looked at the nurses walking towards me and the window slowly getting farther away. I kept running and so did the nurses, the only difference is I wasn't moving. I wasn't getting anywhere.

Soon enough more than two arms wrapped around me, holding me back for moving. I pushed and pulled trying to get away. I probably look like a crazy, flailing, old lady, with Alzheimer's.  Eventually,I stop struggling. They let of their hold on me and harshly turn me around so that I'm facing them.

'No way.' I thought.

The unknown man is looking at me with fire in his eyes. He has an emotionless and blank expression on his face, but deep down I know he's mad. I know he's angry. At me. He grabs my neck with his right hand and pushes me back to the wall. His other hand is caging me in, right by my head. 

'Liza. Liza! Elisabeth where are you!' I screamed but she didn't answer. Bitch.

"She can't hear you."

'Why, why can't she hear me.' I nearly screamed in my head.

"She isn't there. Shes is gone."

'No she can't be gone.' I tried to say but since I'm fucking mute, I couldn't.

"She very well is. You must be wondering how I can hear you." I nod my head vigorously.

"Well, I can read your mind." My instincts were telling me to run. I tried to run away and turn around but I was already against the wall. I was trapped.

"Little girl. You smell good. You know, I could do a lot of things to you, happily." He said.

He licked his lips and smiled. Not a genuine smile, an evil, and a sick smile. I could already feel bile coming up my throat. I quickly swallowed it down and turned my attention back to the unknown man. ' Who is he?' I thought. 

"Who am i. Who am i." His voice boomed in the hospital room.

"I am the one and only, Lubian, darling." Here comes the bile. Clearly, he read my mind because his face is turning as red as a tomato, yet he was still smiling. I look at his teeth. All with a sharp and coated like a blade. Suddenly four of his teeth elongated. He looked like a vampire.

" That I am darling." I gaped. He was not serious. He's got to be shitting me. 

"I assure you, I am not shitting you." He laughed in a humorless tone. He looked back at me, his gaze never wavering. Vampires aren't real. Of course not he's lying. I thought.

' I might need proof.' I thought.

"Very well then. He puts the back of his hand behind my neck with the other hand still holding it and me in place. He breathes slowly. His fanned breath hitting the nook of my collarbone. He suddenly sinks his fangs into my skin.

I scream from the excruciating pain of him drinking me dry. He drops my limp form on the ground. I lay there motionless. I do the only thing I have the strength to do. I lift my head up and watch him lick blood off his lips. My blood. My eyelids feel heavy, and soon enough I close them letting the darkness overtake my soul.