Dancing in the Dark

31. Reawakening

Loneliness is horrible. It consumes you. It is good friends with depression.

The pain and the grief people go through, towards someone they love...

There are many things in this world we receive yet don't ask for. I didn't understand what was happening and I am just as confused.

To do something so callous towards the people we love, it's cold and unforgivable.

September 2020
I fluttered my eyes open, taking a minute to see where I was. The smell of disinfectant was in the air and distant voices.

At first it was all blurry, the sounds, the voices, but it soon cleared up. I felt the tingle sensation in my arm, a tightening one in my chest.

It took a while to remember what happened. Looking about where I was, I was in a hospital room, empty, just me, laying on the bed.

I heard the angry voices on the otherside of the door.

The last thing I remember was dancing. I was performing, and then...

Slowly lifting my hand, my fingers grazed over the wound. The knife was real. It wasn't fake. I had stabbed myself in the upper stomach, lower chest, just under my left breast.

The door opened and my eyes went to it, wide and in surprise.

I went to talk, but my mouth and throat was so dry.

"Thank goodness!" Max sighed as he rushed to my side. Placing a tender kiss on my forehead, I was curious to know every detail.

Slipping his fingers in to mine, Max sat on the seat next to my bed. I wanted to sit up, but he told me not to.

"You're okay. You really scared me, Kimmy." He let out a nervous smile.

Scared him? I scared myself.

I gave him a small smile and spoke. "Hey." I breathed out.

Max smiled wider, pleased that I was awake. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." It hurt a little to breathe to be honest.

"Take it easy, yeah? You are still recovering."

I moved my eyes around the room to recognise the place. There were balloons and teddies and flowers every where.

"Who are these all from?" I asked him slowly.

Max smiled at me. "Well, all your friends and colleagues."

I barely nodded before I asked the big question. "What happened?"

Max looked uncomfortable as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.

"For a tiny person, you sure hold a lot of blood." He tried to joke but I scowled at him, wanting a proper answer. "I don't know. I had this uneasy feeling all day and sitting there, watching you, I knew something was going to happen, but I just didn't know what. When you were dancing with that knife, i felt worse and something wasn't right. It looked so metallic, shining off the stage lights. Then that face, your face, when you noticed it too, but it was too late. The damage was done. I raced to you, we called an ambulance. I don't know how the prop got changed to a real knife, but there is an investigation happening about it."