Forever And Ever.

13

My vision was blurry at the sides and my head was killing me. The lights were so bright. "Hello?" I called out. No reply. I tried to block the light with my hand to no avail. "What the fuck kinda horror movie bullshit is this? Then?" I ask no one in particular. Nothing. Just silence. Bright lights and silence. Oh and a drip in my arm. What the actual fuck?

"Good morning Mrs. Gallagher" a voice says but I was the only one in the room, or so i thought. Honestly it was too bright to tell.

"What who said that?" I ask in the direction it came from "can these fuckin' lights be any fuckin' brighter?".

"Back to you usual self I see" the voice says and I hear a click, then the lights dim down to reveal it is infact day time through the window behind me.
A man in a suit steps foward. "Happy birthday" he says.

"Birthday?".

"Yes birthday" he replies.

"Birthday.... my birthday? What age am i?" I ask.

"You're thirty" he replies "you've been in an induced state for three months, you wont remember much, high meds".

"A what now?" I question then there is a stabbing pain in my head I wince at it. "Thats impossible I was thirty three and in prison after getting into a fight in germany a minute ago".

"Probably a medication induced dream" he replies "they can seem vivid and realistic but I promise you none of it was real".

"Hang on who the fuck are yer?" I ask.

"I'm your psycho therapist" he replies.

"And how did I get here?" I ask.

"You tried to kill yourself in a manic state and threw yourself out a second floor window, hence the broken arm" he points at my other arm with his BIC pen. I hadnt even noticed it was in a pink cast.

"Who the fuck made it pink? I hate pink" I reply.

"You did" he chuckles "anyway I'll re-introduce myself, i'm Teddy your psychotherapist and you're in a psychiatric hospital... we've lowered your meds, as you seem to be recoving slowly from your brain injury too, meaning you can become a functional human again".

"And the drip?" I ask.

"Oh thats just for nutrients, you havent eaten anything in about four days, not my department".

"The brain injury?".

"As far as I know, when you jumped, you lant on your arm and your head. You're actually quite lucky to be alive" he replies "also your husband is coming to see you today".

I think for a second. "My husband?".

"Yes" he looks at his clipboard "a Mr. Noel Gallagher?".

"Thats impossible, we've split after he started taking coke again and fucking his PA".

"None of that happened" he replies "i'll leave you to ajust, be careful trying to walk, it might feel weird at first, call me if you need anything". He opens the door and leaves. I hear a click when it closes, meaning im locked in.

"Thirty?.... so its still 1997?" I ask myself. I look at my arm its got a cast at the wrist where I must have broke it and then on my other wrist there is a line attached to a drip on a pole. Im on a bed. This was actually like a horror movie. I dont even remember anything except being at Alfie's house.... and leaving noel.
I shuffle down the bed until my feet touch the floor and using the drip pole as support, i stand up. I was wearing light blue pjama trousers and a white t-shirt with "cute as can bee" on it with a cartoon bumble bee on. I knew these pjamas... they belonged to me. Meaning someone had to be visiting me here. I took my first steps like I was a baby calf just being born and found my way to the window sil. I sat on it and looked outside. It was a luscious green field with the sun shining on it and there were sheep. The sky was blue.