Once Upon a Time. . . (on hold)

Anger Management Issues?

It played over and over again in my head.

The more I seemed to rewind it, the less sense it made, that I was starting to doubt it was a flashback.

Perhaps it was nothing but a mere form of my brain's imagination which was resulted by the traumatic state I currently resided in.

The doctors wouldn't let my mother see me, nor would they tell me anything about what happened. I asked them about Axel. But like the other questions, I didn't get a reply from any of the white cloaked monsters.

The only thing accompanying my thoughts was the rain's drizzle outside the window.

"Would you at least tell me where I am?" I tried.

No answer.

Oh, right. I was alone.

My eyes knew that, but my mind was hoping that the white walls that held me captive would magically give me an answer. There wasn't even a clock in the room. Judging by the color of the sky outside, it was about six in the evening. I couldn't tell for sure, because it was raining. It could be only 4 or 5.

Let's try this again.

I closed my eyes. The white walls sunk into a black abyss. I snapped my fingers, and the round table and the couch that accompanied the sides of the hospital bed disappeared.

Here we go.

The white walls were replaced by the cabin's walls that were made of logs. Two windows for eyes,

One door between them for a nose.

I was no longer lying on the hospital bed, and neither was I alone.

Axel.

I started to feel my heart leap out of my chest.

Where was he? What happened? Was he hurt? Was he as confused as I was?

What did he see that alarmed him so much that I had to get down on the floor?

Focus. Focus.

But I couldn't. I opened my eyes, welcoming myself back to the hospital room.

Besides, what was the point? There was no flashback. I made the whole thing up. All there was to do now was to wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Screw this. Waiting was never my forte in the first place.

My back protested by making a few cracking sounds as I sat up. It felt so sore it was as if I'd been lying down for weeks.

I gave the door a small jiggle.

Of course it was locked. Should I try the window?

There was a small opening through one of them. I felt the winds blowing stronger the closer I approached it. 

I would've leaped and made a run for it if it didn't look like I was thousands of feet above the ground. Grabbing an apple from a round desk beside the bed, I took a bite before tossing the rest of it out of the window, watching as the red ball slowly turn into a small, black dot, until it disappeared. 

Shit. 

I couldn't even hear it drop. What if it was still falling? What would happen if it was me instead? 

There wasn't a single object in the room that could help with my escape. It wouldn't be funny if I repelled myself down through the window with the curtain. And no, I wasn't about to build a rope out of the bed's blanket and bed sheet.