ILLUSION

**Chapter 2**Who are you?

09-12-2020
NYPD said weather conditions could have been a factor. Heavy blowing snow, low visibility and icy conditions were reported on the highway and they advise traffic is being re-routed around the collision and delays are still expected for several hours. One of the two survivors who was badly wounded was taken to the nearest hospital, the other...

The hospital room devoid of beauty, designed with eight beds and housed six patients separated by the green limp curtains. The walls were perfectly painted cream, boring and dull. The room had a stagnant smell like it had been cleaned with plain water instead of disinfectant. This was were she would stay.
Kiki Miller
Status: Unstable
Admittance: 6:45am
Cause of admittance: Automobile collision, side impact accident, rear-end accident.
Diagnosis: 4 broken ribs, dyspnea, concussion, medicinal collateral ligament injury.
Duration: 35 days

Days in the hospital felt like torture. With no visitors and no flowers to accompany her, Kiki was lonely. She watched each second of the hand of the clock move day after day. She watched as visitors flocked to other patients bringing excitement with them to the hospital room. Sometimes she would stare outside the grey barred window which remained closed through out the winter and watched the snowflakes fall.
But days passed and the void that filled her mind became the only thing she knew. Her grandparents never cared enough to visit her. Maybe it was because she was a bastard child that knew nothing of her father and was the daughter to a disowned mother.
It was a lot for an eleven year old to take in but in a way being alone made her mind develop faster. And as it developed, hatred and detest became her companion.

And so it came, the day she got discharged. Her mother's boyfriend welcomed her with counterfeit love only an idiot would believe. But it seemed that everyone that surrounded her was as idiotic as she thought.
She remained in his custody, enduring his insults and drinking problem. After the accident, he depended on alcohol to ease his pains and when he wasn't drinking he became physically unstable, breaking things and threatening her. But she lived through it all.

"John?" Kiki called out his name when she heard the apartment door. She walked into the living room expecting to see him unconscious on the sofa as usual, the thick smell of alcohol would fill the air.

But It was odd. There was no smell of alcohol and there was no John in the room. It was a middle aged man, he was dressed in a black overcoat with a black hat that slightly covered his eyes. His eyes remained fixed on her, sapphire blue, she couldn't take her eyes away. It pierced through her and made her feel invaded.
"Who are you?" Her lips trembled, she couldn't see his face, her eyes wont let her. There was something about him. Something strange. He didn't move or utter a single word.

"What do you want?" Their eyes met and immediately the room was no more. It was dark, like she was floating in space, except there were no stars or planets, just her. It reminded her of the hospital. The feeling of loneliness.
She stood in the darkness, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the blue-eyed man. But once again she was alone.

"Kiki!" She jumped, there was John at the door looking at her with detest, like she was some kind of abomination. She stood up from the floor board wondering how she got there in the first place.
"I told you many times to not enter this room" He was fuming. She could literally see steam leaking from his ears. "And what did you do? You fucking entered."
It took sometime for Kiki to realise she was in her mother's room but she couldn't remember how she got there. And John had warned her several times not to enter the room.

"I don't know how-" But before she could complete her sentence, John had struck her across the face. Was it with his fists or palm? She couldn't tell. All she could feel now was a sharp, throbbing pain at her left temple. "I'm sorry" She cried. But she knew sorry couldn't get her out of this mess.
"I told you to not fucking enter this room. You think I'm playing!? You think I'm fucking playing!?" He hit her again neglecting the fact that she was only a child. She recieved several punches to the face and was tossed around the room like she was a frisbee.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" On hearing this, she knew he would pull out his gun from his back pocket. Why would America give guns to lunatics?
Before he could pull out the gun, Kiki had ran out of the room. Not knowing where to go she found herself in the living room. "Where do you think you're going?"
He pulled the trigger and a bullet raced past her, missing by a centimetre or two. The buzz of the bullet remained in her right ear.

She ran again. And this time he opened fire. Shooting anywhere and everywhere until the bullets finished. He threw the gun to the other side of the room and ran after her. But she had escaped from his sight. Though she was still in the apartment.
Kiki stayed still under her bed. That was the last place she could hide. She cried quietly, praying for help to come. Footsteps were heard from inside her room and thinking she was too close the rolled away from the edge. She stopped immediately when she felt something. It was smooth and the edges were curved. A mirror? She felt it without touching it, it was cold, not your normal cold but freezing.

She wanted to touch it, curious.

"Where did you go?" She heard his voice again with footsteps to accompany it. If she rolled again maybe she could slip out of the bed and run for the door? Nevermind the mirror, she would have to go over it.

In attempt to roll over it, she began to fall or was it float? She couldn't tell. It was almost like she was deep underwater. Ice cold freezing water.

John looked under the bed having heard Something move. But she wasnt there.

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