Psycho Case

DAY 1

DAY 1

"Caty?! Wake up... Someone... Call an ambulance" screams a high pitched, panicked and dramatic voice. What is she talking about... who is Caty? Am I dreaming? The voices come from far, my head feels fuzzy and my whole body feels heavy.

When I open my eyes, I am confused and feeling off. I'm looking straight into scared, big, hazel colored eyes. The first things coming up in my mind are questions like: Who is this? Why is her voice so loud and shrill? Why call an ambulance? Where am I, and what the heck happened to me causing me to lay on the floor? It is cold, and uncomfortable.

"Who are you? What happened? Where am I?" I ask firing questions at a rapid tempo while I'm trying to sit up.

"Caty" She whispers as if she is afraid that saying my name will trigger me, It is only then that I realise that I don't remember my own name. "Maybe you should lay down a little, you just fainted, I guess you injured yourself really badly..." The brown, wild haired woman puts action behind her words as she lays her ice cold hand on my chest to push me down with care but with enough force to make me unable to resist.

Ok, so, hearing the words of this woman, I can conclude that Caty is the name I go by. I wonder if it's the short for something. At least I know why I'm on the floor now. I at least got an answer on two of my questions, but it all still doesn't explain why I fainted. I sit up anyway, annoyed I push her restricting hand away. I look at the freckles on her face, realising how they make her hazel eyes look more intense. Then, I ask the woman "And you are?" hearing that question she turns pale, she seems frightened. Did I say something wrong? "Sorry I do not want to be mean or rude but... I am kinda trying to stay, euhm, informed!"

She sighs and says "I am your best-friend, my name is B- Barbara. Don't you remember me?" I close my eyes and try to remember her raking through my brain for any sign of recognition. The name doesn't even ring the smallest bell.

" Nope, sorry.." So I should trust her on her word alone? How can I be sure she is telling me the truth? I throw a glare at her clothing, she wears ripped black jeans, an overcolored T-shirt that just hurts my eyes when I look at it, I need to shortly close my eyes, avoiding being blinded. Her clothing style makes me think that she probably is the impulsive, over-emotional and weirdly annoying type of person. I can't imagine being friends with her yet, but all I can do for now is trust her on her words.

"What do you remember exactly?" she asks, I press my eyelids together and try to remember something, a blurry image seems to form before it slips through my fingers suddenly a severe aching pain runs through my whole head "Ouch! No... sorry, I can't remember anything..." I try to stand up but a wave of dizziness and nausea keeps me on the floor. Barbara frets "Don't worry, an ambulance is coming, they will take care of you, I'm sure you will remember something very soon". I nod my head, I am calm, even though I know that what's happening is not normal. How come I can't remember anything? Barbara keeps asking me if I'm alright, until finally the ambulance arrives. The ambulance providers Check if I don't have any wounds on my head. They ask Barbara and the mass of people I only now notice, to leave. Then they help me into the ambulance and tell me to lay down on the stretcher. I get nervous from all the questions they ask me. Once the ambulance is riding, they test my heart rate, my blood pressure and a lot of other stuff. They give me a mask, I put it on, there is some weird tasting gas entering the mask. I feel my body beginning to tingle and my brain starting to shut down, then I feel myself falling asleep. After some time I wake up lying on the stretcher in a hall, there are many other people, mostly old and obese people. A lot of them are coughing, puking or talking alone. I wonder why they put all these people in a hall, haven't they got enough rooms free? I sit down on the stretcher to look around me. The first thing I notice is that really unsightly timepiece, maybe if it would have been in another area, an antique living room perhaps, it wouldn't have looked this ugly. I look at the time, seven o clock, for how long have I been unconscious? When I woke up earlier, laying on the sidewalk, it seemed to be early in the afternoon...