Never Seen Anything Quite Like You Too (A The Script Fan-fiction)

7) Shock

"HELP!" I screamed.

The duvet was thrown off of me and it lay crumpled and dead on the floor. My pillows, like my facial features, lay askew. My heart was beating as loud as a beat on a snare drum. I sat up bolt right and my eyes darted around the room. I could still see the white walls closing in on me. I shakily got out of bed and stood there for a minute whilst trying to control my harsh erratic breathing.

Once I've regained some sense of sanity I walked slowly over to the curtains and pulled them open.

Sunlight that was waiting outside raced in and filled the entire room. I shielded my eyes and looked out of the window. A low mist covered the environment and shields my view of the world. I looked at the window panel and I saw raindrops racing each other down the window. A popular child pastime. Trying to figure out which of the raindrops will win the race and win the much coverted prize of plummeting to the ground to its death.

"What the heck was that dream about?" I asked myself.

I was alone in my room. Then I was by the sea. I was standing on a ledge. A thin one at that. I fell off that ledge and landed back with quite a bump into reality.

I reached into the far depths of my mind to find any memories of a beach. Any memories of falling off a ledge. Any memories of being secluded in my own bedroom. I can't remember ever being told to go to my room and stay there. It was always the naughty corner. Corner! That corner hated me and believe me the feeling was mutual. I would spend an eternity in that corner. At least twice a day I would be sent there. It wasn't because I was naughty or anything. Or maybe it was because I was naughty. I honestly cannot remember.

I cannot remember ever falling off a tiny thin ledge. I was never stupid enough to go climbing things that were too high to climb and too thin to balance properly on.

The sea, however, I do remember. We were on the beach. My father, mother and me. Mum made sand castles with me and father sat around doing a sudoku. Then I had another one of my episodes. I could never help it they just came and went. Father took hold of me and ran me into the sea. He dunked me into the water when I didn't expect it. To anyone watching it would seem like a father playing with his daughter. It was never like that. He dunked me time after time. I could taste the salt as it went down my throat and up my nose. Only when I was struggling for air did father stop.

"That is what you get Siena," He had said to me.

Why is it now that I am being haunted by my memories? Why are the layers of myself slowly unravelling like an Egyptian mummy?

So many Whys. So few answers.