Her deep hazel brown eyes open slowly…As if in revulsion against reflex she quickly shuts them again.Stillness.Then a sudden tight clench of the sheets that covered her partly frail body. She grabs at them and flinches as if in great pain. Her head begins bobbing as if moving to the tune of an upbeat song. The bobbing soon becomes violent…settles and she lies back down in an almost seductive fashion. Her eyes are wide open now. Unblinking. She releases a deep breath that can only be interpreted as exhaustion. Her golden brown curls shiver with every movement she makes. It is almost as if they are begging to be released from a crown that carries such horrendous thoughts and movements. Finally she is wide awake. In contrast to her bizarre awakening segment, she paints the widest and brightest smile.
A little girl watches her. She plasters the smile for longer and avoids scaring the little girl off.The girl must be around seven years old.She is wearing a black and white polka-dotted dress that flares wider from her body as it reaches around her knees.For some reason,her dress reminds her of a chess board.In that instance,the little girl seems to split in half and all of a sudden she actually is on a chessboard.Standing right in the middle of it.She considers calling out to the girl but remembers that she never got her name.With curses spluttered and whispered under her breath she beckons movement but finds her feet glued to the board.
Her thoughts begin to diverge for a quick comfort.It’s happening again.Just like the past few weeks.Or is it months?It really did not matter much at this point.She quickly buries her face in her hands and squarts on to the ground,whispering softly “Disappear,disappear…dis…”,over and over again.She begins to feel slightly dizzy.With the most careful consciousness she slowly slides her hands down her face and onto to mouth.She seems to say a little prayer before opening her eyes again.Now she is back in the white room.
She scans the room quickly but with apparent precision,trying to search out anything that could be familiar.She had been feeling quite new to the world recently.Everything she set her eyes on and heard brought no revelation in her mind of anything else like it.She had only read about it,but now she was convinced that she was going through jamais vu.It might be something that could easily be treated,she reasoned.
She begins to feel long fingers brush lightly on the back of her upper arm.The fingers are definitely cold.They did not hold on to her.It was a mere brush that left her with a sickening feeling that ran to the pits of her stomach. As she is about to turn her head inorder to face her monster,a loud cackle breaks out from under her bed.Her legs quickly fly on top of the bed.The thudding sound of her heartbeat and uncontrolled loud breathing seems to yell out her existence.
Loosing all form of control she lets out a piercing screech which echoes down a dark tunnel which has somehow formed in the corner of the room.She sees the silhouette that could easily be identified as belonging to the little girl with the chess-board dress. The girl is furiously motioning her to come with her. Perhaps an escape? How can a little girl be in such a nightmare? What could all this mean? Every nerve within her body tells her to stand her ground. The rest of the tunnel that is behind the little girl is now set ablaze. The urge to rescue the girl becomes a choking lump threatening to shoot out her uvula. She rashly sets herself loose and dashes for the fire glistening tunnel.
With the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end she quickly makes to grab the arm of the child and finds herself with a fistful of air. With weakening fear splattering all over her face, she collapses into her signature squat and whispers her ”chant” once more. It seems the only routine that is still constant. Within a few seconds she feels the noises and voices die down. A fresh wisp of air fondles her gently and the taste in her mouth turns bitter. An unpleasant thud continuously resonates inside her skull causing her to clasp her head ferociously. It almost seems as if her whole being is a heartbeat threatening to explode. The nurse awakens her for her meds. Finally! Relief!
At this point she almost feels a strong feeling of defiance towards the nurse. These meds can only do so much good. She was quickly deteriorating and the end was soon near. Thoughts of creating her own catastrophic end flood her thoughts then she mantains a piercing stare into the eyes of the nurse till the capsules have smoothly sled their way down her throat. A few minutes pass and with every second they menace to take her with them. The blurs thicken further and further and then… DARKNESS.