Nikita’s POV

I knew I was in a hospital before I opened my eyes. The ominous beeping, the feel of stinging needles and the smell of hospital gave it away. What I didn’t remember was what I was doing here. After what seemed like forever, I opened my eyes. I felt like a head without a body, a very heavy big head that weighed a thousand kilograms. Did the world always move in concentric circles?

I attempted to sit up but gravity seemed concentrated around me right now and pain rushed into my head, along with the blood. I lay back down as the hospital room swam around me.

How did I get here?

A doctor and a nurse came around to check up on me. I tried to answer their questions as truthfully as I could but it wasn’t much, because I couldn’t remember anything except my name, my sisters’ name and my parents’ name.

“Do you remember your name?” the kindly doctor asked, his head was bald and reflected colorful light. It seemed all the colors of the rainbow were dancing about his temple.

“Yes,” I said mesmerized by the light reflecting off his head, the light seemed to come from everywhere.

“So, what is it?” he asked again, exasperated. I didn’t want to make him angry so I spoke, this time looking into his eyes.

“My name is Rose”

He said something about getting back to me and left with the nurses. Once again, I was alone. I realized the hospital gown opened at my back exposing my backside. I was very naked under the gown. I wondered where my father was.

“Hey”

I raised the cloth covering me to my chin, covering myself from this strange visitor. He closed the door; I was so lost in thought I hadn’t even noticed that he had opened the door.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”, I asked terrified. He was young, about my age, very tall, and very dark. I tease people with complexion like his and here one is now, in my space. His face was very smooth, unnaturally smooth and it gleamed whenever light caught on it. He wore a well-worn hoodie and a white t shit with jeans. The angle I was lying at didn’t permit me to see his shoes. He raised his hands when I started as he approached me.

“I’m a friend”

“If you’re a friend how come I don’t remember you?”

“You hit your head”

I was about to protest his claim of my injury when a sharp pain radiated from my forehead to my left temple. I held my head, the cloth and my dignity all forgotten, and squeezed, hoping that crushing my skull would let the pain go away. I felt a warm hand grip my arm.

“It’s ok, just let it go”, a voice the sound of honey danced about in my ear.

Then I saw trees, buildings a dirt road, all zipping towards me, then past me.

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My head, God my head.

“Open your eyes Nikita”

I strained to open my eyes. Why should I even listen to this person, who is he? Why is he giving me instructions? Did he just call me Nikita? When I opened my eyes, his face was so close to my face I could see his pores. He had big eyes, big brown eyes. And his hair was cornrowed back, showing his prominent cheekbones. He was beautiful, but instead of saying that, I said,

“I’m not Nikita”

“Of course, you are.” He said, sitting on the bed.

“Sure, just make yourself comfortable”. He laughed; he had a nice laugh. What is wrong with me? “Who are you?”

“I just came to say hi” he said innocently. I repeated my question. “I’ll only tell you who I am, if you tell me who you are what you’re doing here”.

My head protested again. I let out a yelp and cradled my head.

“Let the pain run through you Nikita”

“Stop calling me that!” and then I screamed, it got louder as my headache increased in intensity.

“But that is who, you are!”

The vision flashed before my eyes again, trees were out to get me, I yelped as it approached, expecting pain but it just passed me by.

“Remember, Nikita”

I screamed, there was a tree, I was riding too fast.

“Nikita!”

I am going to die.

I am going to die.

I opened my eyes and screamed into the strange boy’s face. I began to freak out when I found out the hospital room was flooding with water from an unknown source. It just poured from every orifice, the cracks in the door, the window, even the ceiling seemed to be spewing water. The boy didn’t seem to mind, he only had eyes for me.

“Water, there’s water” I mumbled as my head begun to torment me. My head had a heart of its own and it beat, it beat against me and my vision danced to the rhythm of the beat.

After a while the water sloshed about the bed, soaking everything it touched. Everything was wet, including me, my hospital gown clinging to my skin for dear life. I tried to stand up on the bed but the boy held me down and with a swift leap, he was sitting astride me. I tried to break free but he didn’t let go. I screamed some more for my dear life and when he grabbed my neck to keep me down, I pled with him.

“Please let me go,” I sobbed as water sloshed dangerously about my head “We are friends, just let me go”.

Friends don’t kill friends, right?

“Who are you! If you want to survive this, tell me who you are!” he then begun to tighten his grip about my neck, blocking my windpipe from receiving air. I clawed at his hands “What is your name!” he seemed almost in a trance state, his entire body shaking on top of me. He was very strong, it seemed impossible to push him off me. When the water covered my face, I knew I was going to die.

If I wanted to get out of here, I have to remember who I am. I am Rose, I am the envy of the girls in the church and I am the pride of my parents. I am the smashing beautiful pastor’s daughter who is beaten everyday by her father and is controlled by her mother. I am already engaged to a man whose smile turns my guts into broken shards of glass that cuts me from the inside. I am Rose and I have no life, I am just an image of my parents, I am Rose and I am nothing.

“No!” the boy on top of me was getting frantic to the point of mania, he shook so much the water about him was simmering and when he spoke, the words formed bubbles which fell on my face and burned my eyes but I was too afraid to blink, because if I did, I would die. “Remember the wind! What did you tell the wind?”

The room was getting darker and I almost couldn’t see the boy. I remembered the trees, how fast they zoomed about me, the ground moved so fast under me that it seemed I was riding on an infinite escalator, but that was all this was, it was an illusion. The ground wasn’t moving, and the trees weren’t moving, I was. I was facing the wind and the wind was facing me. I remembered my plea ‘Make me like Rose!’. I grew cold inside, where I shouldn’t feel cold.

“Who are you?” I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t move I could barely see the boy, but from his frantic movements he was running out of air, and the bubbles he produced were getting smaller and smaller “Please!”.

I closed my eyes because it was over, I was almost sorry for myself and the boy. I felt his hands slowly leave my neck.

I faced the wind and the wind faced me.

“Who are you?” Mike’s voice asked. I closed my eyes.

I am Nikita.