My Daydream...

Chapter One

Hospital

         

The lights.

Large, aggressive, bright florescent lights. They had a slight bluish tone to them, but maybe this was a result of staring at them for so long. After I thought for a moment, I bolted upright. Where am I? I did not know this place, and I was fairly sure that I had never even been in the country before. I could tell by one simple deduction - the signs were all in japanese. I had never been to Japan before...right? At least, I don't think I have...Where have I been before? Where do I live? Why am I here? WHO AM I?

         Of course. I lay myself back down onto the bed, hands covering my face. I frowned in fustration as I racked my brain for answeres. I noticed pretty quickly that I had a bandage on my wrist - what did I do? Yet another question that I couldn't answer. I decided to sum up what I do know so far; I'm in a Japanese hospital - my hand is injured - I don't know anything else... I slowly sat up again. I'm in a hospital,right? Hospitals have doctors, and they might have answers. I opened my mouth to call to a nurse...nothing. No sound at all. I cleared my throat (again, no sound accompaniment), and tried again. And Again. And again, and again, and again up to the point that I was on the verge of tears - that's another thing to add to the list - I'm a mute. The tears came easily and silently. I sobbed in hysterics for about 45 minutes until a nurse finally arrived. Clad in white, she came over to my side.

          "Hello," she said in a sad attempt at english. Why english? Ah - I must look like an american or somthing..."Kon-Konichi Wa?" she stuttered, confused. I must have looked confused by the English greeting...and it's afternoon already? Wait - was I bi-lingual, or something...? Why did I understand that? I shook my head and covered my mouth - I can't talk. She looked confused further - This woman...I would get nowhere with her... I sighed and fell back onto the bed. the nurse left the room with a worried look on her face. Did I come off as crazy? Hmm... probably. After about 20 minutes she came back with a small group of nurses with her. I sat up, eyes widened at the sight of so much... white! One after another, they all crouched down at the side of may bed. They all asked the same question; Hello, Who are you? They all asked this question, but in many, many different languages - French, Spanish, German, Russian, Chinese, Korean, Italian, Indian, Arabic, and many, many others. I understood them ALL. I was certain that no other person - no, no one in the surface of this planet could speak more than 10 languages, let alone the roughly 27 the nurses offered to me. No...not roughly...exactly 27. How did I keep track of that? If I tried I could tell you the exact order they were in and which nurse had spoken it to me - their names, height - in the metric system and otherwise, their weight, and age - down to the day! Why? I hadn't asked them any of this (not that I could), yet I already knew. I needed answers!!! I motioned them to stop by slashing my arms furiously in an X. They all left the room hurriedly, all but the original.

          "Would you like to stand up...?" she asked me in English. English, of course - It is one of the most widely-spoken languages in the world. I nodded my head. I slowly turned my legs to of the bed and onto the cold floor. She placed one hand hovering behind my back, the other holding on loosely to my wrist. I stood up, completely unshaken. My posture was perfect, bringing me up to my full 5 feet and... 7.57149 inches. Let's just say 5 feet and 8 inches to save time. The surprised nurse stared at me, her hands now pulled away from my body. I too was shocked, but not too much - with all that I have discovered about my abilities, why shouldn't I have a perfect posture?

         I walked gracefully to the bathroom, seeking out a mirror. I stared shocked at the stranger in the refection - she had long, wavy brown hair, with yellowish emerald eyes, accompanied by a set of freckles along her nose. This was me? I didn't recognize her. Yes, I had amnesia... but shouldn't I be able to identify my own face? I turned my head from side to side, examining this foreign face. I checked out the hair - not exactly brown, but more of a brownish red.. reddish brown? Neither was dominant. There were a few hints of blond in the mix. I pulled at the tresses flowing from my scalp. To my surprise, there was no discoloration at the roots. I gave up, heading back to the nurse, who was sitting on the cot, texting away on her cell phone. Her head shot up at the sound of my feet. She stood and smoothed her skirt.

          "Everything is alright?" She used the statement as a question. I nodded. She looked pleased with herself - she discovered that I knew English. I rolled my eyes and sat down once more. She stared at me expectantly.

          I hung my head and slammed down onto my side. I was about to cry - no, what good would crying do? I should just kill myself. I felt a shock run through my body. My heart felt like it was on fire. I arched my back from the pain. My mouth was open as I attempted to scream. The nurse beside me did nothing. In fact, she was completly still. Tears streamed down my face as the pain started to subside. I noticed the clock...the second hand wasn't moving. I stood up and dried my tears on my hospital gown. I slowly walked to the door. As I peered outside, nothing else was moving, either. The doctors, nurses and patients were all stopped dead - frozen.

         I rounded the corner back into my room. I slid down the wall in the corner of the room, putting my face in my knees. This is a dream... I thought, This has to be a dream! A dream, a dream, a dream! I started to mouth the words. Over and over, I had to convince myself. I had to escape this!

         "...a...dre...m....a....dream...a dream, a dream, a dream!" I screamed the last words. I picked my head up in shock of myself. I spoke. I spoke! But, no one can hear me... I stood up and ran to my nurse. I shook her. "Listen to me! Wake up, wake up!" I gave up on her and ran back into the hall. "Hey!" I shouted at a doctor, "Hey, come on!" I screamed at several other people. I soon realized that I was crying. I went up to one last person... a nurse, her back turned towards me, with platinum blonde hair with fiery red ends. I rose my hand to grab her shoulder and turn her to face me. Before I could touch her, her own hand snapped up and seized my own. Her head snapped around, revealing red cat-like eyes, a bloody, deep red, not unlike the tips of her long hair. She smiled slowly showing a set of devilishly white teeth. The woman turned fully to me, releasing my hand, causing me to fall backwards. Her short nurse gown was gone, and was now a long, tattered dress, the same white as the gown before it. She looked at me, one eyebrow raised in judgement.

         "Well, I was expecting someone a little bit prettier, but you'll have to do." The woman had a beautifully disturbing voice. It rang like a bell, but promised death. I started to crawl backwards, inching away from the demon.

          "Wh-who are you, and wh-why c-can you move?" I stuttered, still retreating. She did not seem offended by my retreat, acting as though it was perfectly normal. She came towards me at a faster pace than I could crawl.

         "Well my dear, isn't it painfully obvious? I'm the same as you." No way. No way I could be like her... it? She's a monster right? Only monsters can have those eyes... "You see my little dear, it may come as a shock but we are two of the same. As for my name..." She swiftly moved her head to eye-level with mine, eyes still glowing. "I'm afraid that I cannot tell you that, for I have too many. But, most like to call me...Shini." She smirked. I recognized this as the Japanese word for 'death', commonly used in the word 'shinigami', or 'death god'. So she thought herself to be a god? Megalomaniac... she rose.

         "Get up. You look like an idiot down there." After looking up at her for a few moments I slowly and timidly rose, shaking as her hand grasped my wrist to pull me up. What's wrong? Why was I so afraid and... I'm a total crybaby! Was I like this before?

         "Now, what I want you to do is simple. Follow my instruction and you won't be killed." I didn't nod, I didn't blink, I didn't even try to breathe...