maybe ballet shoes if I had seen right . Inside those rosy shoes were long , white socks , the kind that had cute lace right at the top . I couldn ’ t see that high up , but I knew that it was there . That same creepy giggle from before echoed around me again , and in the back of my mind , I knew this was the end .
I felt a flash of very sharp pain race up my spine . The pair of feet had disappeared , but I had a good idea of what they were doing . There was another slash at my body , and I howled out in agony . Four more soon followed after that , marking up my calves with three deep lacerations on each one . The blows moved up my body , and I felt the same upon my back , stabbing deep into the muscle . Screaming out in absolute torment , I felt my body shaking as tears threatened to fall . This was it . The slashes turned almost intricate now , as though the owner of those little feet wanted to paint a picture . A final deep stab came down on my back , shattering my thoughts , and I heard a loud crack . Everything went black in a split second , the scenery of the beautiful flowers soon fading .
Upon the return of my sight , I found myself in a dazzling white room . I lay in a white bed , with white sheets pulled up to my chin . From somewhere came a steady , slow beep . Letting my eyes adjust , I looked around . On a whiteboard , pictures of someone ’ s back were hung up . Squinting , I could see what it looked like . The deep wounds spelled out a name ; Lilith , it read . The dot of the
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“ i ” was right upon the spine . Shuddering , I remembered what had happened . Was it a dream ? No . . . it couldn ’ t have been . There was evidence otherwise .
My head fell back down to rest against plush pillows , finding comfort in the waking world . Whatever had gone on before was over now . My body still ached , just as it had before . I wasn ’ t too sure what ‘ before ’ even was ; if it was real or just some sort of feverinduced dream , I could not tell . Maybe when someone comes , a nurse or a doctor , I could ask where I was . Maybe I hit my head very hard against something .
The silence of the room didn ’ t last long , as the door opened softly with a creak . A nurse walked in , uttering a very cheery “ Good morning !” followed by an eerily familiar giggle .
Something inside of me sank , and dread filled my every limb . A weight pushed down against my chest with every step the young nurse took . Ignoring it , I managed a hoarse “ Good morning ” back . Looking at the table next to me , I saw a small glass of crystal clear water and a bouquet of baby blue hydrangeas .