piece a shit two

All the feelings to my dismay were causing a hurricane in my mind as I opened my eyes for a second time. But this time things were definitely not the same. These sounds made me feel uneasy. Muffled screams, cries even. As my vision hesitantly awoke the calm dim colours I laid eyes on before had turned to black. And seas of red and orange.  Squinting my eyes, a wall of pure heat fiercely smothered my face. My heart racing my hands shaking I looked down at my bed. Covered in ash and tiny sprinkles of wood. My head slowly looking up from my bed to the window where the blinds half hanged. Peering through and squinting more. “No…” slipped off my tongue. The hospital was definitely on fire. The reception blazing away as bodies lay across it and desperate cries called from no where. Chills went shivering down my mind as I heard a voice come from outside the window. “Ofelia.”

Time stopped. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the name. Slowly turning my head. To see the tall dark figure outside. Pain rushed through my vanes like poison as my eyes widened and pupils shrunk. Everything had stopped. The flames were frozen in time. Not flickering a single bit. The ashes sat dead in the air. The feeling was indescribable. The figure slowly raised an arm and held out a graceful hand. “Ofelia.”  Like a dead body I lay frozen in my bed as my lips slowly separated. A rush of air into the room forced me to close my eyes and raise an arm to cover my face as ash flowed through the wind into my face whilst time resumed itself. Immediately I looked left and right when the wind died to search for the figure…Gone. “Wait!” I cried like a child. Harshly throwing my covers off the bed I raced for the door.

The upper half of the reception filled with smoke. Sitting there like a toxic storm cloud. One of the ceiling panels fell down onto my back crashing into me and forcing me onto all fours. I burnt my hands on ash on the floor as I fell and also when I pushed off the burning ceiling panel. “Ofelia.” The gentle humble voice called. I shot up immediately to stand and see. The tall mans figure was standing at the other side of the reception. I hobbled towards and climbed over the desk. He’d moved again. “Oflelia.” This time he stood at the end of a corridor. Flames had forced the windows to break from the rooms either side of the corridor. I slowly walked towards him down the dark corridor lit with the golden red glow from the terrifying flames. Moans and cries surrounded me as I walked past the rooms. But no one was to be seen. Not a soul. Not even any bodies. Just small splats of blood on the floor and walls. Broken machines and shattered pieces of glass were everywhere and all the beds in the room unmade. As I neared the figure he walked backwards up a set of stairs still holding his hand out to me. My arm unwillingly slowly rose up to his as my legs no longer were under my control either. I tried to resist as my hand shockingly turned over also and my fingers uncurled to him. We reached the roof and he stood at the end standing daringly on the edge. He raised his long arm again. “Ofelia.” My legs still carrying me distressingly towards him when I bright light like a thousand suns rose up behind him. I lifted my other arm to my face to cover my blinded eyes. When I opened them up again though. I was back in the dim coloured hospital room.