The first thing I do when I open my eyes is vomit. My chest heaves as I try to regain breath in lungs. I cough once when I stop, which is all it takes to begin an excruciating fit of cringe worthy hacking. When I finally stop coughing and the pounding in my ears slow, my ears are assaulted by a loud banging.
"Nikki? Nikki! Mom wants to get back on the road!" Who's calling my name? I braced my hands on the tiled floor, pushing my body up and away from the rusted dingy toilet my head had just been in. Toilet? Where am I? My feet wobbled as I stood, any energy I had left swiftly leaving my body. I staggered out of stall, body lurching forward as I fell. At the last second, my hands managed to gain a death lock on the stone sink just before my face connected to the side. When I finally managed to climb my way up to a semi standing position, my eyes met my reflection in the grime coated mirror. Cringing as I pulled my damp hair plastered to my forehead away from my face, wiping my forearm across my face with the intention of wiping the sweat from my face.
However, when I pulled my arm away, it was stained in red. My eyes shot back up to the mirror, zeroing in on a wide starting on the top of my hairline trailing down to the end of my right eye. My vision blurred, unable to focus back on my reflection.
"Nikki!" The pounding started again, the bathroom door creaking under the weight. "I'm coming in! Don't kill me!" The door swung open, a sandy haired boy with weird clothing standing in the doorway. "Oh god. Nikki! Mom! Mom! Come quick! Nikki's hurt!" The strange boy rushed at me, arms flailing wildly, like somehow that would help my situation. My vision blurred again as I fell to the ground. "Nikki!"
"Who the hell are you?" The boy's eyes widened at my question, tears falling down his face. Before he had the chance to respond, two more people rushed into bathroom, calling my name as I drifted off into the darkness.