Ooh look at me I'm on a role today! So um this yeah this is different to what I normally write (it's not Janny based for one) but I hope you like it anyway! Also, I'd like to say thank you to MirrorSparkles1234 for inspiring me to write this fic and hope you feel better soon! xx :)
I'm in theatre...it's not quite normal though, something's not quite right. It's darker than normal and I request 'more light please'. A faceless figure in the corner is scrubbed up and dressed in blue, 'weird' I think to myself. It lifts it's featureless head and drags an overhead lamp near to me. The fiery, blinding light suddenly illuminates my surroundings. I look down and the first thing I notice is that my scrubs are almost submerged in thick red blood. It seems to be climbing up my legs from a deep puddle on the floor. As I look up I see there are three other faceless figures in the corners of the room. I look down at my hands where I find myself in possession of a scalpel. I continue to scan down to the operating table in front of me where I find the open chest cavity of who I assume to be my patient. There is more thick, congealing blood covering their body and dripping on to the floor around me. I look up again and see that my 'assistants' have moved simultaneously closer to me. I flick my eyes around the room and realise there is no door. No way out. Then I hear a familiar but weakened voice
"Zoshie?" It calls me by my mother's pet name. "Zoshie why are you doing this to me? Look what you've done to your Mama." Mama? I spin my head back round and see the shape of a head underneath a blue plastic sheet. It moves up and down slightly as my patient breathes. I take a step closer to the end of the operating table. My assistants take another silent step with me. "Why are you scared Zoshie? You started this, you need to finish what you've begun." They take another step. I reach out my hand and stop momentarily as I feel the cool plastic sheet against my finger tips. Another step. I lift it up slowly and to my horror I reveal my Mama's face, pale and drained of all life, her cheeks are stained with tears and she looks so angry. I look up and the faceless figures are upon me, stretching their arms out, entrapping me in their prison. I look back down at Mama and she says just five words,
"It's all your fault Zosia." The arms grab me and everything goes black...
I wake up and I'm sweating, my throat is dry and I've been screaming. The door bursts open and a flustered and sleep deprived looking Dom flys in, his eyes are wide and filled with fear as he flicks the light on.
"Zosia what the hell?" He walks in and shuts the door behind him, sitting on the end of my bed as I slide myself up in bed and place my hand against my racing heart.
"I..I just had a weird dream" my voice croaks and wobbles as attempt to shake off his concern and he hands me the bottle of water from my bedside table. Nodding a thank you at him, I take a long drink from the cool bottle. He blinks, I'm guessing as his eyes come into focus, then he just stares at me until I finish drinking. "What?" I query a little sharply and my voice is still weak and a bit shaky. I run my hands over my face, in an attempt to stall so I can find a way of getting out of this without explaining myself, but it's only then that I realise I've been crying from the tears on my cheeks. I feel the bed move underneath me as Dom crawls up and sits next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulders. Without thinking about it I lean into him, I'm exhausted and all I can see is my Mama's pale face in the back of my mind. Before I can stop my emotions taking hold of me, I feel my body shake and jolt as I sob into his arms and he holds onto me tightly. I try to focus all my thoughts on to his voice; calming and settling me. All I want to do is forget everything I've just heard from my own Mama, he keeps telling me it's not real but I'm doubting myself and the stream of tears flowing down my face is never ending. I don't remember much after that, I assume I cried myself to sleep because I wake up wrapped with a blanket over my shoulders and my nose feels blocked.
An hour later I walk into our shared kitchen, I'm dressed and ready to go for work, making a coffee as I'm sure I'll need it after the restless night. I'm dreading seeing Dom after the way I embarrassed myself but I'm also wondering whether Arthur heard the commotion. I'm sat at the kitchen table for a while, cupping the warm drink in my hands as I try to think about the day ahead and not of last night, then Dom walks in. He smiles at me and as normal he's bright and cheery as he chants
"Morning Zoshie" I glare at him for calling me that "You ready to go?" I remember that Arthur's not in work today and wonder whether I'm in for an awkward journey to work.