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CHAPTER 2: Nightmare

Ugh. Ow, my head hurts.

My eyes snap open almost immediately. This time the white ceiling above me is dark. It takes me a while to realise that it is already night time. I wonder what time is it? Then it suddenly hit me, "I have to go to the bathroom." I take a few deep breaths, trying to get rid of the dizziness in my head before attempting to push myself up with my elbow.

Ow! I wince at the sharp pain in my bicep. Immediately, the image of the evil doctor with the syringe forms in my head and I feel my blood begin to boil. If I ever see that doctor again, I am so going to kill him if that's the last thing I do. And this time there's no way I am going to let any creepy looking syringe near me. Ever.

Leaning against my pillow, I take a look around. God, it's so dark. The only light available in the whole room is the weak moonlight shining through the open window a feet away from my bed. I reach for the table by my bed side, trying to make out the outlines of the objects around me. It takes me a while (and knocking down something in the process) to find the switch to the reading lamp beside me.

As I plop back onto my pillow, I let out a huge gasp. Right in front of me is a middle-aged woman sitting on a plastic chair, lying by my bedside, snoring softly with her back facing me. I stare at her long, thick wavy slightly graying black hair and frown. I don't know her. Who in the world is she?

Gosh, should I wake up? "But she's sleeping so soundly," a voice silently echoes in my head as I continue staring at her chest rising and falling rhythmically. At the same time, I feel like rushing to the bathroom. I have to see this for myself. Correction. I must see this for myself. Problem is she has both her hands on my left leg and every time I try tugging my leg, the bed starts creeking loudly. This is going to be difficult.

After reaching and retreating my hand, I take a deep breath and touch her lightly on her shoulder. The snoring didn't stop and she remains lying there not moving. I take another deep breath, this time patting her a little harder on the shoulder. Still no movement from her. She can't seriously be dead, can she? This time, I shake her by the shoulder lightly, adding a few "Miss?" for good measures.

To my relief ("Thank goodness, she's not dead!"), the snoring stops. She stirs for a while before sitting up, slowly turning her face towards me. For what feels like hours, the both of us just sit there and stare at each others. With my hands still clutching to my chest, I study her.

Gosh, her eyes are red and puffy as though she has been crying for years. She's probably around her late 40s, taking note of her visible wrinkles on her face. And did I mention how skinny she is? The flesh on her face literally sinks into her cheeks and her hands are so thin I could've sworn it's only all bones and no flesh. Honestly, from my point of view, she looks like a zombie.

Oh crap, she's crying (I'm pretty sure I didn't say the "zombie" thing out loud, did I?). I can see fat, droplets of tears following out of her watering eyes and her lips begin to tremble. Oh no. Oh no. She's really crying. Now, she has her palm clapped over her mouth, her whole body shaking so violently as though she might have a heart attack any minute. I am not sure if I know how to handle her.

"Uh-" I begin uncertainly, trying to think up of something to say before something horrible really happens. Argh. I hate it when people start getting all weepy.

Next thing I know, she leaps off her chair and starts embracing me in a tight hug, crying uncontrollably into my hospital gown. Trying my best not to squirm, I pat her awkwardly on the back. "Oh God. Stop! Stop crying already!" my mind is literally screaming. I am clearly losing it and it takes the little ounce of willpower left in my body to stop me from screaming out the actual words. "Please stop hugging me! Let go! LET GO OF ME!"

Finally, she releases me with her hands still tightly clutching both side of my shoulder and looking me in the eye, making me extremely uncomfortable. Then, she starts questioning me, at least I think she is, in Japanese. As usual, I can't understand a single word.

"Look, miss," I say, wincing at the voice that just escaped from my lips. Oh God. I sound so weird. I swallow and realise how dry my throat is. Clearing my throat, I try again, "Miss, I have no freaking idea what you're saying. The only two Japanese words I know are 'Arigato' and 'Konichiwa'. So, unless you know how to speak English- you know, English? E-N-G-L-I-S-H, the language I am talking to you right now- I suggest you save your energy now and go get an English-speaking translator and- and- uh-"

She's staring at me, wide-eyed in horror and somehow that manages to keep my mouth shut. I thought so, she doesn't understand a single word I am uttering. Why did I end up here in Japan? Besides, what is she doing here? I don't know her and just a few minutes ago she was hugging me like I am her daughter or something. And what the hell is wrong with my voice? I sound like a southern crack whore.

"Lee-san?" she asks, eyes still wide opened.

Man, this is going to be tough. "Um…" I say, looking her in the eye. "My name no Lee and I no talk Japanese. I talk English. You talk English?" Oh God, just listen to me. I sound like a moron. I'd die right now if Beast Boy is here listening to this, enjoying every minute of it. Someone just get rid of her and end this-

"Lee, a-are you okay?" the woman suddenly speaks, the horror look still plastered on her face. "It's me, your m-mother!" she tightens her grip on my shoulder.

Hallelujah! Relief washes over me. She speaks ENGLISH! But wait, mother? How can she be my mother? I mean, I still remember how I mother looks like. She can't possibly have grown older and thinner and speaks Japanese out of the blue. Can she?

"Uh, I am sorry but I think you must have mistaken me for someone else," I say slowly, clearly disturbed by the fact that she is claiming to be my mother.

"W-W-What?" she stammers, tears are welling up in her eyes again. Oh God, please don't cry again. "But I am your mother. Remember, Lee?"

"Okay, look," I grab her hands and remove them from my shoulder. "First, my name is not Lee. Second, you are not my mother. Third, I am definitely not your daughter. Your real daughter must be somewhere in-"

"Daughter? What do you mean daughter? You are Lee, my son! Don't you remember?" she says, panicking by the minute. Oh God (Okay, I know I have been saying this about a zillion times but oh God, I just can't help it), I am not sure whether I should cry because she can't seem to get my words into her head or laugh because honestly, I am a girl! How can I be her…son?

"Wait, son? Why do you call me that? I mean, I am a girl. I-" Shit. This can't be happening Please tell me this isn't happening. It's all coming back to me now. My hand, my beard, my voice… it all makes sense now. I-

"What do you mean you're a girl? You're a boy and you're my son because I am the one who gave birth to you!" she cries, shaking in shock now.

A boy? I can feel the colour draining from my face. "I can't be. That's impossible…"

Before I can go on, the woman quickly get up, knocking her chair down in the process and dashes towards the door screaming, "Dokuta! Dokuta!"

That's it. I swing my leg over, push myself out of bed, stopping to pull the wirings out of my body and walk towards the bathroom while she continues crying, "Lee? Lee? Where are you going? Lee!" I slam the bathroom door behind me with a loud bang, breathing heavily as she hits the door with her fist.

Bang! Bang! Bang! "Lee! Open up! Lee!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! There's no bloody way anyone is going to stop me.

Bang! Bang! Bang! And there's no bloody way I am going to be put to sleep again. I am sick of sleeping already.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Nothing is stopping me. NOTHING!

Bang! Bang! Ba- "Shut up and leave me alone!" I yell and instantly, the pounding stops.

Considering that it's still night time, the surrounding of the bathroom is pitch black. Pressing my hands against the wall, I search frantically for the switch to the light. Argh! Where is the bloody switch? Oh wait, I think I found it. I flick it on only to get a small red light shining brightly back at me beside the switch. Shit. That's the heater. Losing my patience, I flick the heater switch off and hit on the second switch beside it.

Thankfully, the fluorescent light in the bathroom lights up, blinding my eyes with urgent brightness. It takes me a while to recover. Rubbing my eyes, I stagger towards the mirror by the sink. Gripping both side of the sink with my hands, I jerk my head upwards and stare myself straight in the mirror.

"Holy shit," I say a little too loudly under my breath, fogging up the mirror. Then, I start saying ever single four-lettered words that pops into my mind because the sight before me is one of the worst nightmares in my life. No, scratch that. It is the worst nightmare in my entire life. With every curse that escapes from my lips, the mirror gets fog up even more until my face on the mirror is covered up completely. Which is a good thing cause I am not sure if I ever want to see what I just saw in the mirror.

Ever.

Sinking onto the dry bathroom floor, I bury my head into my hands. Oh God. OH GOD. This seriously can't be happening to me. I must be dreaming. This is just all a horrible dream. Not willing to believe it, my left hand slowly reaches over to my right and starts pinching the flesh on my hand really hard with my eyes close. It's just a horrible nightmare and I need to wake up. I need to-

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The loud pounding on the door and the jingling of the doorknob brings me back to my depressing reality. I give up on pinching myself and remain curled up in a ball, lying on the cold floor. The pounding continues, this time, accompanied by the voice of a male, probably trying hard to persuade me out of the bathroom in Japanese again. I ignore him.

Sadly, the male doesn't seem to be giving up, each pound louder than the last. And with each pound I feel my irritation grows. He continues persuading in Japanese. He's not bloody giving up, is he?

"GO AWAY and LEAVE ME ALONE!" I bellow, finally losing it. "I don't understand a bloody thing you're saying! I don't speak bloody Japanese! So stop trying to persuade me to get out of this bloody bathroom in bloody Japanese using your bloody Japanese accent because it's not going to bloody work!"

Silence except for my deep, heavy breathing from all the shouting and the mumbling going on behind the door.

"Lee…" the woman from just now says rather meekly.

"I'm not bloody Lee so stop bloody calling me that!" More silence. I guess I scared her or something. Good.

"Lee…" this time it's the male's turn. Oh God, when are they going to stop calling me that?

"I told you already, stop calling me blo-"

"Okay, okay," he quickly says before I can go on another rampage. "Whatever your name is, can you please come out here and tell me what your problem is?"

I remain silent, closing my eyes. I am pretty sure the moment I unlock the door, I will be tackled to the floor and put me in another pointless sleep in ten seconds flat. And when I do wake up, I am betting that they will chain me to my hospital bed. Ha, ha. Too bad, I am not going to fall for that trick.

"I'm Dr. Ken and I'm a professional doctor with lots of experience," I snort. Professional, my ass. "I can help if you just come out here and tell me your problem."

"Yeah, right."

"Lee- uh… Sweetie," the woman quickly corrects herself, "Please don't do this to yourself. Dr. Ken is here to help you."

"Yeah, by putting me to sleep."

Another long silence. "Okay, I won't put you to sleep," the doctor says with a sigh.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because I am telling the truth."

"You have to do better than that."

There's an impatient sigh. "I promise not to put you to sleep. I am a professional. I always keep my words."

"Cut the 'I am a professional' bullshit! You may not put me to sleep but I am pretty sure you have 20 nurses by your side ready to tackle and tie me to my bed the moment I unlock this bloody door!"

Once again, there's another silence. More mumbling, quiet footsteps (I thought so) and then silence again. "Alright, it's just me, my assistant and your mother here. Will you come out now?"

"Swear it," I say though gritted teeth, not giving in so easily.

"What? Seriously, I'm not-"

"Just SWEAR IT, God damnit!"

"Okay! Okay! I swear that the only person in this room is just me, my assistant and your mother and I swear no one is going to put you to sleep or tie you to your bed! I swear it on God's name!" he adds for good measure.

I straighten my legs and remove my hands from my face, still lying on the floor. Okay, calm down. He already swore under God's name. Surely, no idiot will break their promise after saying that. Unless he doesn't believe in God…

"Please, sweetheart. Dr. Ken here is telling the truth," the woman pleads.

Argh. Get a grip of yourself. I need to get to the bottom of this even though I feel like lying here for the rest of my life and just die. Taking a final deep breath, I push myself off the floor, drag my feet towards the door and unlock it with a click.

Summary for Chap 3: Raven is about to find out the truth to her weird body mystery- or does she? One thing for sure, she's definitely not likeing what she's going to hear

Author's Note: So what do you think? Brilliant? Sucks? Hilarious? Boring? I really hope it lives up to your expectation for those for are not sure whether you want to add this to your "Favourite Story" or "Story Alert". However I can assure you, the next few chapters are going to be one hell of a hilarious ride (hopefully you think so too).But still, tell me what you think, honest (but go easy on me if it's bad).

Thank you for reading and reviewing. Love you guys. Peace out. xoxo