Chapter 7:
"Oh for crying out loud...why won't she wake the hell up?" An angry voice interrupts my dark quietness. I'm not sure where I am, but the peacefulness of the blackness is starting to fade away. It is replaced by a dim light that is growing brighter every second and a sharp smell; alcohol maybe. The angry voice yells again. It's distinctly feminine. "You're supposed to be a nurse and currently, this work you are doing is not cutting it. I will get your sorry butt fired. Do you hear me? Wake her up!" The light is brighter and it's piercing my head and then suddenly, I am blinded by fluorescent lights and an awful pain in my head. My vision is fuzzy, but soon clears up. A strange man, I'm guessing the nurse, is kneeling beside me, a defibrillator next to him. Dancers surround him, but I cannot tell if I know them or not. Something in me tells me I should know them, but their names are vacant from my head. A pretty blonde girl is sitting next to me. Her blue eyes widen when she sees me stir. "Mass... Oh you're awake!"
Her voice registers to me as angry one yelling at the flustered nurse and its strangely familiar. I can almost hear her name. It's at the tip of my tongue, but I can't seem to remember. "Who are you...?" I stammer a reply as the paramedics gently sit me up.
The girl sits back on her heels. "Uh...Massie you know me." A puzzled expression appears on her face.
I use my hand to support the back of my neck, which throbs in pain. The floor is slick, a black inky color, with traces of powdery rosin dusted across the top. I am in a theater, my brain registers.
"Honestly," I say. " I feel like I know you. But I can't seem to remember your name."
The girl covers her mouth. "Oh my..." She trails off. Everyone around us trembles. I hear whispers fill the auditorium.
How can she not remember her best friend?
What happened?
Is she faking this?
The blonde girls eyes swirl in my head. I hear them all say my name. Massie. MASSIE. MASSIE. MASSIE. It turns into a chant. I suddenly feel weak again, and the quiet, peaceful darkness is coming again. I let my eyes close and go limp.
Beep...beep...beep...beep ...beep
The methodical sound of a foreign machine interrupts my current dream, of a large bowl of pasta.
"Shut up. You are getting on my nerves." A voice overpowers the beeps. It's the blonde girl; I can tell by her voice. Another voice answers back.
"Gee, Zoe. Way to be supportive." this voice belongs to another girl, but it is sweeter and sounds more delicate. I warily open one eye and allow myself to adjust to the brightness of an unfamiliar hospital room. The smell of rubbing alcohol is more pungent here than it was in the theater. And everything is a bright, shiny white color. It makes my head hurt.
the girls gasp when they see me awaken. Blondie, more commonly known as Zoe, is standing, her arms crossed, by a pale girl with fiery red hair. She has green eyes and porcelain skin, proving to be as delicate as her voice sounded to be.
"Mass... Are you okay?" The red headed girl asks, her tone full of concern.
Zoe squints and looks at me. "How many fingers am I holding up? Can you tell?" she holds her hand up and wiggles her fingers. The red head elbows Zoe.
"Idiot." she murmurs.
Zoe stamps her foot and sticks her tongue out at the other. Their banter makes me laugh, but no sound can come out of my mouth. A nurse walks in. "Girls. Leave the poor girl alone. You two are probably scaring her."
She smiles when she sees me grinning. "Ah...our ballerina patient is awake now, eh?"
i nod feebly. Zoe smiles as well, but then frowns. " do you still not remember me?" she says softly.
I gather my voice. "You're Zoe."
Zoe opens her mouth. " her memory...it's..."
"I heard the other girl say your name. That's how I know" I interrupt.
Red head bites her lip. "Massie, I'm Bea. You probably don't remember me, but I'm your friend. We eat Chinese food together and laugh over Project Runway fails. You were my first roommate when we came to NYCB together."
Zoe takes a deep breath. " And I'm Zoe, whom you live with and are best friends with. We go to Juilliard together, go on shopping binges when we're sad, and love gelato. I came home late last night with a hangover...is any of this ringing a bell?" Her voice is exasperated.
I swallow a deep breath of air. " I'm sorry, but I just don't remember who you are."
They both look defeated.
"But will someone please tell me what happened to me?" I ask, looking over at the nurse who's been silent.
She stuffs some papers into a tan folder. "It was explained to me that you passed out during rehearsal at the company. You fell and hit your head, which has given you temporary memory loss."
"When will my memory come back?" I ask, already knowing the dreaded answer.
The nurse smiles grimly. "in time it will come back. But as for now, it might be a while."
Hey guys...
im pretty sure I haven't updated for a year, which is REALLY REALLY bad and I'm super sorry. I will make it up to you guys by trying on updating as much as I can. So enjoy this chapter and the chapters to come.