The Face - Chapter 2, Act 1

I suddenly open my eyes and find myself looking at a white ceiling. There is a slight sting pain spreading from my elbow area. I take a big breath, and I look first to my left, then my right. When I see two white beds beside me, I figure out that I'm in a hospital room. And seemingly the source of the pain is a needle sticking up benignant part of my elbow, on the inner side. It seems they're drugging me with random serums. I do not pay it heed, and my eyes fidget around a little bit more until they meet my mother's. Sme smiles at me, but as she is occupied speaking to my doctor, she doesn't come to my side. I assume that's because I seem to be in a good shape, and she looks relieved seeing I'm finally awake. I take another breath, and wait for my mother to pop up near me, while I rest my head on the bed.
Not long after, she appears by my side. 'Honey, how are you feeling?' she asks, with a troubled voice. She seems to have been shocked that to see me in a condition that required me to be transported into a hospital. 'You... didn't wake up no matter what we did, and your breathing seemed problematic, so we immediately brought you here...' she explains to me the situation, again guessing I'm in need of clarification because of my puzzled eyes... I nod to her... 'I'm not sure of the cause, but... I think it was the nightmare, I'm sorry...' I say to her, attempting to relax... she shrugs it off by a slight chuckle, 'Dear...' she chuckles for a bit more, 'If you have power to be sorry, you're okay, you stupid.' and she shoves my shoulder a bit, to show me she was dead worried before, but isn't now. I smile back at her as a response. 'I'm okay.' my words flow out so naturally, that even I come to believe them for a while.
I don't see any windows in here, so this must be the emergency wing which is positioned in the inner side of the building. I take notes in my head, should I get lost, I'll remember which wing I'm in.
...
Then again, I'm not so sure they'll let me get up and wander around pointlessly. I'd appreciate it at the moment, seeing how I'm feeling absolutely good, save for the serum stuck in my cubital.
I sigh to myself, then turn back to my mother who is holding my hand and looking at my face, free of all the troubles she had until now. 'What time is it, and how long have we been here?' I ask to her, like it was a normal thing. 'It's three AM, dear. And it's been five hours since we came here. And they said they'd let you go after the serums were over, and it's the last one. So... we'll leave in fifteen minutes.' then she leans in closer, and kisses my forehead. I smile at her, then I turn back to the ceiling. I observe it closely... and somehow, the sight of The Face haunts me still. I can't get rid of it, even though it isn't in sight now.
I sigh to myself yet again. Fifteen minutes take too long to pass...
But eventually they do. And the doctor comes by my bed, hovers over my head, checks my eyes with the light, listens to my heartbeat and backs off. With the smug ease on his face he utters the words, 'He is good to go, Madam. You can prepare him to depart.' and leaves off to another bed. Promptly a nurse comes by, and removes the needle, and starts taking off the wrap over the bed as I'm getting up. By the time I get up she is done cleaning the bed for another patient, and they hurry down a girl who's having a hard time breathing over to my bed and place her down almost immediately. They start stripping her clothes, and it isn't a sight I dislike at all. She is almost my age, from my judgement, and to top it all off, she looks cute. Heh, I guess it's all my luck to get to see breasts in such a unsettling situation.
I frown as I smile, and with my head looking down, I start walking with my mother's unnecessary support with her shoulder under my arm. I appreciate it, but it isn't required. So I tell her, and she just holds my hand as we walk out of the hospital into the carpark. I see my father preparing the car, and I wave to him so he acknowledges us... but I'm not aware that he already was. In the spite of my awkward wave, he also waves back. My mother opens the back door and I slip in the car, promptly placing myself in a comfortable position behind the first row passenger seat. After my mother also gets in the car, we start the ride.
My father is a relaxed and hot-blooded person, so he drives to home carefully, but with enough speed. By ten minutes, we arrive home. It's a disappointment I didn't check which hospital I was in, but by the distance we've travelled, I have an idea which one it is exactly, since I'm aware of the existences of all the hospitals in our proximity. With that off my mind, I try to ease by looking into the night sky.
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The sight I do not like. The Face... it's looking at me, as unsettling as it used to be. The eyeholes are empty again... But the aura they emanate is... sinister, as if they want to consume me. They look like they belong to a murderer whose soul is lost forever and has now chosen my petty soul to haunt... for how long it'll take. Maybe until I die. And maybe that soul wants to be free of me. The stupid ideas that occupy my mind actually let me ease up a bit, and I feel more at comfort. I take a deep breath, and try to look angry at The Face.
...
It makes a move. It moves forward towards me, then takes its place again. I'm creeped out, and I realize...
That The Face is indeed alive.
I hardly step into the house. I take my shoes off, throw my jacket off at the hanger, take off my t-shirt, and go into my room to shut off the windows curtain very tightly. I make sure there is not even the least of an opening, then I throw myself off to my bed, wrap my sheet around me, and start sleeping...
Like it will solve anything.
A figure of myself figuring appears before my eyes, and disappears not long after, leaving me to the sweet embrace of sleep.
Or should I say, the suffocating hold of sleep?
For I'm not a least bit calm, and I do not think I'll get rid of the nightmares.
A purple cloud appears around me... The same story... this time...
With no one to help me.