Ghost In Red

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A groan escaped my mouth as I just woke up, and I fluttered my eyes open. The first thing I saw is white—a very bright light. I squinted my eyes and tried to roam my gaze around me and found another white view. The walls are white.    

Oh, let me guess... I'm in a hospital room. Hospital, the place I hate the most to be at, next in being at the academy.    

Why am I here in the first place? Wait, what has happened to me?    

Damn! I was driving... And... No. I got into an accident. I did. That was scary as shit, and I never thought that I survived that tragedy. Well, at least I am still alive. But hell, I think I missed my classes. And, oh, how could I forget... my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with that blonde bimbo. I hate them. I totally hate them so much.    

No, I shouldn't be thinking about things that would stress me out. They will be the least of my problems because I should put in my mind that this is my second life. I should spend it with the things that are full of positivity, keep being motivated, and focus more on my studies. Yep, that is all I'll do. No more ass love life for the moment, and I should spend more time with my girls and my homies.    

My eyebrows met in confusion when I focused my eyes on the machine at my left—the heartbeat monitoring machine. It's not operating. No power? Hmm.    

Then I looked at my arms and found no needles and tubes on any of them. I am not even wearing a damn ugly as hell hospital gown, thankfully. But wait, why am I still wearing the red dress, the same one I wore that day- Valentine's Day? This is weird.    

Now, I wonder what day it is. How long was I asleep?    

I tried to sit upon the bed, and I guess it's okay since I have no other things attached to my flesh.    

When I am about to step on the white tiled floor, I just noticed that I am also wearing my flat dark brown shoes. Aren't they supposed to take this off? Well, maybe they want me to look just fine, and that's even better.    

Once again, I wonder as to why I don't feel any pain in any part of my body. Nothing hurts, no bruises, not anything broken, which is also good. The Almighty has been so good to me. Thank goodness!    

I snapped my head on the door when it suddenly opened, and a bright smile crept on my face when I recognized the woman who just walked in. She is wearing a doctor's white gown. She has always been the doctor who takes good care of me whenever I am sent here: Doctor Graziella Thales, Grace's mom.    

"Hi, Doctor Thales!" I greeted her with my cheerful voice, and my smile disappeared when she didn't even look at me nor even respond.    

When she just continued walking straight to the machine and turned it on, I waited for her to tell me something. I don't know if she noticed me having my eyes open wide while sitting on the bed. I mean, I just woke up from experiencing a shocking accident. Or maybe... I was really not injured at all. Hmm, that's possible.    

"Am I good to go, Doc?" I asked her, and still, I got no response from her. The heck? Didn't she hear me?    

"Doc, the patient's here!" Someone called at the door, and I looked at them with my face painting a look of curiosity and bafflement. Two men nurses went inside my room while pushing a stretcher with a young girl in it. Are they going to put her in the same room with me?    

"Oh, thanks, boys! Hello, Queenie! This will be your room for a moment, alright? Not unless you will feel better, you will stay here. Don't worry, your mom and dad will be here soon. They are there outside. Boys, please, carefully put her on the bed." The woman let out and talked to the child between the age of somewhere ten to thirteen, and I just looked at them with my bizarre-looking face. Are they going to put her in the same bed as me? Why???    

When I felt like my doctor was missing me, I cleared my throat to get her attention, but no matter how much I try to make her look my way, she won't.    

"Umm, Doc, excuse me? Should I leave already? What is your assessment of my overall being? Am I alright? No injuries? Can I be discharged already?" I asked a series of questions with my loud voice, yet it seems like no one heard me, even the nurses or the kid. What is wrong with these people?    

"Hey! Why are you placing her on my bed? I haven't even got any results yet. Hey, Doc! What is this all about?" I kept protesting, but no one seemed to notice any of my concerns.    

When the child is already on the bed on my left, I moved to make room for her. I tried to look at her pale face and saw that she looked nervous when the doctor took some things from the IV drip to attach them to her arm.    

A tear escaped her left eye as she seemed scared of what the doctor was doing to her, and I tried to hold her right shoulder to tell her that it would be okay. But I wasn't able to talk because of panic. My hand passed through her body, which made my eyes widened in surprise. What the hell just happened?    

I tried touching her again, but the same thing happened- I can't feel her. My right hand kept passing through. Then I tried to touch the pillow and blanket, but I couldn't feel them, either. No way.    

Because of bewilderment, I stood up while feeling so anxious. I tried to hold myself, and I can touch my skin, my clothing, and this is not making sense at all.    

Am I dreaming? I think I'm dreaming.    

To prove that I really am not in the real world, I tried yelling to catch anyone's attention in this room, but no one seemed to have heard me.    

Confirmed. I am dreaming.    

But... Why do they look like this is in reality? Am I witnessing what has been happening in reality while I am not in my body? Oh, wait... My body. No. I have my body with me right here. But... Why can't anyone see me? Damn, I am so confused as fuck.    

I tried to walk around the room to see things better, and I went near the doctor to touch her.    

"Are you sure you are not seeing nor hearing me, Doctor Thales? It's me, Olivia." I asked her and gulped when she walked and passed through me. Well, that was... Weird.    

No. This is not making sense at all. I am sure as heck that this is reality. You can't just dream randomly about what happens in a hospital. Not if you haven't experienced some nerve-wracking shits in this place. This is really happening right now, and I am witnessing it. But I just have one thing that I have in my mind- where is my living body of flesh and blood?    

If I am in the state of astral projection, my body could be just near here. Where is it? I need to find it so that I could go back inside it and wake up. Simple as that.    

I walked backward while trying to think correctly about the situation that I am in, and I turned to the door but was greeted by a big man that just walked past me. Then a there is a woman who also passed through me, and I let out a deep sigh. I really am not with them.    

When I was about to open the door to head out of this room, I recklessly passed through the door and fell to my knees in the hallway where there are lots of busy people walking from both lanes.    

I stood up and dusted my hands even though there was no dust, and I took a deep breath to act normal as if I am with everyone else in the living world. This won't be hard. I will just walk like a normal person. No one would see me anyway.    

Suddenly, I stopped walking in the middle of the corridor to think about where the heck am I heading? Yeah, I don't know.    

Where could my room be located in this vast hospital? And no, I don't want to get inside every damn room to look for it. No way. That's way too tiring for my poor feet to handle.    

To make one of my ninety-nine problems be solved, I went to look inside one doctor's office to know what day it is.    

Mmm, it's Doctor... Andrea Montgomery-Jordan's office. Let's see if she has any calendar or clock that could tell what day of the month is today.    

When I went to her table, I looked around to find something, but instead, my gaze stopped at a family picture in a frame on the tabletop: two women and a familiar face of a teenager. She is one of the cheerleaders- Adrianne Jordan. Hmm. Her parents are lesbians. Wow, that is so nice!    

A smile formed on my face when I found a digital clock right on the wall near the LED TV, and I went near it.    

The time is... Two-forty-nine PM. And today is Thursday, March-shit! No way. No.    

I blinked my eyes multiple times to see if I really saw it clearly, and I even rubbed them.    

Nope. Uh-uh. There's no way. You have to be effing kidding me. How in the world was I asleep all this time?    

Today is March 17.