His game (being rewritten)

Lie(s)

She woke up, bright lights making her blind. She was disorientated, but the smell that surrounded her was all too familiar. The smell of disinfectant and antiseptic overpowered everything else. For a moment she felt safe, before she remembered that no one would ask her any questions, no one would call the police. She closed her eyes again. As the feeling of safety vanished, fatigue showed. Sleep was catching up to her, her mind slowly shutting down, yet she heard distant footsteps that were getting closer and closer, finally ending as if the person stood at the edge of her bed. Her body didn't seem alarmed, her mind didn't panic. A much too familiar smell made it's way into her nostrils, calming her even more, making her drift into the land of dreams even faster. "When they ask, because we both know that they will, you will tell them you don't remember anything. Lie." a deep smooth voice spoke to her, yet lying there half asleep, she didn't quite know whether she was already dreaming, or if the voice was coming from a real person.

...

Before she knew it, she was woken up by some rustling beside her bed. Turning her head toward its source, she opened her eyes, since she remembered that the lights in the hospital were just way too bright to bare. "Well, good morning." a nurse greeted her with a broad smile on her face. Her red hair was neatly tied up into a bun, her bangs were parted in half and each half was pinned back with a black hairpin. She had just finished changing the bag of saline solution. "You've lost quite some blood, so we have you hooked up to some saline." she was looking down at her with a more somber look than when she greeted her good morning. "Thank you." she meant it, but she also wanted it to sound as if it was a bit of a joke, alas her voice came out so hors, it sounded more as if she had been just brought back from the dead, or better yet, as if she was on her way to them. It didn't matter though, the nurse smiled, before looking over her shoulder, then sitting down on the chair beside the bed. "I probably shouldn't be asking this but ..." another look over the shoulder. "I just ... you came her with basically a bashed in head yet no one seemed to want to ask any questions." she was struggling to get the whole sentence out. "It just seems weird, unnatural even." she looked up from her lap and into my eyes. "I just started working as a nurse and- and it may be true I don't know too much yet on how everything works around here and all ..." she was rambling, obviously nervous, maybe she was scared to say something wrong, overstep a boundry. "But I'm petty sure the police should get involved." she took a deep breath. "They said you were in a car crash but... I-I just can't explain myself how the only trauma you received was to the back of your head." Flame looked back at her, her mind empty, not quite knowing what to tell her, or to even tell her anything. Maybe if she was silent for long enough she would leave. "A-are you in danger, sh-should I call the police?" Precious Flame thought. "No, you don't need to worry, there's nothing like that going on." She lied. She knew she had to, because the situation was such. At the end of the day, if she said something stupid now, she would have to bare the consequences later. As for the man, who may or may not have been a dream, she decided to listen to him. It may have been stupid of her, but her gut was telling her she could trust him. What bothered her more was the fact that she was very sure that who he was talking about was her family.

"Uh well, alright then. If you need anything, you can press the bell on your right side and a nurse will come... And... If you change your mind, here's my number." the nurse gave a warm yet worried smile before she turned away and walked towards the door. "Oh and-" she laughed out loud, turning back toward the bed. "-my name's Stella." Then she left. Flame looked at the flimsy piece of paper, trying to memorize the number before anyone else came into the room who wouldn't be so keen to help, then she tucked the piece between the bed frame and mattress, hoping and praying that no one would find it there.

...

As far as she could tell from the sun, it was already late afternoon, since in the morning, the sun was shinning through the hospital window with full force and now only stray rays were visiting her and caressing her skin. She was startled as the door suddenly opened. She didn't really know who she expected. She may have hoped that a ghost played ticks on her and opened the door just to make her feel a bit scared, but since her parents came walking through the door, she knew that the ghost theory she wanted to be true was nothing else but a hopeful dream in which the ghost would be the mysterious man who'd (probably) visited her before.

"God, Flame!" her mother came charging at her, her arm stretched out, ready to close her into a hug. Her father came in after her, closing the door. He wasn't even close as excited and relieved as her mother seemed to be, even though it didn't make any sense to Flame how they came to see her now, when she had been awake since morning. Her mother was stroking her back as her father paced around the room. "How are you?" he finally said with a flat voice, looking out the window. "Fine for right now." her mother let her go and sat down on the chair beside the bed, still keeping bodily contact by holding her hand. "Are you in any pain?" it was her mother that spoke now, she spoke with worry in her voice while gently squizing her hand. "N-no mom, I'm not in pain." she gave her a weak smile back. Her father started pacing around the room again, his heavy footsteps echoing from every wall in the pretty much almost empty room. He finally came to a stop beside her mother, putting a hand on her shoulder. "So, do you remember what happened?" his voice was not filled with more empathy than when he first came into the room. "Lie." The stranger's voice was echoing through her head repeatedly. "I- uh no, not really, I remember I was out in the park, after that, theres nothing." someone should give her an Oscar she thought. She was never good at lying, but this right now was the performance of a lifetime. "That's all? Nothing else?" he raised an eyebrow at her, her mother putting her free hand over the one he had on her shoulder. "No, I-I'm trying but there's just-just darkness..." she swallowed, a few tears prickling in the corner of her eyes which she conjured up by thinking of that one move, Hachiko was it? She remembers watching it with her mother when she was maybe 5 years old and feeling sick. It was probably the only memory she had of her childhood. "Mom?" something was telling her to ask this. "Yes honey?" her mother leaned forward, as if wanting to hear her better. "Could you bring me a DVD of the movie Hachiko, so I could watch it on the hospital TV?" a look of confuzemet placed itself on her mothers face. "I uh... sure honey." she looked around the room while talking until her eyes finally found a piece of paper. "Frances, could you grab me a piece of paper from the desk in the corner?" Frances took a quick glance towards the corner, furrowed his eyebrows but obliged to the request non the less. As Flame's father was bringing back the piece of paper, his mother rummaged through her bag, finally finding a pen. "Here you go honey, write the title down, you know I don't like movies, so I'm not familiar with any others than the classics." she smiled at her, putting the pen and paper on Flame's lap. At that moment, only one thought was going through Flame's mind:"We never watched movies when I was sick. Not since I was five."