[main character: Lilly]
Where am I?
...
My head hurts...
Am I laying on a bed?
The last thing I remember... is being with my dad and my mom in the car. We were going to...
THE CAR!
WE HAD A CAR ACCIDENT!
Ehm... ? Eh? Wait... I am in a hospital bed.
But where is mom and dad? I don't see them anywhere in this room. I need to go find them.
???: LILLY! Lilly!
That voice... Dad!
FATHER: I am so glad you are safe Lilly!
- I am so happy you are fine as well! And Mom?
FATHER: She will wake up very soon, she is as healthy as us, she does not even have a single scratch. The doctors said it was a miracle that we all end up without any harm.
I guess he is right, it is weird that after a car accident none of us ended up with serious injuries. I do not need to be a detective to know that. Something must have happened... something or someone...
And why do I smell like flowers?!
After 5 more minutes, mom woke up, and she was so extremely happy that we were all okay that she started crying. I was thinking about what could happened in the accident while mom and dad were filling a ton of papers at the hospital office.
I have good memory; I can do it. Remember, remember...
We were coming back home; I was in the back-sit and... some animal crossed the road and... we fell down hill! But what comes after? ...
...
Flowers?
Why I can only remember flowers, blue, pink, yellow, red... flowers everywhere, but why? Maybe I really got hit in the head after all.
(sniff sniff)
But I do smell like flowers...
After a while I decided not to think about that anymore. The important thing is that my family is safe, I am saved, and that I love my family a lot. After leaving the hospital some tall suited men asked my father some questions and then we left home with a provisional car. Later, we had a terrifying and yet happy story to tell, of how we evaded any harm like it was a miracle.
Some weeks have passed and sometimes I dream about the flowers that I saw back then.
The flowers were beautiful. I wonder if maybe the flowers protected us from the impact or maybe... healed us? Arghh!... I am overthinking at this point but, honestly, I hope I could see those flowers again.
(Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!)
Why do I feel so tired?
FATHER: Good morning Lilly!
- Good morning Dad...
MOTHER: Good morning everyone!
FATHER: Lilly, could you pass me a knife!
- Yes Dad.
MOTHER: Hurry up a bit, today you woke up a bit later than usual Lilly.
-Yes, yes, I know.
My head hurts and I feel tired. I am doing things as fast as I can and...
OUCH!
FATHER: Are you okay Lilly what happened?
- Yes, yes, I just cut myself a bit getting the knife from the dishwasher, don't worry.
MOTHER: You are bleeding a bit, go wash that wound now, come on.
- Okay, I am going...
Why am I feeling like this today? I don't understand at all. Well whatever, I will wash my hand an get go- ... ing... The wound! Disappeared!
What?? Why is that!? The closer I look at my face... no, no, there is no even a trace of the cut I accidentally did to myself and what is... this smell, the flowers... why is this smell coming out now?
Whatever! I am going to be late if I am still freaking out, I need to go now.
- Bye!
FATHER & MOTHER: Be careful, see you!
I don't understand, does my blood smell like flowers? Do I heal faster than anyone but also my blood smell nice? And why am I feeling even more exhausted suddenly, I don't understand.
I kept on thinking and thinking on my way to school, but only one thing came to my mind.
I've heard in school that there are people with special abilities that the government is always after, but I know that only through your parents the power is passed, so I know I won't have one.
But what if...
STRANGER: CUIDADO SEÑORITA!!!
There is not doubt that person was talking to me, but I was so inmersed in my thoughts that I didn't realize I was crossing the main street without looking at my surroundings. Once I raised my head, I saw it: An old car being driven by a late for work guy at 10 centimeters away from me. And then it struck me.
After landing on the ground after the hit, I regained consciousness by feeling my cheeks getting wet from my own blood pouring on the floor.
Am I going to die?
Just for overthinking and being in my thoughts all day? Is that really it?
I can't move, I think... I landed on the ground a while ago I am not sure... but...
Why now?
In a moment like this...
Smells like... flowers again?
...
While my consciousness was fading, I only could think of the beautiful flowers I saw that day and the bad luck I had. Being two times in a car related accident in the same month it sure makes up for how fortunate I was last time: not having any injuries at all after our car got destroyed surely is strange. I was going to die with the thought of flowers and bad luck stuck in my head... or so I thought.
Where... am I?
And what is this déjà vu feeling?
.
.
.
Wait a second... I am alive?
I open my eyes and, yes in fact, I was still alive. This time I was at home. Nobody was there. Maybe it was a dream but my cracked phone on my pocket proved me wrong.
So, I did get hit by a car, but I don't feel any pain in my body, I just feel tired. It's nighttime already... but my parents aren't here.
I will wait until they came back and explain to them what happened.
And so, I did. I waited for them for minutes and then hours. I started to get worried but, in the meantime, I began analyzing the situation.
I am not stupid, this needs an explanation, even at my age, I am quite curious compared to some adults. I just need more knowledge!
But how can I explain this? It is just a coincidence? I need to find out.
I stood up from the sofa and I went to the kitchen, there, without hesitation, I picked up a sharp knife having a bad idea.
Okay then, it seems like I can recover faster, and from fatal wounds! That is the only explanation I can came up with. If I am going to prove it, I need to cut myself and watch what happens next...
Here goes nothing... please don't hurt too much...
- ARGH! IT HURTS!
But I need to watch what happens...
Nothing yet... Nothing yet...
No... Thing...
And while I was staring at my bleeding finger, I saw them: the flowers. Tiny little flowers surrounded my skin like it was my own. After a couple of seconds and with a nice fragrance the wound disappeared. I couldn't believe what just happened, but I know I wasn't dreaming. I didn't have the will to cut me again because although the wound vanished, I still felt the pain on my finger.
Incredible! So, the flowers protected me! Now I understand why I am still alive after two incidents like that, but my parents also came unharmed from that accident. Are Dad and Mom also able to do this? I will ask them when they came back.
Half an hour later they arrived home, but something was wrong. My father reached out to me and said:
FATHER: You are special Lilly, very special. We have seen the videos on the traffic cameras, and we saw how you recovered in a matter of seconds form fatal wounds. Vegetation emerged from you and healed your injuries. We don't know for sure what happened, but we need you to come with us.
- Yes Dad, but are you also able to do this? I mean, we all survived the car accident two weeks ago, right?
MOTHER: No, we can't.
They look so worried...
I am fine. That's all that matters, right? I mean, nobody else got injured, I think.
We went outside and multiple man dressed in black where there. They had a car waiting for us. Everything felt suspiciously wrong. Once in the car we drove a long way until we exit the city and enter a huge building, but nobody said a word. Once inside I got a bit scared, but I thought that if my parents where there with me, nothing could go wrong.
???: Hi, Welcome, it is a pleasure having you back.
FATHER: Lilly, this is a very nice man that wants to help you. You will need to tell him what happened.
- Yes... but, why are we here exactly?
MOTHER: You know Lilly, people in this world sometimes are born with... well, special traits that makes them different from the rest. It might seem like you are one of them sweetheart, but we are not completely sure. Now go with this man, he can help you.
I don't understand at all. Why are they treating me like I have a problem? I know it is not normal for people to be like this but... this is more like an advantage than an illness.
UNK (unknown): Here, please, young lady.
I don't trust this guy at all, but I know my parents always want the best for me so let's trust them for now.
My parents stood there watching me go with that man. I couldn't be more ignorant of what was happening or was going to happen. The uneasiness covered my body and all I knew is that this was not going to end up well for anyone of us.
After walking for a bit, he explained me that this place is for researching people like me. He said there really few cases of people with anomalies like mine. "It appears that you are able to heal yourself and others" he explained, but I already knew that. Finally, after taking an elevator a few floors below the ground we arrive at our destination.
It looks like a normal hospital bed.
- Is this the room?
UNK: Yes, I will ask you to change your clothes there and then lay down over here. We will do some health evaluations on you. Because maybe you can heal outside wounds but not possible brain damage. Who knows? But, don't worry we will be over in a second.
I don't like this guy, but it doesn't seem like a bad person. He looks way younger than my dad, maybe he is just enthusiastic with his work.
After changing my clothes, I laid down in the center bed of the room.
UNK: Relax, close your eyes and breathe calmly. We will be over soon...
After a minute, sense of exhaustion crawled my back and in a matter of seconds I saw them: the most beautiful flowers were coming out of my skin, they smelled nice and I felt like I was laying down in a wild field. I turned my back and I saw the man talk on the phone with somebody else.
"It's her"
That was what I read from his lips. Then he looked at me, smiled, pressed a button, and everything turned black. I knew something was wrong but when I wanted to move, I already started to fell asleep. I was panicking but my body couldn't move in the slightest.
Why do I feel so exhausted... ? I can't move...
please somebody...
help... me.