"AH! Don't kill me!" I cried.
"Whoa, hold your horses man," The boy said quietly "Its not like I'm going to kill you or anything."
"Huh," I observed, "you said the same thing yesterday."
"Yesterday?" The boy asked. "What do you mean you just woke up today." he said with a puzzled expression on his perfectly sculpted face.
"Oh, must have been a terrifyingly realistic dream." I decided.
I scanned my surroundings again and noticed something peculiar.
"Hey, what's your name?" I demanded.
"W-Who me?" he said hesitantly.
"Yes you dum dum who else is in the room?" I asked.
"O-oh I'm Charlie" he replied.
I stared at my arms and legs and the casts were gone. I stared blankly at colossal TV screen and the monitor depicted I had no broken bones and I was fully healed from head to toe. I turned my head to stare out the window and it was snowing. I had come to the conclusion that either Mr. Charlie here was lying, or I was mentally unstable, and I doubt the thought that I was mentally unstable. I felt my neck and pulled the needle out of my neck.
"H-how did you know that needle was there?" Charlie asked nervously.
"Oh," I explained casually, "I just had a feeling."
I smiled at him and he looked around nervously.
"Ummm," he began, "I have to go home, why don't you try to get some slee-" he stopped himself carefully.
Before he could finish speaking, I cut him off.
"Were you going to say rest?" I inquired.
At this point, Mr. Charlie here was sweating like crazy, and just by looking at him I felt nervous, Man! This dude is nervous.
"N-no!" he squealed. "Goodbye!"
He opened the door, walked out, but before he could close it I called him out.
"You're not going to trip and hit you're head this time?" I joked smirking.
Okay. At this point readers, you should already know, Charlie has anxiety disorder. But like, holy crap, this dude was looking like a kid who robbed a candy store, got tracked down, was caught stuffing their face with loads of candy, and still decided to deny the fact they had robbed the candy store. His nervous breakdown started to go into effect and I swear, I saw tears streaming down his face. He then proceeded to slam the door and walk out.
I then proceeded to lay back down on the hospital bed, and again I felt as if a spell had overcome me again, and before I could fight it, I had already fallen asleep.
Fire blazed around me. Smoke swirled around me and engulfed me. A giant face appeared before me. Formed from the smoke and ashes from the fire.
"Strongest Magician huh?" The voice croaked. "You don't looked like much to me." The voice teased then continued, "I will rip apart you limb from limb, burn all those you love, and force you to endure their final words"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I screamed. "I don't even know who I am! Or who I was!"
Another face appeared before me, next to the larger face.
"He lies!" it hissed dryly. "Kill him!"
"What!" I screamed on the brink of tears.
I woke up drenched in cold sweat, yet I was shivering. The full moon shone brightly in its absolute form. It's elegance, strength, and beauty felt as though it was empowering me. I felt so full, yet fearful. What had the voice in my nightmare meant? I cast these thoughts aside and decided it was just a dream. I laid back down and slowly closed my eyes. But suddenly I heard a pair of footsteps down the hall. No, not one pair, 2 pairs.
"I'm telling you!" the voice whispered, "He remembers!"
"Yes-yes" The deeper voice said, waving the higher pitched voice aside, "We have gone over this already fool!"
"I-I'm sorry!" the higher pitched voice squeaked nervously
I kept silent and determined the higher pitched voice was Charlie because no other person could possibly sound so nervous and frightened at the same time.
"We must end him now and tonight, he cannot escape." the mysterious voice added.
"I thought you said no one could escape the spell!" Charlie squeaked, "Much less have memories of the day before the latest visit!"
"Yes!" The deep voice said "No human has yet to escape this spell, however this boy is strange." He said the word distastefully.
"B-but we can't kill him!" Charlie said, "He's just an innocent boy!"
"Fool!" The deeper voice whispered fiercely, "You better shut your trap or else I'll shut it for you boy!"
I heard a squeal of terror then, it was deadly silent again excluding the nimble and almost silent footsteps. Suddenly I heard the door in my hospital room creak open quietly.