All the Lies (Lies & Truths 1)

I’m…I don’t know who I am. Reina is familiar, but it isn’t me.

Wrong. Everything is so damn wrong.

My trips in and out of consciousness become exhausting. It’s like I’m playing hide and seek with the darkness; only I’m not sure if I’m running away from it or sprinting toward it.

There’s something enchanting about the darkness…a push, a pull. It’s like a haunting lullaby with ever-changing lyrics.

I keep trying to avoid the blinding light and the voices. So many damn voices surround me like audible torture.

They keep heightening and magnifying, and there’s no way I can stop them from assaulting my senses.

They’re like an unreachable itch beneath the skin.

Then, one day, when I think I’m about to go crazy, my eyes open. Or maybe my brain finally catches up to that fact.

The back of my head aches, and so do my limbs. It’s as if someone beat me up with a baseball bat.

Wait…is that what happened?

The blinding light renews the urge to close my eyes again, but I don’t. I keep them wide open—as wide as I can considering the circumstances.

If I close them again, I might never open them back up. I’ll return to the hide and seek game with the darkness.

I’ll go mad for sure.

My surroundings are blurry. Mismatched shades of white become more and more defined the harder I focus. A headache lodges firmly at my temples the more I try to make out my immediate environment.

White walls. The same bleach smell. No classical music or coffee this time, which probably means the man with the older voice who used to talk to me isn’t here anymore.

“Miss Ellis, you’re back,” a soft voice calls from beside me before an Asian woman’s kind face comes into view.

Her black hair is tied into a bun underneath her white cap, and some wrinkles surround her pulled brown eyes.

She checks something on the machines around me and nods to herself with a smile. “I’ll call Dr. Anderson. Do you need anything?”

I attempt to shake my head, but the stabbing pain at my nape stops me.

When I say nothing, she asks, “How do you feel?”

“Like hell,” I grunt in a scratchy, barely alive voice. “Have I been in hell?”

“You’ve been so lucky, dear. You gave us a fright.” She smiles and leans in to whisper, “Your fiancé hasn’t left your side the entire time.”

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bsp; I have a fiancé?

No, that can’t be right. I don’t have a fiancé. I don’t have anyone.

Wrong. Everything is just so wrong.

“It’s rare to see that kind of devotion in college kids these days.”

College.

Okay, so my name is Reina Ellis, I’m in college, and I have a fiancé.

Did I mention wrong?