She woke to a cold, dimly lit room. Moonlight filtered in through the small windows near the ceiling, well enough that she recognized it as the morgue. A cold sweat broke out over her body and she looked at the only body in the room. She moved towards it slowly, her stomach dropping as she lifted the identification tag on the toe of the deceased. “Morrison, N.” She read. “Female, aged twenty two.” I’m dead, she realized, releasing the tag. But I’m not dead...I’m...am I a spirit? A soul? Her head began to spin, her heart raced and the cool, crisp air became stiff and heavy. She hurried from the room, ran full speed through the hospital until she was outside. She walked through the lot frantically, running her hands through her long, light brown waves, trying to catch her breath.
She had so many questions, but no one was around to answer them. She found herself confused, exhausted and alone in a random hospital parking lot in a town that looked familiar yet different at the same time. She had no idea where she was, if she was alive, dead or dreaming. A low ringing hummed in her ears, her head pounded, and her stomach twisted violently. She hurried to the curb where she coughed up a meal she didn’t remember eating.
“Excuse me,” A man’s voice interrupted.
She coughed, gagging a final time and leaned against the tree beside her.
“Are you alright?” The voice sounded again.
She opened her eyes, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and saw a figure coming towards her. He was tall, looked to be a few years older than her, dressed in dark colors. She sniffed. “I’m fine.”
The man stopped a short distance from her. He glanced briefly at the ground where she’d vomited and then back at her, taking in her clammy state. “I don’t think you are.”
She turned away from him. “I said I’m fine.”
“Hey, wait. I’m sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Wyatt, and I just want to help you.” He responded, reaching out and grabbing her arm.
She turned back. “You want to help me?” She asked.
He nodded. “I do. I bet you’ve got some questions.”
How does he know? What does he know? She just stared at him, wanting to speak, but lacking the words.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve been where you are, I know what you’re feeling. I just want to help you understand.”
“How?” She mumbled, finding herself more intrigued at the knowledge he claimed to possess.
“I’ll explain, I promise. But will you come with me? It’d be better if we go somewhere a little more private.”
“Why should I trust you?” She asked, crossing her arms.
“You’re going to be feeling pretty lousy for the next few days. Let me help you get through it.” He answered simply. “It’s not something you want to go through alone.
He smiled softly in response. “What’s your name?”
“Nika.” He repeated. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” He said, crossing his heart. “I can help you.” He stepped closer, extending his hand. “What do you say?”
She took a deep breath, she didn’t know what was next for her, and he seemed like a good guy. She was already scared to death and he was the first person she’d encountered since waking up, but more importantly, he seemed to have a hold on things she didn’t even know about.
“Okay.” She whispered, letting curiosity get the best of her.