Meeting My Past

My eyes flutter open, a blaring light entering the room and blinding my eyesight.

Shaking my head repeatedly, blinking my eyes to adjust to the light. I look up to the ceiling with the white ceiling with white roof with a chandelier again.

'What! No, I wasn't dreaming?' I know this roof, I've been here before, this means I saw Emir?

The sounds of beating machines illuminate my ears, I lift my arm to see it implanted with IV blood tubes.

I can't turn my neck to see if anyone is in the room, I pray that Emir won't be here, I try to open my mouth feeling scratchy to speak "U-um" I stutter.

Hearing a sudden screech of a chair and a warm hand on my forehead pushing back my hair.

"Emma!" A familiar voice speaks.

I crane my neck to the side, which hurts badly.

"I leave" I finally speak out.

" Please, Emma" he pleads.