Chapter 1- Who am I
By Cryptic Edwards
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When it all started.
But the question remained was this really the start of this, was what was around her true or was there more she did not understand.
There in bed, tossing and turning, there she was in bed Lula, in her late twenties, her hair in a loose plaite red and curly, silky purple night dress on her.
There she is having the same recurring dream she had been having for weeks now, a dream of seeing herself doing bad things to her patients unknowingly she sees herself but it dose not seem like her at all.
Lula now awoken in sweats of her night terrors with her heart pounding so fast it felt like a panic attack.
She gets out of bed slowly and puts her purple dressing gown on, reaching for her crystal pendent Amethyst to put around her neck carefully for protection as she looks back at her husband, seeing him asleep.
Lula makes her way downstairs holding on tightly to her pendant to help ease her anxiety from her nightmare she just has just experienced with vivid images in her mind, replaying to her, she goes to the kitchen turns the light on and gets some hot warm milk that she makes putting in a touch of cinnamon in.
Lula sees something in the reflection of her kitchen window, but is unsure of what, instead she turns the light of in the kitchen and heads straight back upstairs to try and drink her warm milk and fall back to sleep before her work starts.
2 weeks ago
Greg gets in late. A man with dark hair with a suit on him and blue eyes with a brief case, looking extremely tired, he takes of his tie as soon as he gets in putting his keys down on the side.
Lula starts on him, full of anger.
"So then?”
Greg looks at Lula feeling a little confused to what he has come home to "What?”
Lula stands up from where she had just been sitting waiting for Greg to answer.
“Who is she, Greg? And don’t even think about lying to me.”
Greg puts his other bag down and takes off his jacket.
He is in shock and confused by how Lula’s behaviour is.
Greg is feeling more confused by this accusation Lula is pointing to him about
“Lying to you? What...?”
Lula is getting irritated by Greg response
“You’re hours late.”
Greg calmly walks over and explains to why he is late with work at the moment being so demanding.
“I work late, you know this. I told you earlier about it.”
Lula starts acting erratic and pours some wine.
“What? NO, NO — this is how it starts you see!”
Greg sees Lula is on edge and try’s to get down to how Lula is feeling.
“What starts? tell me"
Lula is acting very manic and starts walking up and down with her wine in her hand, up and down pasting fast unable to think straight.
“You know what!”
Greg walks over to Lula and goes to hug her, thinking he has an idea to what is happening
“Lula... have you been taking your medication?”
1 year later in a dark room.
Lula wakes up to where she is, in a dark prison room alone with a cell mate.
Prisoner yells at Lula.
“SHUT UP, WILL YA!”
Lula is in a bed, but not her home bed, she is in a small prison bed.
She realises that all of it was nothing but a dream but felt really real like a memory then she sees where she is.
She held tightly in, her pillow and her pendent closely by her full of fear.
