Toujours Pur | Euphemia Black

Chapter 33 | Who Am I?

Darkness....this very substance engulfed Euphemia's thoughts...
Stars....they twinkled before her eyes as the darkness covered her sight like a blindfold had been placed over her eyes...
Confusion....nothing made any sense anymore - all she could hear was whispered voices and the pitter patter of rain against a window, all she could feel was the coolness of the sheets beneath her...

Blank....Mia's mind was blank and void of any thoughts, memories or recollection whatsoever...
Spinning....her mind was spinning like a constant ferris wheel, never stopping...
Silence....there was deathly silence except for a ringing in Mia's ears which made her very brain hurt from the sound...
Bang. Crash. A sudden dizziness. Where was she? Who was she?

This was everything that ran through Euphemia's foggy mind as her eyes stickily opened to a dazzling white brightness that stunned her pupils as she blinked vigorously to try and adjust herself to the sudden light. Thoughts and memories flashed before Euphemia's eyes, unfamiliar figures danced on white backgrounds that flickered through her mind like pages being turned in a book swiftly, zooming past at rates faster than the fastest broomstick.

Voices echoed through her head, the same words being repeated over and over again. Stop. Don't. No. A flash of red light, the cry of the stunning spell and a transition through mid air. Bang. Pain. Blood. There had been blood on the floor. Who's blood? Why did her head hurt so much?

"Ms Black? Ms Black, can you hear me, sweetie?" an unfamiliar voice rung out as Mia's eyes fluttered open, squinting whilst she attempted to get used to the light that had filled her eyesight. She couldn't help but wonder who Ms Black was...to whom was the voice addressing? Looking around for the source of the voice and who the voice was talking to, she couldn't help but notice how groggy she felt, her mind and body felt weighed down as if they had been filled with drugs and sedatives...which they probably had, to be honest.

Mia's mind was entirely blank, she didn't recognise where she was and a sense of panic rushed through her bloodstream as her pulse quickened - she didn't know where she was! "Help me!" Euphemia whispered in a rough tone, as if her voice hadn't been used in a while and she struggled to get out of the bed that she found herself in but a pair of arms wrestled her back down, hands fastening around her wrists gently. "We are going to help you, sweetie, if you just relax," the voice said again and Mia swore something washed over her system because she immediately felt calm once more.

However, another voice that was unfamiliar and yet, at the same time, scarily recognisable to Euphemia if she could only work out who exactly it was, sounded in her head. Relax, it won't hurt, sweetie. If you just relax, it'll be over quicker than you know it. And immediately Mia was sent into a state of panic once more and no calming spell or drug could help drag her from her frantic demeanour as she thrashed in the bed wildly. "No! You can't help me! Nobody can!" Euphemia screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to sit up every time she articulated each word but some sort of invisible bonds seemed to keep her tied to the bed. The same pair of hands grabbed onto her own and pushed her back onto the pillows and...

Bang.

"If you'll just open your eyes for me, sweetie...." another voice awoke Mia from her dreamless sleep that she had had to be put into to try and induce and relax her. With a feeling of deja vu washing over her, Euphemia opened her eyes again and blinked furiously to adjust them to the light yet again. This time round, however, there were no shouting fits or struggles as the St Mungo's Specialist Psychiatric Nurse gently placed her hand on Mia's back and propped the girl up on top of the plumped feather cushions that she had placed behind her patient.

Martha, the nurse, couldn't help but be concerned as the screaming girl from before had now descended into a silent and blank faced one as she stared at nothing in particular, her pupils dilated. It wasn't common for there to be such an immediate change in a patient and the nurse had to wave her hand several times in front of Euphemia's face before the girl finally reacted and brought her blank grey - blue eyes up to face Martha's.