Circus Freaked Show

She is opening her eyes like a Deja vu from the earlier incident. Remi knows what exactly has to go on; she has been faking asleep for the past hours and has grown tired from it. Her scalp has grown to itch, and she needs to scratch it, the bandage on her head adding to the craving, only making it worse to pretend still.

It looks like she bashes her head quite hard on the floor; the nurse's weight makes her fall even more rapidly. She opened her eyes and was greeted by a soured face man that stood crossing his arm in his suit. She saw a woman standing next to the man whispering a few words and rubbing the back of his neck. Whatever the woman does seems to help because the man soured face gradually calms, and the tension in his forehead eases up. She wondered who these people were; she felt like a circus freaked show.

Their eyes are all trained and closing on her. If she refused the identity and came clean of herself as someone name Remi and not Clarissa, things would go south. She will be investigated, and all her illegal dealings will be exposed. Her brain was still finding ways to escape the situation; since no one had said anything, she might as well remain silent and watch how this situation played out.

The doctor came in with a clipboard greeting everyone in the room; a young woman seemed to be the same age as her and sat on an accent chair, watching her closely like a shark loan keeping an eye on its prey. However, she was occasionally distracted as soon as the young doctor came in, breaking the eerie silence in the ward.

"Mr. and Mrs. Henson, my name is Doctor Turner, and it is great to see Ms. Henson is now awake. Let me ask a few questions to Ms. Henson, and if all of you could wait outside while I check on the patients, that would be great. Once everything is done, I will update Ms. Henson's conditions".

He spoke with charisma and firmness.

Doctors in most rich people's hospitals are like sheep waiting to be told to baa, but Remi makes sure to make a mental note once she is rich, she will recruit this Doctor Turner to be part of her team.

The man that Remi assumed perhaps to be Clarissa's father nodded and waved to everyone inside the room to leave; he stopped on his track to glance once again at her. His face is full of unexplained emotions, anger, sadness, pity, and disappointment. It is inexplicable to describe. Was that love? Or not. This Clarissa is pitiful.

Doctor Turner cleared his throat, making both Mr. Henson and Remi look away, and he left the room.

"Ms. Henson, I am Doctor Turner, and I am here to help you. I have received a concerning note from family members that mentioned your intention on the night of the incident was more of a suicidal incident. I am here to let you know; you are not alone if you would need some help with your mental health. Anything that we can do to help you, we will be here to support you. The scan on your brain also showed a sign of concussions...."

As soon as Remi heard the word concussions, she crafted a plan in her so-called concussions brain to sell her story fast. It seems it all makes sense; Clarissa is a black sheep living in a slaughterhouse. No one in the family cares enough for her. They threw her under the bus just like that. She wonders who has paid for these extremely overpriced hospitals; judging by the family dynamic, it is not from the Henson's.

"Doctor....."

Remi applied her world-class acting skills to a test.

Her soft voice and sickly-looking face have made even the young doctor unable to continue his diagnosis.

"I...I don't remember who I am...I was acting erratic earlier because I was scared. I do not know anyone. Is it true I was trying to kill myself? But...why do my nail break in some places and my knuckles bruise? Was I struggling to save myself? Do you think the bruises all over my body related to that night's incident? I have no memory recollections on anything. "

Doctor Turner flipped the medical clipboard and read the parts where each bruised on her body was charted. Some were healing bruises. Remi knew why she had all these bruises, but it was handy for a situation like this.

"That is why I am trying to ask you as well; my team and I were baffled to see the number of bruises on your body. Unfortunately, you do not remember; I see no signs of amnesia based on your brain activity. However, we can run more tests and blood works to see if we have missed anything".

Remi rolled her eyes secretly, hating that this doctor was not a sheep and a good one; he had ruled out amnesia from the very beginning. It looks like she will have to fake memory loss due to trauma, and that's one thing that is hard to diagnose and dismiss at the same time.

Weakly nodding, Remi spaced out, looking out the window; she has to sell this story and has no idea who everyone is and what type of person Clarissa even is. Her mind once again unconsciously wanders to the night of the incident. Clarissa's lifeless looks, the pleading to let her go, the struggle to lift her with the heavy gown. She was working and had to rip Clarissa's dress and remove it, leaving her with only undergarments.

She also has to take off her mermaid dress which constricts her from swimming to the shores with her. But in her attempt, Clarissa's struggle dragged them down, and she lost consciousness right after that.

Guilt. Guilt.Guilt.

That's the feeling she has right now, guilt to assume this role in life for her selfish reason to save herself. Shame that she cannot keep someone that might be related to her—the responsibility for everything.

Her silence was broken when Doctor Turner asked her if she had any other questions or concerns.

Shaking her head, she laid down again and covered herself with a blanket.

"I won't let you die in vain," she uttered.