DELUSIONAL

"Papa! Papa!! Where are you?" Theresa sobbing running around like a mad dog to find her father calling out for him loudly as she had just witnessed a rape.

Rape, rape of her best friend.

"I am in here in the garage kid. Come over", Arthur reverts to her cries like a doting father as he has always been, totally unaware of the news his daughter was just about go give him.

Hearing her father's voice, she rushes in the direction of the garage and trips badly over the poking plank from the floor.

"Ow", she aches but somehow managing to get up dashing on her way to show the camera where she had filmed it all. The moment she reached the entrance of the garage she started feeling dizzy, the whole world started swirling around her, everything became blurred and then her eye lids slowly getting heavy dropped down. Falling on the floor with a loud thud, Arthur looking up from his work startled.

With an extreme headache, Theresa managed to open her eyes only to find herself amidst so many strangers suddenly.

"Hey Theresa are you alright?", a petite lady in her late thirties asked her trying to lend a hand to help her get up on feet.

"I don't know, where am I by the way?", Theresa asked bewildered and the next instant as she was about to get replied her head did a somersault everything got hazy again, the loud beeping noise making her deaf again and she couldn't make out a single word out of it. The sight became blank and she fainted once more.

Theresa wakes up again, startlingly, the nurse sitting beside her, looked not a bit familiar, strange her father worked at the town's hospital too, so she knew all the staff in person. This lady beside her right now, wasn't so recognizable.

"Hey, excuse me. Can you tell me where am I?" She asked somehow trying to hold up herself from puking.

"Ah, at the Crimson hospital miss Davies, you work here and still asking this question? Are you alright ", the nurse getting up from the stool to help Theresa up.

"What? What Crimson hospital....?", and she couldn't finish her sentence and out came the gradual flow of the undigested food carrier.

"Oh my god! You are really sick doctor Theresa, I'll call for the doctor", the nurse exclaimed pressing the alarm bell a zillion times. In minutes the staff was there to clean up all the mess and the earlier nurse left to clean herself up. Theresa resting her head on the wall behind her, feeling still dizzy, also getting flashbacks from the incident she had witnessed not a while ago.

"Want to throw up again miss Davies?" finally the real doctor came in.

"No! Just tell me why am I here?", Theresa was getting restless now, slowly getting back her consciousness.

"Well you were in the washroom a while ago, then coming out you suddenly suffered from a seizure", he answered honestly. Theresa's eyes widened.

All of these people, were not so known to Theresa, she had never met them, forget about that, she hasn't even heard about this hospital's name ever. The whole infrastructure was so different from the one her father works in.

Well she didn't know this wasn't her Germany anymore, it was Russia.

Добро пожаловать в Россию ( welcome to Russia!)

"What seizure? Where the hell are my belongings? Where is my camera?", she was getting more and more restless again feeling the urge to puke.

"Calm down, Theresa, take it easy, you are going to be fine. Your belongings are safe in your cabin. Trust me. You have to rest now. I think your crazy work schedule has really got into you. Take care. I'll be back soon. засыпай (sleep now)", the door knob clicked behind him.

What cabin? What schedule? How do this people know my name? How do they know me? Who brought me in here? And she couldn't control it anymore, threw up again. The nurses cleaning up some feeling sorry for Theresa's state and some annoyed by the fact they had to do extra work, work which wasn't even their responsibility and not even their job in the first place. More were surprised at the way their most ideal doctor was behaving now.

Theresa somehow trying to figure out things again got her head up and asked one of the nurses, "why is that doctor speaking Russian? Is he Russian?"

"мадам( madame), everyone in this room is Russian except a few like you and we are in Russia so yes that's why Russian, why such questions though?" the nurse was really surprised and taken aback my Theresa. Doctor Theresa was certainly never like this, always the calm and composed of all. Never really asked a lot of questions unless somebody was her patient, but now here she was after her seizure, acting so different from normal.

Theresa was surprised beyond belief, how on earth did she reach Russia? Was she so sick after witnessing that ruinous crime her step brother committed that she was sent to Russia? Was it her father's idea or her step mother? That viper bitch.

"How did I reach here? Why have I been brought up here?" She spoke again, all of this in one breathe. As soon as the nurse was about to answer, the door opened wide and entered a petite woman in her early forties. Wearing a tight pencil skirt and a floral shirt with blood red lips and shining hair.

"Hey! What's up doctor? How have you been?" the unfamiliar woman with a tone of familiarity asked.

"Are you German?", the first question came out of Theresa's mouth immediately as she heard her accent.

"Well yes I write Müller as my surname so yes and you know it Theresa. Why do you have amnesia now? I heard you got a seizure from Dr. Wales?", she was taken aback by Theresa's question. She looked at the helpers for answers, they shrugged. никто ничего не понял (nobody understood anything).

"No wait. What's your name? Do I know you?" This puzzle is getting on Theresa's nerves now, what the hell is happening. She wanted to break down now. Why is everyone in this room acting like they know her? She wanted to know so many answers. She wanted to know where her father was, where her camera was but wasn't even able to hold herself up to walk. Why in God's name her father will let that psychotic step mum send her to this asylum where everybody is already crazy?

"I am your personal assistant Theresa, I am Rhonda Muller, how the fuck do you forget that so easily? Are you even alright?" Rhonda was loosing her calm over Theresa's not so calm behaviour. Theresa looked so strange to her now. Wearing a fancy costume like they wore in 1950s in Germany, she wasn't sure if the Theresa she was talking to was even of this era or did she ever belong here. Did she knew this Theresa or was it an impostor of her?