The woke beast

A couple of more blinks didn't seem to do the trick for Fidelia. She realized life was far from what she saw in the movie and she was going to spend the rest of her life blinking blankly at the ceiling if she didn't make a walk for it or better still scream out for attention. Slowly with the rigors of ailments, she found her way up and had began to walk in her hospital gown when a voice of caution spoke to her.

" Heading to disrupt another marriage huh why don't you lay in bed and waste some more of the states trust fund." Said the voice. Causing Fidelia to immediately recall the happenings of the past night. She quickly gazed at her palms, and found them to be as wrinkled as stale turmeric.

" I'm an Old woman? I'm just nineteen years old." She muttered in a sorrowful tenor as she slowly walked back to her bed and Sat by the side. She knew what awaited her in the mirrors was not going to be pleasant enough.

" Oh Grandma. You probably landed on your head when you fell?" " You are receiving free medications, free food and free payouts from the government only because you are old. Become young and the reality of life hits at you so badly." Said the teenage nurse as she punched the latest brand of her iPhone. Fidelia was silent in devastation.

" Only one in twenty persons are employed in Switzerland. Why the hell would you want to be young and suffer. I wish I was old." Said the Nurse and dropped her phone before beginning to apply a red cortex on her toes while she masticated the chewing gum in her mouth as loud as a gunshot.

The words of the nurse only made her feel worse. She slowly placed her palms on her face and began to weep, emotionally compelling the nurse to abandon her mediocre manicure session.

" Mam? Why do you cry when I have said a lot to motivate you? Why do you make me look like a bad counsellor." She said and sat down beside Fidelia like a good nurse she was pretending to be.

" I have been cheated in this life. Out of love, I died for a man who now doesn't recognize me. What year are we?" She asked in a muffled cadence.

" You died for a man? Mam, you need a psychiatric doctor. The year is twenty twenty five by the way. " Said the nurse and stood up again not wanting to compromise her safety with a mad woman.

" Twenty twenty five. Maybe I'm probably back to early. The right time to return would have been twenty twenty six. I wouldn't have met such a heart breaking event at all." She said, slowly taking her hands of her face.

" And it's just tomorrow grandma. Today Is December thirty first. You are beginning to scare the hell out of out me. I will call the doctor." Said the nurse and headed to the door. Making visible her a name tag on her vest with the Inscription, "Eric Bennett"

" Eric Bennett?" " Wait! I know you." Fidelia exclaimed as her eyes flashed in shock.

" Oh please… What again mam." Said the teen nurse and paused with a pose.

" Eric from Sunnyside college. The health prefect?" she inferred causing the nurse to truly pause in her steps.

" oh wow. You seem to know about my past. God knows how. Anyway I'm now Erica not Eric. I'm ditching this good for nothing name tag as soon as I'm done with my change of name documentations." Said Erica after making so much unnecessary hand gestures.

" You where a Nanny in Sunnyside?" she added.

" You are now a girl? Eric you used to be a guy what happened to you." Fidelia asked in shock, forgetting her own predicament for a while.

" I was never meant to be a male. I was always a girl and when the opportunity to take the surgery came by, I jumped at it." " Just wait. How do you know me so much yet I don't even recall you wiping my ass back at kindergarten." Said Erica as she narrowed her gaze on the wrinkled face of Fidelia in a bid to recognize her.

" That's because I never wiped your ass you bum! It's me Fidelia. Your seat mate from basic one to six. Judo princess? Are you still scared of butterflies, do your mom still force you to eat beacon at night? Do you still draw Ken on every new book you have, do you still have a crush on Michael Jackson…"

" Holy Crap;" Exclaimed Erica and hurriedly stepped back till she had her back against the wall In shock "

" Fidelia Kilmarnock! Is that really you?" She asked in a frail whisper laden with fear and contention. All she could think of was fleeing away from the ghost that now sat before her.