I am floating, surrounded by darkness so thick that I swear that I could touch it. There is no purpose, no meaning to me at all. The only things that I canremember are my name, Evi Rizzo, and some other memories, but pretty mucheverything before my fifth birthday is just a blurred, blank sheet. Where am I, howdid I get here and more importantly, who did this to me? These and so many other questions flooded my brain. But one question was the most dominant of all, how can I escape here.
*****Five days later . . .
She thought as she struggled to open her eyesfor the first time in, what seemed like weeks. She was in a hospital wearing a light blue and white gown. The nearby machines were silent and completely blank. Shewasn’t connected to any of them.Her head was aching terribly and when she reached up to touch it, to her surprise, she found her long brown hair about 4 inches long. At the spot with theshortest amount of hair, there was a long line of stitches, that stung when her fingerslightly brushed them.
This can’t have happened to me! My hair, oh my beautiful hair! I can’t livewith it so short!
She gave a small moan and fingered through her hair again, beingcareful not to touch the hurt area. She thought back to the time she had grown her hair out to her knees, trying to copy Rapunzel, her favorite princess when she waseight.
Who ever did this to me, I will seriously hurt them when I find them!
Just then, a man in a white doctor’s jacket walked in looking intently at aclipboard that he was holding in his hand. When he finally looked up, he had anastonished look upon his face. “You’re not supposed to be alive." He paused, withthe same face still stuck on like his. "We tried to fix the wound on your head butyou died three days ago. I just came in to remove your body and take you to thefuneral service.” He looked like he would never get rid of that face. It was startingto annoy Evi.“I can’t remember things from before I was five. Is that normal?" The man
stopped and wrote something down on his clipboard. She paused and put her fist toher cheek and leaned on her elbow. That was how she always posed when she