Do I know him?

Why is it so dark around me? Where am I?Everything is black. I can't even see the hand in front of my eyes.Suddenly flashes of light flash through the darkness. A rolling light blinds me over and over again. But I can't see anything around me despite the light.The lightning bolts end as quickly as they started. The black has turned into a dark gray.Nothing. Even in the grayish glow, nothing can be seen. The hand I hold in front of my eyes appears almost transparent." Darling, you have to fight!" I hear a voice from very far away. She looks strangely familiar to me.“ You mustn't give up!” It now sounds right next to my ear and I turn around, startled. But there is nobody there. My pulse begins to race and my surroundings darken again.Another flash of light brings the gray back.I try to focus entirely on my body, as the immediate vicinity doesn't seem to give me any clues.Is it normal for me to feel so

"Do not talk. I will now be Dr. Get Green. ", She says gently and briefly squeezes my hand before she leaves the room.What's all this about? Why am I in the hospital? Why can't I remember anything? More than these few thoughts is not in my head.I am tired. How long was i awake? No more than half an hour, but I feel like I've been awake for days. My eyes keep falling shut, but I try to stay awake because the nurse wanted to call a doctor, maybe he knows what happened to me.I probably fell asleep after all, because when something strokes my arm I wake up frightened.Sister Ann is standing next to my bed again and lovingly takes my hand after noticing my panicked expression. Then she averts her gaze from me and looks expectantly to the other side of the bed. I follow her gaze and, for reasons unknown to me, begin to tremble when I notice the young man standing there. He looks enormous and muscular. His face is distinctive and his dark hair falls confused

 am sinking more and more into my self-pity and no longer really perceive my surroundings.Only when a hand strokes my arm and then gently holds my hand do I notice something again.“Take it easy. What's going on? ”I hear Sister Ann ask, because I can't see her through my veil of tears."Who am I? What kind of person am I? ”I sob to myself.“You are a beautiful young woman and that you worry like that shows me that you have to be smart and soulful.Unfortunately we don't know anything about you either, but you are certainly not a bad person. I have a very good knowledge of people and it tells me that you are nice. Do you think I would otherwise have confided my relationship problems to you. ", She says and winks at me."You talked to me?" I ask, slightly puzzled. Is that where the familiarity of her voice comes from?“Yes, whenever I was on duty, I took at least five minutes to talk to you. At first

Bathed in sweat, I get up and sit upright in bed. I try hard to get air into my lungs, but I just won't succeed. My whole body is shaking and the devices around me sound the alarm.I can't move, the panic prevents all my options for action. My breathing is fast and shallow and I still cannot get enough air into my lungs.I flinch when images of a belt flicking toward me flashed in my mind. Again and again someone hits me with a belt and I can almost physically feel the pain.I do not perceive my surroundings. The fear leaves nothing more than the belt blows and the shortness of breath.Suddenly something changes, but I cannot determine what. A strange calm settles over me and I notice how I am gently pushed back into the pillow and caressed over my arm.“Calm down, Emily. Everything is fine, I'm here. ”I hear the sensitive voice of Sister Ann penetrate me. And it really works, I'm slowly returning to a normal breathing rhythm and the pa

I sit in the kitchen and put my head on my hands. In front of me is a pregnancy test that confirmed my suspicions of the last few days.The first silent tears drop on the table top. I always wanted children, but not like that. Not from a man like that. Not from HIM.Thoughts buzz around wildly in my head and, as so often in the last few days, nausea rises in me. At some point it has to come to this, HE doesn't prevent.Desperate, I let my head sink down on the table and grapple with how it should go on and what HE will do with me when HE finds out.A key in the front door makes me startle. What is HE doing here now? Otherwise HE won't come until much later.I'm hastily looking for a way to hide the test. But there HE is already in the kitchen door.He is sure to come up to me and painfully twist my arm to get at what I'm hiding behind my back.HIS eyes widen in disbelief and the next moment HIS palm hits me so hard in the face that I