Nightmare

Nightmare

“License and registration please” The pounding in my chest increased as I frantically searched through my wallet, my hands shaking.

 “What seems to be the problem sir?” I nervously questioned.

“Do you know how fast you were going young lady?” the officer inquired, his shiny badge staring me strait in the face. My mind wondered off as he was ranting. I ignored the mumbling as I stared at the coffee stain on his collar.

“Excuse me miss!” the now angry police officer barked. Before I knew it I could feel his firm grip on my wrists.

“What did I do?” I screeched, horrified, as my head hit the side of my car.

“You have the right to remain silent!” What had just happened? I don’t seem to remember the last ten minutes. Before I knew it, I found myself on the floor pressed up against the icy, cold bars of a shared cell.

“Excuse me officer, how did I get here” I quietly whispered.  I can’t seem to remember arriving there or what had caused me to be sent to this dark chamber. I could hear the moaning of an old man in the cell next to me.

“The witch is coming!” a figure, dressed in all black in the corner of my cell. “Excuse me!” I screamed, terrified of my surroundings. A young officer with the name- tag “Officer Andrews “ came to my cell, with a smirk on his tan, whiskered face.

“What is it?” he impatiently asked.

“How and why am I here? What the heck did I do?” His jaw dropped.

“You don’t know why? You don’t remember anything?” He asked with a great astonishment in his tone.

“No not a thing! Why am I in jail?!” I demanded to know.

“You don’t remember admitting to the robbery last night? You were messed up little miss. Hmm let me remember exactly what you told me. You said something about, uuhh, oh yes! You told me about how you robbed a bank three years ago and that you lived in a mansion and how you were hiding from someone.”  Officer Andrews calmly explained.  I was horrified. Why would I tell the officer that?  I have never robbed a bank in my life! Why do I not remember any of this? I was so incredibly confused with everything going on. I tried to remember the night before what had happened. I just remember sitting at the bar talking to a really good looking guy, he bought me a drink and the next thing I know I am being slammed into my windshield with an officer’s stick in my back. Now it’s a day later and I’m sitting in a strange jail cell with weird people all around me.

 “I have never robbed a bank before, why would I admit to that? Are you sure you have the right person? You have to believe me!” I pleaded.

            A week has gone by and I am still stuck in this concrete jungle. Before I knew it I awoke in a hospital. A man in a dark grey suit and perfect teeth walked towards me, holding a large briefcase.

“Hello ma’am, my name is doctor Alexander Fredrickson. I am a sleep scientist. You must be wondering why I am here. You have been sleeping for over a week! Welcome back.”