Deadly Visions

Moving in front of me, he kneels in front of me, his hands lifting my head to look at him.

“How do you feel now? I put the girls in their cots.”

Looking at him, he is all blurry. I can’t even make out his face.

“I can’t see. Everything is blurry.”

Rubbing my eyes, I look back up at him. My body freezes. It isn’t real. Why am I seeing Max in front of me?  No, it’s Marcus. Covering my eyes, I try to shake the image from my head.

“Right, you need to sleep. Alena, can you hear me? Anything else wrong, Alena?”

Looking up, I still see Max. Putting my head down, I try to hide from it. I feel Marcus’s hand rubbing against my arm, trying to soothe me. Looking up, I pray when I open my eyes, I see Marcus. Slowly opening them, there is his face, the glare of anger on it.

“It’s not Max.” Hiding my head, I try to get rid of the image but it isn’t working at all. Why was I so stupid?

“No, I am not Max, Alena. Come on, you need t