|whither|

everytime i woke up i felt like i was stuck in a repeating cycle.

the same surroundings. the same dread.

i tried to move my hands but now they were restrained and i let out a loud sigh.

i hear quick footsteps, as a nurses face comes into view from the doorway.

"you are the one out of three that survived the explosion." the nurse says.

"three?" i ask, trying to breathe.

"yes, and you're lucky. one is here to visit you and the other is still in critical condition." nurse says, as she turns to motion someone inside.

she smiles and walks out. i watch as xy walks in.

"you know, i was shocked to figure out you were the one who managed to survive." he says, as he walks closer. his hands are in his pocket and he now had a thick scar across his rightside of his face.

"who else is alive?" i ask, trying not to make eye contact.

he shift his weight. "oh, you are just as disappointed as i am, that we two both made it?" he says. i could see his anger.

"actually, i'm glad that you are alive. i was afraid i was the only one left." i say.

he sighs. "really? i don't see why. you know, nothing like that has ever happened before. like...what are you? why did you come up to my friends? i blame you. that's why i came here." he says, i could feel his anger rising through every word.

"i'm sorry." i say, weakly.

i felt sympathetic yet it came out as nothingness.

"yeah, you should be." he says, as he walks to the door.

he turns around once more. "oh yeah, and it's vertigo." he says, and the door shuts.