Luna Pandora's Revenge

Chapter 6

As I stood there, staring at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. This wasn't me. The woman before me had blonde hair and blue eyes, a stark contrast to my brown hair and green eyes.

Xavier had always been fond of complimenting my green eyes. He often remarked on their vibrant hue, comparing them to emeralds sparkling under sunlight. He would say they were the windows to my soul and that they held a captivating depth.

How could someone who had shown me such love and devotion betray me?

The burning desire for revenge intensified within me. I would leave no stone unturned in my quest for the truth. If Xavier, Elena, and whoever else was involved thought they could manipulate me, they were surely mistaken.

My hands trembled as I reached up to touch my hair, feeling the unfamiliar texture and color. The strands slipped through my fingers, confirming the reality before me. It was as if someone had erased a part of my identity and replaced it with that of a stranger.

Could Xavier have manipulated the situation to such an extent that he had coerced a doctor into performing plastic surgery on me? It seemed unfathomable, yet the evidence of my transformed appearance spoke volumes. The possibility that Xavier would go to such lengths to hide the truth left a bitter taste in my mouth.

The only person I could truly rely on now was myself. I would leave no room for naivety or blind trust. Instead, I would navigate the treacherous terrain ahead with caution and a keen eye for deceit.

Leaving the hospital room behind, I made my way to the nurse's station, where a nurse was busy reviewing medical records. I approached her cautiously, hoping to glean some valuable insights.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I have some questions about my medical history. Is there any way you could provide me with more details about my condition and treatment?"

The nurse looked up from her paperwork, her gaze meeting mine. "Of course, dear. I can understand your curiosity. Let me check your file and see what information I can provide."

She busied herself with the computer, clicking and typing as she accessed my medical records. After a few moments, she turned back to me with a small smile. "I have your file here, but please understand that I can only share limited information due to patient confidentiality. However, I will do my best to help you."

I nodded, grateful for any assistance she could offer. "Thank you. I appreciate your help. Can you tell me more about the details of my accident? What specific injuries did I sustain?"

The nurse glanced at the screen, her expression growing somber. "According to the records, you suffered a severe head injury as a result of the accident. The trauma caused a concussion, and you fell into a coma."

"Is there any mention of the changes to my appearance? I mean, my hair color and eye color," I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty.

The nurse frowned, flipping through the digital records. "I'm sorry, but I don't see any specific notes about changes in your appearance. It's possible that any alterations you've noticed might be unrelated to the accident itself."

Her response only deepened the mystery. If the accident hadn't caused the change in my physical appearance, then what had?

As I processed the nurse's response, a seed of doubt began to grow in my mind. What if she was withholding information? What if she was part of the web of deceit surrounding me?

"I find it hard to believe that the accident wouldn't have any impact on my physical appearance," I said, my voice tinged with suspicion. "Are you certain that there aren't any additional details about my condition or any procedures that were performed on me?"

The nurse shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting briefly before she composed herself. "I apologize if it seems inadequate, but I'm providing you with all the information available in your records. I assure you that we prioritize transparency and patient care."

"I appreciate your efforts, thank you." I replied, with a polite smile.

With the nurse's response leaving me with more questions than answers, I returned to my hospital room, the weight of uncertainty settling heavily on my shoulders. My appetite had vanished, replaced by a gnawing feeling of unease that made it impossible to eat. The tray of untouched food stared back at me, a stark reminder of the inner turmoil consuming me.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, I couldn't shake the image of the unfamiliar face in the mirror. It was as if my identity had been stolen, replaced by that of someone else. I wasn't Anna. I had always been Pandora. How could I suddenly become someone else? What did Xavier and Elena stand to gain by erasing my identity and replacing me with Anna?

Weary and drained, I made the choice to rest on the bed, yearning for the respite that sleep might bring. As I closed my eyes, the exhaustion washed over me, and I fell into a deep slumber.

I found myself in the hospital hallway. The sterile walls stood in eerie silence, devoid of any signs of life. A sense of unease settled over me as I noticed the absence of any other person. It was as if the world had been emptied, leaving only me and the echoes of my own footsteps.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the hallway with purposeful strides. My heart leaped into my throat as I recognized Xavier approaching me. Fear surged through my veins, igniting a primal instinct to escape his presence. Without hesitation, I turned on my heels and broke into a desperate run.

My feet pounded against the cold, unforgiving floor as I raced down the seemingly endless corridor. The air became heavy with my quickening breaths, mingling with the sound of my racing heartbeat.

Panic consumed me as I realized I couldn't shake off Xavier's pursuit. His face twisted with a mixture of cruelty and something darker, something that sent shivers down my spine.

No matter how fast I ran, the distance between us remained constant. It felt like a twisted game, an eternal chase through the never-ending corridors. My legs ached, my lungs burned, and still, I couldn't outrun the specter of Xavier's presence.

The hospital seemed to morph and shift, trapping me within its labyrinthine maze. The walls closed in, becoming suffocating, and the flickering lights cast eerie shadows that danced mockingly around me. Just as despair threatened to consume me, a jolt of pain surged through my body. I thrashed and kicked, fighting against an invisible force that restrained me. The sound of my own voice echoed in my ears as I realized I was screaming.

Suddenly, a male voice broke through the chaos, accompanied by strong muscled hands holding me down. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the concerned gaze of a young man with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The lines of worry etched on his face softened as he saw me awake and aware.

"Anna, it was just a bad dream," he said gently, his voice filled with reassurance. "You're safe now. I won't let anything harm you."

I took a moment to steady my breathing, the remnants of fear slowly dissipating. The room around me came into focus, and I realized I was back in my hospital bed, surrounded by the familiar sterile environment.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.