Horror And Mystery Stories
Get Out of My Body!

Slowly, I could feel where I was. The smell of drugs, the sound of medical equipment, and the conversation of some people near where I was lying. No more anesthetizing, and I'll be up in a minute.

“Doc, he's sober!” exclaimed a woman, who I then realized was a mother. My eyes were already open, looking at the people around me in confusion.

The doctor approached me with his friendly face. It made me feel more comfortable.Mama and papa were beside him, with a face that suddenly realized the princess only wayangnya already awake.

The doctor then removed the breathing apparatus on my face, so I could talk.

“Sayang. You're up! You know mom and dad are so worried about you!” my mother exclaimed with pleasure. Papa, though he did not speak, but he also nodded happily.

It moved me, and made me forget the harsh reality that they were divorced. My gaze then turned to papa, who even showed me an unpleasant look. I can understand it.

I realize, papa's attitude may be due to our relationship that is not too good since I discovered him cheating with aunt Jule. Which eventually led to a divorce with the mother at that time. It was the worst moment of my life, which finally accelerated the death of my old heart, which had not been normal since I was born.

Oh, goddamn. Thinking of that bastard Jule makes my new heart beat with rage. It makes the heart activity scanner screen next to me move more actively. The doctor gasped for changes on the screen.

“You okay, Vira?” ask doctor. My parents beside him were worried.

“Ahhh... where am I?” Faintly, a voice I did not know its origin suddenly appeared. It made me not answer the doctor's questions directly.

“Vira?” repeat doctor.

“Oh. Yes, I am fine, kok,” I replied, grimacing in shame.

“I'm alive?” The voice appeared again. This time I was curious

“There is a sound, deh. You guys hear?” my many.

“Votes? There is nothing tuh, dear,” said mama.

“Why can't I move? Why this?” say that voice. It was like the voice of a woman.

“It. Just now like someone said, ‘why can't I move,’” said, half scared.

“Sayang.” Mama approached me. He put his hand on my cheek, so I could lean there. His face was so worried about me. “That's probably because you just regained consciousness, honey. There is no sound here,” said mama calms me down. She looked up to the doctor and to Papa, asking for approval.

“You need a break, Vira. Psychological condition after just being aware of the operation is often less stable,” said the doctor, approving mama.

I was stunned, and nodded. I'm trying to convince myself that I can't go crazy for a new heart transplant.

“Heart transplant? Don't-don't.. You're my donor recipient? I should have died. But why am I here?” the voice of the woman again. Why does he know my mind? I, the only person who could hear that voice shivered in fear.

Finally, I asked myself to speak with that voice. “So you donated your heart to me?” thought asking.

“Iya,” answer.

“Who are you?”

But the woman's voice did not answer. Instead what appeared were new images and new understandings in my head: the woman's face (or the girl's because she looked so young in my mind), the girl's name, the girl's name, up to the short profile. It's his memory, and I can access it, just as he can access my memory. You could say our consciousness has both been fused.

And this girl in my head is called Dara

“Do you ghost... Dara?” I was half scared.

“I don't know..” the answer surprised me.

“But you died, and got into me through that heart transplant,” I argue.

“Maybe I am a ghost, and trapped in this body. But I'm also confused, because I don't have control of this body.”

“My body,” I said affirming. “And you have to get out soon!”

“OK. This is your body. But listen. I also didn't think it would be this. I thought I was going to die, or maybe go to the afterlife. But it turns out I woke up and saw everything through your eyes, hearing through your ears. I've been trapped here with my heart, ”.

“Because of that you have to come out!” I cried out with my mouth, not through my mind. I immediately closed my mouth with my hand. My irritation and fear of this ghost has made me lose control. Some of the people in this room saw me.

“Nona? You okay?” ask a nurse, who was feeding an elderly woman with Alzheimer's.

“Oh. Yeah, I'm fine, sus. Sorry, I was released. I'm just as irritated as flies. I want the fly to leave here. Sorry,” I said very embarrassed. The sister replied with a smile.

“You shouldn't be like that,” Dara said in my head.

“That's because of loe,” I reply.

“OK, Vir. That way. I was clear. I think I'm trapped in your body with my heart. And I guess I won't be able to get out unless my heart comes out, too. How?” inexplicably.

Deg. I shrieked hearing it. Suddenly, I held my left chest where Dara's heart was. It felt a bit painful, because it had not been operated on for a long time.

“Where? You understand, Vir,” Dara said in a desperate tone.

“Yes, Lord!” I whispered alone.