CHAPTER 6
SOLOMON
I wake up feeling groggy with a pounding headache. As soon as I open my eyes, I see a white lady and her husband and a girl sitting in the room staring at me. I pinch myself really hard to make sure I am not dreaming. I close my eyes and open them again. They are all still here. This ain’t my bedroom. I see that I’m in a hospital room or something. I look down and see that I’m wearing like a gown. Suddenly the lady is at my bedside, “Oh Rhett! Thank God you are awake. We were all so worried about you! I can’t believe you fell down a flight of stairs and hit your head. How frightening!” The man is watching me more closely. He has a skeptical look on his face. “I’m not Rhett.” I say. “Oh no, he has AMNESIA!” The woman starts to cry. I stumble out of bed, keeping my back to wall. No way these people are seeing my black ass. I quickly go in the bathroom and shut the door. I lean over the sink and splash water in my face. My hands! Oh my God, my hands are white! I cannot for the life of me figure out what’s going on. I have no memories of last night and I have no idea who these people are in my room. I stand up and look in the mirror. I see Rhett Barben’s face with a black eye and a fat lip. I barely stop my fist from punching the mirror. I quickly turn around to see why he’s in the room with me. NOOO. I’m the only person in this tiny bathroom. I turn around again. I still see Rhett’s face in the mirror. What the HELL?
I want to shout. I want to start hitting things. I’m already in the hospital though. If I do any of these things, they might try to take me to the psyche ward. I have to play it cool. I sit down on the edge of the bathtub and try to think. What happened last night? What happened last night?!! I was with Tyrell. We were walking around. Then there was music and a club. Then I was fighting with Rhett and I wanted to kill him. I knocked him out. Then I ran off. And NOW I’m Rhett, which means he must be me. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? I need to find Rhett.
I open the door and come out. The lady is sobbing and her husband is patting her back. I don’t know what to do so I go and get back in the hospital bed. I look over and see that the girl has a backpack with her that has Scarlet on it. I take a chance. “Hey Scarlet.” She barely looks up from her phone. “Hey turd.” I guess Scarlet is her name.