"No!" She cried.
The haunting dream of someone stabbing her resurfaced in her subconscious mind.
But this time, after five years of utter nothingness something felt different.
Cinnamon, mint, woodsmoke and cocoa.
Soothing, it smelt extremely soothing.
"It's okay, I'm right here Ragini nothing's gonna happen..."
Angelic, that voice sounded angelic.
A hand appeared out of the blue.
Familiar, the hand looked familiar.
But as she tried to reached for it, it kept moving away, far far away.
She run after it, to touch it, to feel it, if only for once.
It was as if she was chasing a mirage.
An endless, devastating mirage.
Suddenly all the darkness around her faded away.
There was light all around, her eyes hurt and out of impulse she closed them. But this time the nothingness didn't take over.
The heart monitor started beeping at an unusual rate.
She could feel people move around her and suddenly the world faded back into darkness.
But this was not the same.
Thirteen hours later she was sitting on the hospital bed looking out of the window, with only one memory to recall, that scent, that hand and the voice.
Little did she know that all those belonged to her husband who died trying to save her in a car accident, but maybe he wasn't fast enough because the mugger had already stabbed her and help came in way too late.