CAPTIVE

Chapter 4

Anonymous's Pov

Beep! Beep!! Beep!!!

The man lying on the hospital bed struggled to open his eyes. He's been in a coma for three years now.

I watched him at a distance as he surveyed the environment. He held his head in pain and screamed, I rushed to meet him and calm him down.

"Are you ok, sir?" I asked after a few minutes of trying to calm him down.

The look on his face was baffling.

"Who are you? Where is this place? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

Woah!!!

"Calm down sir, I would answer your questions but I need you to comply, ok. Would you please do that for me? I asked politely.

He looked sceptical about it at first but nodded in affirmation.

"Do you remember anything?" I questioned, holding my pen ready to scribble everything he would say on his report card.

He closed his eyes and opened them in frustration.

"No, I can't. I can't." He wept bitterly and I felt for him.

"Not even your name? I asked with hope.

He shook his head in a 'no' form.

"alright, with time you will remember, ok. Just don't stress yourself. I will send a nurse to serve you breakfast." I comforted him.

I turned to leave but stopped when I heard him call out;

"But who are you," he asked.

"I'm __" I paused mid-sentence, our gazes altered as nurse Beatrice interrupted.

"We have an emergency ma'am" Nurse Beatrice informed and u nodded.

"We will continue some other time" I left to attend to the situation at hand.

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Stephanie's Pov.

I was happy to be in school after being held captive in that house for weeks. Mom or the devil agreed that I went back to college as a day student, I had no option other than to accept. It was better than staying at home 24/hr.

"Steph!!!!!" Someone yelled my name, I knew it was Clara, I've missed her. I turned back and saw her running in my direction.

"Clara!!" I yelled, running towards her. We hugged each other tightly.

"I've missed you" I whispered into her ears, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Same here" she released me. "I tried calling you but your number is always switched off. You hardly come online on WhatsApp or Instagram. I even tried calling your mom but it's always unavailable. I came by to visit you but no one was at home. I was worried about you, I thought you'd hurt yourself" she rambled on with unshed tears in her eyes and hugged me again.

Clara was my best friend, we've known each other since childhood. She was the sister I never had. She cared for me when I lost dad and my brothers, her parent treated me like their child. She talked me out of self-harming myself, we cried together, laughed together, we did everything together. She was practically everything I had. I wanted to open up to her and tell her all that has happened but I didn't want to risk her life. That psychopath might do something bad to her and her family.