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.
"I'm so sorry about that. Is just that.... I've been...busy.." I withdrew myself from her grip and stuttered trying to think of a possible way to convince her.
"Really?? You couldn't even squeeze out time to say 'hi' or something" she shook her head in disappointment.
"Look who I found" a familiar voice interrupted. My eyes met with him and I was excited and thankful he came at the right time.
"Hi" I waved and smiled at him avoiding Clara piercing gaze.
"Hey, I was heading to the lecture hall when I saw you from a distance and decided to say 'hi'. He explained.
"That's so nice of you, Clara meet Jason my mo...oo...oomm's friend son" it was difficult for me to call her mom but I just had to play cool. "Jason meet Clara, my sister," I said. "From another mother" I added when I saw the confused look on his face.
"It's nice to meet with you," he said to Clara and offered to shake hands with her she scoffed at him and left not sparing me a glance.
What's wrong with this girl.
"Forgive her for my sake, she's not always like that. She's just not in her best today" I explained to Jason and he nodded in understanding.
"How's your mom," he asked. I became tensed beads of sweat were running down my face. My hands and legs became numb.
"Stephanie!!" He called out waving at my face. "You spaced out" he added.
I smiled and muttered a 'sorry.
"It's nothing. You've not answered my question tho" he stated.
"Yeah, uhmmmm, what's the question again" I smiled nervously.
"How's your mom," he asked again.
"Oh, mo...oo..ooomm is fine" I sputtered.
"What is going on with you? You space out when I mentioned 'mom'. Do you need help?" He asked concern and care laced in his voice.
I let out a nervous laugh.
"I'm fine, it's just my thoughts getting the best of me now, that's all" I deciphered.
"What happened to your wrist," he asked looking at my wrist. He reached out to caress it and I flinched.
"Uhmmm, I...in..jured...myself...wh..il..e..cooking" I stammered.
What's with the stammering and feeling uncomfortable today?
He looked at me like he knew I was telling a lie.
"My mom works as a pathologist, and she taught me how to decipher between a self-inflicted injury and a normal one. What's going on, feel free to talk to me about it? Your secrets are always safe with me." He said. I wanted to believe him and tell him everything but I just can't.
I looked at my wristwatch and it was almost time for lectures to begin.
"It's time for lecture and I wouldn't want to be late" I ran to the lecture hall not sparing him another minute.
Students were already seated in the hall but it was still boisterous. I looked around searching for an empty seat, I let out a sigh of relief after finding one. I sat down near the window and rummaging the environment for Clara. We studied the same course so it's obvious that she was gonna be in the hall. I caught a glimpse of her where she sat at the front, she turned and our eyes met and she frowned. The seat close to me was vacant, I placed my jotter and pen on my table waiting for the lecturer to enter the hall. I bowed my head down and began to reflect on my awkward meeting with Jason.
He knew that my injury was self-inflicted, why can't he mind his business. How could I have forgotten to cover the scar the way I used to.
I caress my wrist absentmindedly, I remember what happened that day.
After mom informed me about dad and my brothers, I ran to my room and locked the door. I was breathing rapidly like someone who just ran a 300m race. I wanted to calm myself but I didn't know how, it was as if my heart was being squeezed by invisible hands. A thought popped up in my mind, I remembered my classmate saying she cut herself to relieve herself from pain. I scoured my dressers for a blade after some minutes I found one, it was still new. The blade in my hands shone brightly, without thinking I cut my wrist. I thought it was going to be painful but no, instead the stinging effect of the blade calmed me down. My breath slowed down a little bit and...
"Stephanie"!! Someone called. I looked up and saw it was Jason. I mentally rolled my eyes.
" Yeah, what" I yelled. I hoped I didn't sound rude.
"Why are you spying on me, don't you have lectures to attend? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I screamed in anger. All eyes were on me and I didn't care.
I folded my hands waiting for a reply.
"Spying on you? I'm having government now. That's what is on my timetable. This is the only seat left, I came to know if it's taken. Why the fuss??" He yelled back.
I was shocked.
"Settle down everyone and let's get straight to the business of the day" The government lecturer informed.
He settled down looking pissed off. I wanted to apologise but I was nervous to do so.
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