Stories

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Blog 2.1 A Short Story

“You are, and always have been, my dream.”
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook 

IT’S JUST A DREAM

            I opened my eyes and saw myself lying in a taciturn hospital room. I was alone without any clue what’s going on. What happened to me? I had so many questions but no one was around to answer me and more importantly, who am I? That was one thing I should know myself but I didn’t. 

I don’t know what to do so I just tried to sit up feeling some horrible pain on my head. I observed my room with such curiosity that I even noticed the coiffure of the room. I saw a huge cupboard leaning beside the wall on my left side and on top of it is a cup of coffee with a small bitten canapé. Maybe someone was here even before I woke up. I just stayed sitting on the bed with white blankets covering me when I heard someone’s footsteps coming near. I heard a woman talking with a doctor, I suppose.

“Ma’am, you know that we did resuscitate her at that time. It’s been six months already, aren’t you going to let her rest in peace.” I heard a man saying. I think they have stopped to talk at the door so I lied down and placed on my head on the pillow with my position before. I continued to eavesdrop on their conversation, though.

“You know that we’re affluent, right? That is not to boast to you, and you know that we can get any accommodation we want for my daughter. You don’t know how, I, her mother, feel that maybe she’ll wake in a few days or even today. We just can’t let her die! She’s so crazy for doing this because of that!” I heard the woman weeping loudly. Is she my mother? Well, probably she is, but, what did I do?

“Calm down, ma’am. You should get your things now and go home. Don’t worry, your daughter is safe.” I heard him say as I see them entering the door to my room. They haven’t seen me awake though so I closed my eyes and acted like I was really sleeping. 

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 5 am already. Did I fell asleep last night? I can’t even remember seeing them go out of my room. I sat up without feeling any ache. Feeling some kind of ennui, I, just suddenly felt an eagerness to go out of this room and see the world outside. I feel nauseous with this cord giving air through my nose. I didn’t notice someone coming, or any footsteps, but then my door just suddenly opened up. An ephebe who was wearing a huge headphone while carrying a black plastic bag entered and saw me with a look of surprise all over his face. I was staring directly at him and he slapped his face suddenly. “Are you really awake already?” He started talking then waved his right hands to me as if I don’t see him. “Hey lady, can’t you see me? You’re a very garrulous girl but don’t be such a coy right now.” 

I didn’t say anything and just locked my eyes on the young man. He continued to walk and placed the plastic bag in top of the cupboard. Something was there last night, right? Who cleaned the mess last night? Never mind, it doesn’t matter anyways. But then, the man whom I don’t even know took two cans of beer from the plastic. “Want to quaff some beer?” he threw one at me and I managed to catch it, but that was not on purpose. “You’re drinking alcohol at 5 in the morning? And who are you by the ways?” I suddenly blurted out what I wanted to say. “Hey, fastidious woman, don’t tell me, you’re having amnesia or something. Wait, are you suffering from a mental outbreak, huh?” He started to ask me something nonsensical. “I’m serious, you knave.” I yelled. “You never change, no matter what, hope to see you soon, hag. Your mother might say that we’re having a tryst.” He said while smiling before he turned back and left, leaving me with the can of beer in my hands. My tears just started to fall to my cheeks as I remember him and everything that I did to myself, knowing that I’ll never see him again.




 
 

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