Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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School bell clancked through the hallway, allowing all the students to find their ways out of the classrooms as I stayed in my place, glancing at the teacher who's been gathering some assignment papers.
Should I go talk to him?
I'm worried that I might mess up everything.
He might think I'm crazy or mentally ill.
Maybe if I gave him the hint that my situation is very complicated and serious he might actually feel that I'm not just playing around.
I'm gonna do it.
I've got nothing to lose. I already lost everything.
I pulled the courage to advance as I stood in front of him, receiving no observation.
"Ahem-.." I slightly coughed getting his attention.
"Yes, Miss Evelyn?" he nodded looking down, still collecting papers.
This man is so formal. I hate it.
"Evelyn, just Evelyn." I clarified.
He disturbingly looked at me as he stopped what he was doing. "Yes, Evelyn?" he sighed as a hint of impatience.
"I have something that I need to tell you" I muttered.
"I'm kind of busy now, maybe later?" he unconcernedly continued checking the assignments.
"But it's something seriously urgent." I spookily whispered, receiving his attention again.
"How?" he questioned with confusion.
"It's a matter of life or death." I whispered dramatically and he actually fell for it as I saw his eyes widen.
"Say no more," he paused wandering the whole classroom as he checked that no one was there but the two of us.
He then picked up a paper note, writing on it his address, "Meet me at six pm." he whispered, so invested. "Don't tell anyone that you're coming at my place." he added.
I uneasily nodded and took his address, receiving a shoulder pat from him. He grabbed his work bag and left the classroom.
Did he just invite me to a one night stand or what?
Or is he an FBI agent who secretly wants to interrogate me?
Or maybe he's a murderer who found the opportunity to kidnap me, murder me and he took it.
Whatsoever, I'm not going to this man's house alone, or at all.
