Living Lifelessly

Chapter 13

Arthur

My eyes are glued to the clock hanging on the wall, as I am lying on the floor trying to think of how to get myself out of this shit.

I shift my gaze to my hands. Just the thought of taking someone's life with them is giving me goosebumps.

How can I just forget the first rule of medicine: Do No Harm.

I didn't realise that I had tears in my eyes until they fell on my hands.

I quickly wipe my them and get up from the floor when I hear someone opening the door.

It's Dr. Sarah.

"So, have you decided?"

She stands in front of me, as she adjusts her glasses.

"That's none of your business," I try to walk away but she stops me in my way.

"It is my business Dr. Hart, in case you don't know I am not an ordinary doctor here, all the doctors here work under me, I am the head here-"

"Oh just shut up,"

I push her aside but instead of backing off she grabs my arm.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She yells. "I can't believe you've still got that little attitude of yours."

I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling annoyed and irritated. I know that I shouldn't be saying what I am going to say next but I can't stop now.

"You know what Dr. Fucking Sarah," I step closer until there's no distance between us. "I really wanna ask you something."

I can see sweat forming on her face and to make the situation worse, I lean closer.

"Why did you spend all those years working your ass off in med school when a gold digger bitch like you could easily find so many other ways to satisfy her needs. No?"

A smile makes it way to my face as I watch her face turn bright red.

"I know truth hurts," I move away as she resumes her breathing. Without saying anything else, she runs out of the room.

I never knew that this side of me also existed.
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"Boss wants to talk to you, come on."

I take a deep and long breath before following Carter.

I feel a blazing fire burning inside me as I lock eyes with Paul, who is sitting in a large room with his men accompanying him.

He lights up his cigarette and leans back in his seat.

"How's my surgeon doing?"

I don't reply, just keep looking in his eyes. Never have I felt so raged in my life before. His burning stare is bringing the other side of me out.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point. What did you choose, your family or your stupid profession?"

He gets up and blows off the smoke right on my face, making me cough.

Bastard.

"My profession." I finally speak after a long pause. His eyes widen as soon as my words reach his ears.

"Is this your final decision?"

"It is, do whatever fuck you wanna do but I won't change my mind. I am not even scared of dying at this moment,"

He laughs, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"I know death doesn't scare you, so now you'll see how I make this life even scarier for you, Dr. Hart."
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                        3rd Person

Mr and Mrs Hart were in the police station when the news broke out on television.

Son of the nationwide famous businessman Mr. Hart, Dr. Arthur Hart, a surgery intern at the Lenox Hill was arrested today as he was found involved in human organ trafficking.

The police arrested him, along with his other partners, and he is being transferred to Metropolitan Correctional Centre.

The involvement of the hospital staff has not been confirmed yet, but Dr. Arthur already admitted being involved in the illegal shipping of organs.

The whole world collapsed for the couple as they heard the news. Although they knew that their son was being accused, they were sure he couldn't do anything like that but what they didn't know was that the upcoming years were going to be the most tough period of their lives.
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After 3 years

Arthur

Have you ever thought what death feels like?

Do you ever think about what happens when we die?

Do you ever wonder what is that feeling when your soul is leaving your body?

To be precise, death isn't when your soul leaves your body or when you stop breathing. Death is when you stop believing.

And it's been three years now since I stopped believing.

Three years now since I've been locked up in this cell, for the crime that I never committed.

But what hurts more is that not even once, in these three years, anyone came to check on me. Not even my parents. Does that mean they believed what they saw on the news. Atleast I deserve a chance to prove myself right.

This is so pathetic. I've done everything that I could, I shouted for help but these cops would always find a way to shut me up. And then, it took me a little time though, but I finally came to realise that all these people have already sold themselves to that mother fucker Paul.

There are seven days in a week, thirty in a month, three hundred and sixty-five in a year which makes it a one thousand and ninety-five in three years. Every second that I've spent here has been as heavy as a century for me, I guess death really would've been a better option but then again I question myself, do you still think that you are alive Arthur?

This is the reality of life, as long as you please people you are a hero but the moment someone points a finger at your reputation, the same people make you a zero.

I remember in schools they use to teach us, honesty is the best policy. Well, fuck it, life would've been much easier if they didn't teach us stupid stuff like that.

If you're someone who knows me you'd probably be surprised by this but then again one thousand and ninety-five days locked up in darkness are more than enough to change your perspective on everything.

Yes, everything.

I don't even remember the last time I ate good food or dressed up or looked myself in the mirror. This is my life now, everything is over.

"Get up, you're released on bail."