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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'You're a mentally ill bitch. You're delusional.'
The haunting phrase leaped to my brain as my mind got filled with a formless dread, it was torture of the most ruthless kind, my body was too frailed for its moods as it felt overweighed by a jarring headache.
What if it was true?
What if everyone was right?
What if I'm delusional?
A painful sigh of hopelessness escaped my lips as I reached for my ringing phone and picked it up.
It was Mr. Ethan.
"Yes?" I murmured, tiredly.
"Where are you?" he asked with a worried tone that I've never noticed before. "We're supposed to be at the hospital after thirty minutes from now!"
"I'm not coming." I said as my voice cracked.
"Why?" his tone then was filled with confusion. "Are you sick or something?"
"Didn't you see the fight video?" I asked, hopelessly wanting to forget about it.
"I did." he sighed. "Is that the only reason why you're not coming? Did her words really affect you that much?!" he pathetically questioned and that got me feeling irritated.
"No I'm just-" I paused and sighed again, "Like you said, it's pointless. Maybe they already won." I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my forehead as I couldn't believe the fact that I was already giving up.
"Seriously, Evelyn?!" he snarled. "Are you going to toss it in this fast? We haven't even started yet!"
"What's the point?"
Yes I could give up, especially when everyone is coming after me, calling me mental and a liar. I can't take that shit. It's pitilessly humiliating.
"You got to stand up for yourself." he coldly stated.
"I already did, more than once, and I failed."
"Then you try again and again, until you get to be satisfied with the result." he encouraged.
"I don't think that's necessary now."
"It is necessary!"
I gritted my teeth as my blood boiled in defeat. He keeps asking me to try again and again. But it only gets me more weak and humiliating.
How could a person handle all of the odds that's against him and not give up?
