Scarred ✔

six

.six.

"Will she be okay?" I asked the doctor, my voice void of any emotion. My fists were clenched tightly and I longed to vent my anger by punching something.

"Yes. She needs to be taken care of. But please make sure that this doesn't happen again."

"What happened here, exactly?" I asked.

"She fainted because she had abruptly stopped taking her medication," he explained. "Stopping the use of medication is a gradual process; you have to reduce it's use slowly. Not all of a sudden, the way she did."

She didn't, doc. I did.

There were no words that could explain how guilty I was feeling right then. I hid her meds to help her; it turned out to be such a big mistake!

"Tell me. Has she been experiencing stomach ache? Or vomiting? Dizziness spells of any sort?" he asked me, and I felt a deep pit form in my stomach.

It felt as though someone had sucked all the air out of my lungs.

"Yes," I choked out. "Is that bad?"

The doctor shook his head in disappointment. "Yes! All of this is the effect of not taking medication for so long. Maybe losing consciousness was an eye-opener."

"Of course."

Just then, I felt something stir and I looked to my right, seeing her opening her eyes slowly.

My brain told me to go and sit beside her, but my feet didn't allow me. They were rooted to the spot, refusing to inch towards her.

"You're awake," I said simply.

"What happened?" she groaned, trying to sit up but not quite succeeding. She just slumped down again on the bed.

"Please close the curtains," she sighed, covering her face with her hands, trying to block the light in the room.

I chuckled. "It's almost 8 PM. It's the light in the room."

I went and switched on small table lamp, turning off the main light after that.

"I think she'll be fine. I'll be going now," the doctor said with a smile.

I led him out, paying him his fees.

As soon as I returned to the room, I faltered in my steps as I saw her shoulders shaking; her knees were closed against her chest and I frowned, hearing her sob loudly.

"What's the matter?"

"I want it to end. The pain. I want it to end."

I didn't answer, just took a silent step towards her; she was unaware of my actions, seeing as her face was buried in her hands.

"Please," she whimpered and finally looked up at me, her bottom lip quivering delicately. Her entire body shook and I saw the fingers of her feet curling inwards.

She brought her hands to the sleeves of her t-shirt and fisted them tightly, her eyes bloodshot, mascara running down her face.

"Please let me do it. Let me end the pain."

End my pain . . .

"I'll do it. I want all of this to end."

Me too.

"I can't take it anymore. I just can't."

End this . . .

My heart hammered really fast as I sat down in front of her, slowly gripping her trembling hands in my steady ones.

She flinched as my fingers travelled across one of the many scars on her arms.

My eyes found a fresh-looking scar and I realized that it was a recent one.

Malicious thoughts clouded my brain and my finger grazed longer on that particular scar.

Without thinking twice, I pressed my finger firmly on it, feeling oddly satisfied after hearing her scream.

Her hand retracted spontaneously and quickly away from mine as she cradled her arm.

"What are you doing!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry," I mumbled, faking an apologetic look and then as quick as lightening, I pressed another one of her scars, causing her to cower away from me, fear clouding her eyes.

"If you want to end it all, first endure this pain," I said in a low voice, my impassive eyes boring into her fearful ones.

Then the very same pair of eyes which earlier held fear in them, now widened in extreme shock; I left the room, glad that I had made one thing clear.

I wanted to end this as much as she did.

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