WANTED

Chapter 22

I woke up to the sound of beeping, the sound was so annoying, "turn it off" I grumbled.

I don't know what happened after I passed out but I had an inkling of where I just where I might be, stupid hospital, damn, I hate hospitals, the smell of drugs and having to see people suffering, it just isn't a good place to be.

I made an attempted to sit up, but someone held my shoulders holding me down, "Rest, the doctor said you shouldn't stress," I heard Matthew's worried voice before I even attempted to open my eyes, as I pry my eyes open I was greeted by the blinding light in the room, so I quickly closed them back, "turn off the lights" I said as I opened my eyes again gently till I could adjust to the light before fully opening them.

"Hey," I said to Matthew, but instead of answering, he took me into a hug, he worries too much, I'm fine now, there's nothing for him to worry about.

"You always like to make me worry, don't you?" he asked as he patted my head like a kid.

" First you acted super woman last night, and scared the shit out of me and today you just fainted, like hell when I got the call I was thinking the worst, thank God you're okay," he said before resting his chin on my head. We stayed like for a while before he realized he was supposed to inform the nurse I'm awake.

I was later told that I had a panic attack that was triggered by something, of course I knew what the something or rather someone was, but what if I saw wrong? what if it was all my imagination? But my mind keeps telling me I knew what I saw.

I was discharged after Matthew made sure I was totally okay because he refused to let me leave saying he didn't want another fainting episode, but after much conviction from the doctor that I was okay and only needed rest he finally agreed and we made the necessary payment and left the hospital.

Through the drive home I kept thinking, several times Matthew would turn to me to ask if I'm okay and I'll just wave him off telling him I'm fine, but I wasn't, not after seeing that person, the last person I expected to see.

Without asking them to, memories came running back in my head.

It was thirteen years ago, back then I was ten years old and still a little girl, we were having a family dinner on the 16th of February 2009, when our house was being attacked, I remember young Gabriel carrying me away to safety, the thought of that brings guilt to my heart because of what I've done, he must be facing so much trouble because of me, but there was nothing I could do.

That same night was the night I was told my mother died, I cried like any normal ten year old would, for days I stayed locked up in my room, I refused food brought to me, my father would stay in bed with me but it didn't work, I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I didn't have a mum, there was no funeral held because my dad said the killers must have taken my mom's body in order to make us hurt more.

I remember my little self back then as I took one of my mom's picture and made my way to her favorite garden, I took a spade and dug the ground then I buried the picture inside covering the ground, I covered it with her favorite flowers, I sat down there for hours crying wishing my mom would be brought back to me, but that wish never came to pass.

My mom was gone and I knew that.

Losing her made me hold on to the little piece of her I had left, which was the pictures we had of her, I memorized every inch of her face, if I was a good artist I'd draw her perfectly without looking at any picture, that was how well I had my mom's face in my head, her smile, her eyes, the shape of her face, everything.

Just imagine the shock you'll get of seeing someone you never expect to see again, I know some people say we are made two in this world, but no matter how two people look alike there's always something that would differentiate them, nobody can tell me that the person I saw isn't my mother, even a clone cannot look that perfect every feature, the same, even if it was surgery.