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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Leaning my face into the bathroom's sink, I splash cold water across every inch of it, letting it wash away every misery of my very being, letting it massage the roots of my flawed brain.
I tilted my head up, drops of water studying the space of my eyes and cheeks. I gaze at myself in the mirror, hair messy and dark enough to fade me through my thoughts.
You're not delusional. I try to convince myself.
You're not mentally ill. I try to regain my hope.
You do not surrender. I try to contain myself and the demons inside me.
Was it ever real?
Was is just imaginary?
I leaned my hands on the sink, staring into the deepest core of my soul.
Am I even human? Do I truly exist?
I can't tell the difference anymore.
I can't tell if Mikhail exists or if I'm the one who doesn't.
There's no way I'm normal, and when I say that, I mean on a spiritual level. This is not about mentality, this is bigger than anything I could think of. This is messed up in so many ways I can't handle, it's ripping me apart.
Because I've been through so much with him that proves it wasn't just in my head. It was real.
His touch. His voice. His gaze. His soul, I can feel it everywhere I go.
So where are you? And why are you doing this to me?
"Are you okay?" I heard the professor asking behind the bathroom's door.
"Yeah." I opened it, drying my face with a towel. "Trying to process all of this." I forced a smile.
He hopefully nodded with a smile, in his hands was a cup of coffee and a book. "There's something much more complicated I'm gonna need you to process." He said, gesturing me to follow him.
I swallowed hard. I don't think I'm able to process anything else after what just happened. "Why did you come back for me?" I found myself questioning.
"I was worried about you." He said and then took a sip of his coffee. "I had a bad feeling earlier."
"What about the doctor you kidnapped?" I narrowed my eyes, not believing he came back to check on me. "I ruined your career by exposing your secret. How can you ever forgive that?"
"You were right, Evelyn." He sighed, and scratched the back of his neck. "That scandal you caused to me made me realize that I shouldn't have been a coward, I shouldn't have hid myself in the dark. I have capability for a lot of things, I just need to believe in it."
