Sub-Consciousness || KNJ✓

Chapter-3.

And instead of any food, she found herself in-taking the fluids, having her intravenous therapy. How was life so unfair when she can't eat but had to anyhow feed her body through liquids. A whole tube stuck inside her viens, in order to let her body be stable and back to normal, to put in some strength in her muscles and bones.

Doctors said she have become weak within. But she knew she wasn't only weak but totally dead. She again wished if the doctor would see that instead and numb her body and heart, stop it from beating and pumping blood out for her body in order to just move around physically.

She didn't know how much low was she falling anymore, her health, both mentally and physically had surely ruined and she was just breathing just because she had to anyhow.

At this point when she had woken up here in the hospital, she was surprised that her parents infact took the initiative and brought her here, not believing it since she thought they might as well leave her to die in the kitchen back.

And why didn't they? They should have! Why did they even saved her? Because she regretted opening her eyes and to see that she's still alive. If her parents hated her that much then why did they cared to bring her to the hospital? They should have just let her die there.

Atleast that would make them and her, both equally happy?

The more she laid there, the more the thoughts begin to form, and in a torturous way had corrupted her mind even more, into a dangerous poison which was slowly draning her will and spreading across her already tired and exhausted body.

And the more she stared at nothing in particular, her eyes became blur, a tear or two flowing down from the corner of her eyes but she was unfazed. The smell of medicines and fluids were like some toxic gases which were hitting her guts even more, feeling suffocated there too.

How can a person be this weak? That they have no will to even blink away their tears? That they want to close their eyes forever and never wake up? To see death as the only option to end everything? How cruel must life be to them to have a thought as such?

Physical wounds would heal and get better eventually but what about the mental health of the person who's all good with the body? Does anyone have a power to see through that person's mind and know what actually goes in their head and life? A person so healthy can die just because they weren't doing good mentally.

But a person can always live good having both their mental and physical state in balance.

Here both were getting ruined in her case. Forget about her physical health, who would fix her up mentally? She felt like her brain had been stabbed multiple times before again fitting it inside her skull just to show that she have a brain too.

An injured one it may be but she does.

She also have a heart which only beats to stay put and let her survive, cracked and punctured completely.

Bruised and torn apart into shreds.

Now what can she do with those shreds?

Nothing....

"People heal, you have more time to understand that" she heard that voice which had echoed through her ears, letting her eyes avert besides, finding the same guy seated there, with a small smile on his calming face.

She just stared at him, trying to comprehend if he was for real or not at how he just comes in front of her out of nowhere, leaving her confused. She do remembers how she had attacked him before and had blacked out completely after that, but here he was again, in the hospital, sitting there instead of her any parents, as she had expected them to see.