𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞

⊱𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖⊰

Nari

She visited quite often. Maybe two or three times a week whilst I was at the hospital. Sometimes she came with food sometimes without. Other times she came with gifts and cards from people at work. I wonder what it would be like if I went back. Would I still have my job? Would the scars change everything? I have considered laser scar treatment but it's quite expensive and I doubt my mother would pay for the expenses even though she was the one who forced me into the industry.

I mean I did love the job, I really did. I loved being a canvas for other people so that they could express their love for art in the way that they needed to. I loved seeing the variation of trends and styles throughout the seasons. I loved the feel of the different fabrics against my skin. I loved it. But I can't help but think: where would I be if I could choose my own path?

Similar thoughts ran in loops around my head until my train of thought was broken by someone's voice. It was Eun-Jae.

"Nari?" She called out. "Were you even listening to me?" When did she get here? She looked annoyed... What happened?

I stared at her, sort of lost in my own head. I kept thinking about my Mother. I didn't want to. But she was just there... In my mind... She hadn't even visited me once and yet I'm still thinking about her... Why?

"Nari!" I heard Eun-Jae call out again.

"Y-yeah?" I stammered. "What were you saying?"

She sighed, before repeating herself.

"The doctor says that you're ready to be discharged now as your healing really well." She explained.

"On okay..." I nodded. I feel like I should be happier about this but I'm not. I was kind of dreading going home. My Mother probably wouldn't care and if she did it would it would be about the car. My sister would only show the slightest bit of concern and probably has her own things to deal with. And my Father. My Father was probably back in Thailand. With his business, basically farming for money whilst he leaves his family behind.

"Nari you okay?" Eun-Jae asked, standing up from her seat. "I have to go now but your parents should be on the way soon, I think the hospital has called them already."

I nodded in response and she left. Leaving me in stiff, thick silence. I really didn't want to go home but I guess I had to. Sighing heavily, I slowly got out of bed and began gathering my things into a bag the hospital had gave me. My stuff was still covered in blood, reminding me on the accident and the sudden painful impact of the other car hitting me. I shuddered at the thought, trying my best to limp over to my bed and sit down. Doubting that either of my parents were even on the way to pick me up I decided to call my sister. At first she didn't pick up but she did the second time I called.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Yeah uhm, the hospital called a while ago saying that I was discharged can you order an uber please, and bring me some clothes. I can transfer you for some money for the uber-"

"No it's okay I'll be there in a bit." And with that she hang up. She sounded mad? I hope I wasn't bothering her.

Around an hour later she finally arrived. She walked into the room holding a small bag with a black hoodie, grey sweatpants and trainers. I got changed as quickly as I could despite the cast on my arm. Just before I left a nurse came in with a crutch for my ankle. I hobbled out, my sister a couple of paces ahead, as I followed her out of the hospital where the uber was waiting for us outside and we finally embarked on the silent journey back home.

When we finally got home, my sister went upstairs and I went into the living room. I dropped myself on to the sofa, sighing heavily, dropping the bags and crutch on the floor next to me. I heard someone walking behind me and I turned and looked behind me to see my Mother.