My Unfolding Story

7. Return

Tomorrow is Monday. I have to return to work. Whenever my weekend is over, I feel like not returning to the city. One thing, I miss my parents and another thing, I sleep peacefully here. No nightmares, no jump scares, just a peaceful sleep. But this time I want to run far away from here, somewhere very far which I know is impossible. The thought of getting married is scaring me. I have to pack my bags and leave. I just don't feel like doing anything. I kept on staring at the ceiling and nothing changed. I got up reluctantly, packed my things and went downstairs. "Mom, I'm leaving", I said when papa came out from the room. "My baby is leaving already", he said coming and hugging me. "Yeah papa! I have to", I said. I wanted to tell them that I am not ready for the wedding but I felt like I would hurt them. They have given me everything I need. So my heart stopped me from telling them how I felt. I just decided to stay quiet and told them 'bye' and left. Maybe that's the biggest mistake I did. I should have told them.

Will they even listen if I tell them? They have already started preparing themselves to be David's in-laws. All I heard the whole day was them talking about the venue, food menu and the expense for the wedding. Oh my goodness! Everything happened so fast. Yeah! David is a good man with a good family background, has his own business and stuff but I didn't feel the connection. I leaned against the window of the bus when the cool breeze hit me but I didn't bother to close it. All I need is to clear up my mind. I wanted to see Emma so badly. Some friends are like family that you tell them everything even if you hide it from your parents.

I rushed to my flat and Emma was waiting for me already. She knows my time. She opened the door and we screamed together in joy even though it's been only two days since I left. We, the girls are like that. So many things happened....I started telling her even before crossing the door step to enter inside. "Come, come, lemme hear", she said getting my bags from me. So sweet of her. I narrated everything to her and how I felt. She rubbed my back and said, "give it a try! Go for it girl", cheering me up. "It's not some kind of outfit or food to give a try Emma. It's my life", I said looking at her with a puppy face. She squeezed my cheek and told me that she knew but what if my parents were right. "Whatever! It's just like....I am unable to convince myself in this matter". Saying this, I sighed. I leaned against the couch, staring at the ceiling. "There you go again! You and your staring at the ceiling thing", she said knowing that I did it whenever I am upset.

"Okay. Leave it! Let's face whatever comes in our way! Alright", she said trying to cheer me up. This time she was successful as I agreed to keep everything aside and just focus on the present. "I have got the appointment", she said and handed me a form to fill up. "What is.." and then I remembered. "Did you tell your friend that it should be confidential?", I said looking at her. "Don't worry. No one is gonna know", she said and added, "consult him sooner. I want you to be okay".

I nodded. The next day, after work I went to the doctor's, I mean a psychiatrist. Emma suggested me that I should meet him to get rid of those horrible nightmares which are haunting me. I was a bit scared at first but he was friendly. After he checked me and made me narrate my condition, the first question he asked startled me. "Do you have the habit of taking drugs?" I was confused when he asked it. "No, no, I don't. I don't even drink", I said. He thought for a while and said, "it's strange. You're perfectly alright. The dreams... I mean are mostly your hallucination. Maybe it's because you are stressed or overworking. Do some meditation and no need for any medication. If it still persists, consult me again. Don't stress or overthink too much", he said and I was relieved to hear that. I came back home and told Emma about it and she too was happy. "See I told you. It's good to check with the doc. Now don't worry", she said arranging the table for dinner.

I was relieved a bit but what I don't know yet is someone is taking the picture of my reports from the hospital that I believed to be confidential that I didn't even want my parents to know. It is that person in that black hoodie whose evil smirk has a lot of untold stories behind it. But how did the person got access to get the reports.

Will it cause me trouble later?