Hate You Not

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (Part 1)

MALVINA:

My body feels heavy and tired. It’s as if I have been stabbed that I feel a dull ache on my abdomen…oh wait, I did.
A cold sweat breaks through my body, I try to open my eyes, the memories from earlier floods my mind.
Ronan. Where is he? Is he okay?

I peel open my eyelids to a partially dark room. Moonlight filters into the dark room through the gaps in the curtains. The rustling of sheets fills the silent space, as I try to move my body.

“Ouch!” I look at the IV attached to the back of my palm, the liquid inside, drips at continuous intervals.

I finally manage to raise my body, wincing, I put my feet down on the soft carpet.
I advance towards the window and pull the curtains away as slowly and quietly as possible.

It revealed a picturesque view of the London borders. A stretch of vast land, lined with  dense forestation meets a faraway cityline.The sky is clear with the moon and stars visible.

I place my hand on the tall window frame and it accidentally slides open. A gust of cold wind blows through my hair, reminding me of the approaching winters.

I step out into the balcony and look down, my breath hitches. It’s so high up, that the ground seems a lifetime away. There’s no way one can enter through this balcony or leave through it. The only exit is -I look behind- the door.

I step back inside and slid the door close. I walk around the room, that’s when I actually notice how huge it is.

A large bed, placed in the centre, backed against the wall. A rather simple but classy furniture setup occupies the room.

It looks like those  rooms you would see in a classy show about the lifestyle of rich people.

Except it doesn't. It is different in the sense that each corner feels like him. It's like even this room has a personality of its own.

I walk towards the dark wooden side table, next to the bed.  I notice a bowl of water with a wet towel in it. Did he…take care of me while I was sleeping?

Something warm pools in my belly and my heart speeds up a few paces. Is it the side effects of the medicines? I sigh.

My eyes fall on the deep colour of the wall in front of me. The colour isn't quite detectable in the darkness, but I am sure it's  or a deep shade of green.

I touch the soft duvet, it's a light colour, compared to the rest of the bedding.

The earlier events register in my mind. So he did put me in his room. He did come to save me. I find my answer in  the evident woody, fresh forest fragrance.
I feel my lips pulling at the edges as I remember, ‘I am here,baby.’

The air in this room carries a soft version of his cologne. Everything in this room feels like…him, somehow.

I look around, my hands accidentally knocking over a glass decorative piece. The expensive artefact shatters into a thousand, glistening pieces, leaving behind a sharp piercing sound.

“Oh no!” I immediately fall on my hunches and start gathering the pieces.

A throbbing pain blooms in my temple, a hazy memory plays in front of my eyes and I do nothing but watch it play in front of me like a movie.

A flower vase falls on the ground and breaks into a thousand pieces. Water seeps through the broken pieces, a bunch of bright white roses scatter all over the floor.

A young girl crouches down and starts gathering the pieces in a haste. One piece, two piece..her face morphs in pain, when a fresh trail of blood appears on her hands.