Where We Left Off

Chapter 16

Mal made me try on multiples different types of outfits, and finally satisfied with a light red two-piece set. My bare feet step on to the same wooden box to look in the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I'm liking what I am seeing. I already have my hair and makeup done, all I need are the right pair of shoes and accessories. Mal curled my hair to create big curls and my makeup looks classy and little sexy, even my caramel skin looks glowy. My eyes have the cat effect and red lips. I didn't want to wear lipstick, so we agreed on a lipgloss instead. As I turned my body to the side, I instantly frowned, and feeling my eyes to starting tear up. I noticed my scar is showing right above my low-rise flow skirt, I quickly covered it with my hand and stepped off the block and yanked Mal to the side of the living room by the rejected pile of clothes. 

I hate my scar showing, because it's disgusting and it brings back bad memories that I still don't have full reconciliation what happened that night.

Five years ago...

"Hey Sweetie," I hear my mom speaking to me softly. 

There are blurring white lights blocking my view. My head is killing me, aches beating all round my skull, like it hit on something or somewhere really hard. I blinked my eyes a few more times until I finally seeing my mother in clear focus.

"Hey, hey," she gently cupping my cheeks, "I'm so happy you're finally awake." 

I want to speak but my face is so sworn, I can barely move my head but I am able to glanced around the room, there's white walls, and cream color furniture, with a giant window showing the morning skies. I see that Dr.Phil is on, I know hospitals offers the worst tv channels for the patients. I realized I'm wearing a white gown. Am I in a hospital? How did I end up in the hospital? What happened? I'm wanting to shake my head, but I am too irritated and nauseous right now. What ever drugs the doctors gave me is starting to fade way.

"I know, Sweetie, you're still not feeling well. You been in and out for past four days now. But this is longest you been awake," she explains, "Hey, easy. I'm going to get the doctor and grab your father." She can tell that I'm very uncomfortable and confuse about everything going on. She gives a tight squeeze of my hand before moving away from my bed. I wish I can move the rest of my body, luckily I'm gaining a little more feeling into my arms and legs. It's giving me enough strength to at least stretch out my stiffness out of my muscles. I can tell I haven't move anything in days. I glanced on the other side of me, there's the IV and other machines I'm hooked up to. I noticed there's dozen of flowers, get-well cards and little stuffed animals filling up the table and a chair. Wait, there's an envelop with written M. I know letter is from Jackson.

I just realized he's not in to the hospital room with me at all. Maybe, he's in the waiting room or something. I hope he's coming to visit me, god he's been worrying about me. Ughh, probably one of my parents have my phone, once they come back I'll ask them to reach him.   

I see my mom and dad rushing back into my room, with the doctor and nurse hot on their toes.

"Babygirl, you're still alive I see," my dad jokes, not funny enough to laugh with him. My mom smacks him back of his head for me. He rubs the spots where she smacked, having his other hand is hanging onto the rile of the hospital bed; I know he wants to give a hug or hold my hand but I can tell he thinks that any physical contact might hurt me. Yet, he's wrong, I'm still experiencing some numbness to my body. So I would love a hug from my daddy.

"You're not funny, Joe!" Mom said for me. I know she's too focus with me, than be annoyed with her ex-husband.

The nurse is checking the monitors, while the doctor checks the purse on wrist and mutters something about it sounds strong. Then he shines a small flashlight in my eyes, making me want to squirm. Why is his face so close to mine?