Knowing the unknown

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( Selma)

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( Selma)


"What on earth were you thinking?! Are you crazy?! Your parents put me in charge and you just let me down!"

"Not again" I say rubbing my face with my palm.

"Now you will have to stay here for more days!"

"Abraham!" Someone shuts him from behind.

"Your boyfriend is here" He says madly, unveiling zealot who has been obscured by Abraham the whole time.

"Thanks for coming"

"You told me you were getting back to the hospital. You lied?"

"She hasn't come to her proper senses yet Zealot" Abraham tries to defend me.

"No I have. I, I had to warn her not to do something of that sort ever again. I want you to know you matter the most to me Zealot"

"Yeah, but did it help? She hurt you instead!" I hear Zealot scream

"I love you. You love me?" I ask to shut him up but he doesn't answer "How did you all even find me?"

"Of course we could! You were missing from a bloody hospital! Everyone was looking for you! Are you crazy?" Abraham looks concerned unlike Zealot.

"I'm sorry; I just thought I could figure something out"

"You said it was Arlene's house but they haven't found anyone there. They claim that your hallucination must have taken you there and your bad health led you to faint" Abraham elaborates.

"Bullshit!" I screech for the first time "Arlene was suffocating me! She was!"

"Nancy, what have I said about exposing your thoughts?" Abraham warns.

"It's not a thought Abraham! It's not! It happened! Open your eyes all of you will you?! It's not going on on my mind so stop all this bullshit for once!"

The two of them stand motionlessly looking at me pathetically probably pitying me which embarrasses me highly.

"Fine! I'm just making all these up! Happy?"

"Don't make them keep you here for long that's all I ask" Abraham answers sweetly.

I listen to every little instruction that Abraham has given me for the past few days in the hospital and pretend to act as normal as possible.

"Look who is back!" Antonio approaches me, surrounding the gang. His olive green eyes stare at me. He has a bushy brown hair and a wine-red lip that makes him look way too good every time he smiled.

"How are you feeling?" The donut headed guy asks.

"Yah I feel fine now" I say, looking around for an escape "Have any of you seen Zealot?"

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