Destined // zjm

fourteen

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January, 2011

Door was propped open, and nurses and doctors walked out, their sensible shoes squeaking on the pristine tiles. With that the eighteen year old boy and his younger companion sprinted to their feet, their eyes full of hope.

The head surgeon had his head casted down and the heart of eighteen year old boy immediately dropped at his feet. "She's critical." Wiping the beads of perspiration off his forehead, the doctor stated, "Due to the repeated concussions, she has slipped into coma."

The sentiment of compassion and hope that once nurtured in the eyes of the boy was now replaced with that of disbelief and anguish. His knees were locked and his consciousness continuously reprimanded him, it mocked him saying it was all his fault. Although he wanted to, he could not display any emotion. He bit his lower lip to a blood drawing point; everything he had was being snatched away from him in the cruelest way possible and that too, on the day that was meant to be the best day of his life. But his companion did not falter one bit when it came to displaying his betrayed emotions.

"What the hell are you saying? She's critical? That's all? Aren't you supposed to get her out of that state or are you just going to stand here and-" His teeth were gritted, there was no end to his rage. His every word was laced with venom and spite so much so that his friend had to interrupt his outburst.

"Don't. It's not their fault." There was a strange calmness in the eighteen year old boy's voice that surprised his comrade. Soon the calmness in his voice bled into a guilty-ridden, remorseful tone.

"My fault." He whispered under his breath.

"My fault. My fault. My fault." He kept repeating the words over and over again through his gritted teeth as if he wanted everyone to believe it. His hands were entangled into his tousled hair as he kept pulling at it in frustration. The boy's companion could do nothing but stare at his friend blankly, pure disbelief and astonishment taking over his sharp features.

Things will never be the same again.

The beauty of the place haunted Evelyn as she pulled her car into the parking area of the Malik Mansion. The ambience of the place was so calming and captivating that for a moment, she was devoid of words.

There was a long driveway lined with pine trees and glass garden stakes made up of blue cackle glass. Under the sun, the glass shone like diamonds and the house gleamed a deep blue, with pale ivory running along the edges outlining the house. The roof was peaked and titled to a certain angle. Royal purple curtains adorned the windows as she could make out. The house could certainly pass for a Victorian mansion anytime.

As she stepped onto the sidewalk, Eve noticed a marble fountain sitting towards the centre of the lawn. This was the most beautiful house she had ever seen, she was so engrossed in her thoughts when she was brought back to reality by a man who seemed to be in his mid fifties. Most of his hair was grayish and his eyes had a tint of blue in them.

"Good Morning, Miss. Can I help you?" He enquired in a calm tone, a smile never leaving his wrinkled features.

"Um, yeah. I'm here to see Mr. Malik." Evelyn said with a nervous smile.

"Oh, you must be Ms. Evelyn Cooper. Here, this way." The old man bestowed her another heart warming smile as he lead her inside the big house. His name was Jared Hamilton and he was the apparent caretaker of the house and the only guardian of Zayn Malik.

"Please be seated Ms. Cooper, Mr. Malik would be with you in 10."

"Please call me Eve." Eve said, a hesitant smile plastered on her face as she took a seat in one of the most luxurious sofas she has ever seen. The cost of which alone amounted to her whole college tuition fees.

"I'd love to but I'm not supposed to be calling you that, Ms. Cooper." He laughed lightly before leaving Eve alone in the spacious living room of the Malik Mansion with her thoughts.

There were times when she would reconsider whether what she was doing was right or not. Her thoughts usually revolved around her work, how she tried so much to fit in but always ended up bruising her self respect. How her boss made her feel so worthless. She didn't know from where such morbid thoughts originated but she knew there was a hint of truth in them. There must be, She thought to herself.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she tried to focus on something else. Her eyes wandered around the room she was in. The hallway culminated into a large, wide staircase that lead to the private rooms on the second floor.
Off the main hallway, to the right, was a sitting room; the place were she was seated. The fireplace, situated on the interior wall facing west, had a tall mantel of birchwood with turned spindles flanking a rectangular mirror supporting a tapered hood.

In the middle of the entire living room, hung a magnificent chandelier that added to the beauty of the room.
Continuing down the hallway, there was a center arch of decorative painted columns and molding with ornamental keystone designs. The haunch of the arch was angular rather than curved. To the south of the hall were doors to several rooms.

The prepossessing view held her in thrall so much so that she completely lost count on time. It had been twenty minutes and the person she was here for could not be seen anywhere.

Breaking her reverie, the old man said, "Ms. Cooper, My apologies for the delay but since you've been waiting here for so long you must be hungry. Please have something."

And with that almost ten different different kinds of snacks were placed in front of Eve that left her mind boggled.

"No, thank you. I'll just have water." Her lips curved into a half sympathetic smile as she took a sip from the glass of water kept before her. Jared maintained his composure as he ordered the domestic help to get the trays back into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry." She said hesitantly, biting her lower lip. 

"You don't have to be sorry, Ms. Cooper." Jared smiled again. "We try our best to please people the rest is at their disposal."

"Also, I'm very sorry for Mr. Malik's delay. I guess, he's just occupied with something." He gave the girl a sympathetic nod for she had been sitting there idly for the past twenty-five minutes.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm just here to take a file I need to submit today itself. Can I just get it and leave?" She squinted her eyes as if asking for his permission.

Looking at the girl, she didn't seem notorious or someone who would invade into someone's privacy, Jared thought to himself. Then closing his eyes for a split second as if reconsidering his decision, he motioned her to follow him.

"Please, Ms. Cooper, this way." Eve silently followed the old man without any further queries.

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A/N

I know the ending is just so djfjekenf. This chapter was so hard to write, I'm so bad at descriptions and stuff so a huge shout out to all the interior designing pages all over the world. Sigh.

ALSO I KNOW THIS CHAPTER WAS KIND OF BORING BUT IT WAS VERY IMPORTANT. IT WAS MESSY IK BUT IMPORTANT. THE NEXT CHAPTER WOULD BE KIND OF EXCITING. I hope you guys are as excited as me.

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