Darkness, Disease, & Dynamics (Last Book of The Black Chronicles)

CONSCIOUS (Ralph Dones and Paul Tulod)

Ralph Dones

     She woke up with her father talking to someone in the phone. Her eyes blinked furiously, adjusting with the bright light of the room.

Where am I? She thought She turned towards her father as he moved his phone away from his face. What is he doing here?

"Ah, my daughter's awake." Roy said in fake happiness.

"What are you doing here?" Ralph asked as she sat up, leaning backwards as if she took a step back.

"Why? Can't I take care of my own daughter?" Roy asked, raising an eyebrow, with his fake-loving-daddy attitude.

"Why am I in the Hospital?" Ralph asked, avoiding the question and looking around the large room.

"You were in an accident along with 7 others, you were in coma for a year." Roy said, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Coma? What?" Ralph asked in pure annoyance and confusion.

"I know your confused right now, sweetie." Roy said as he cupped Ralph's cheek with his hand. "But, can you trust me right now?"

Ralph looked her so called 'father' in disgust, yet she was so desperate to know what is going on. "Fine, but just now."

     As her father explains, [Well, in the author perspective, they were all lies] anger, shock, and frustration boiled in side her. her mind filled with thoughts so confusing that her brain was no where to be found.

"What the hell?" She muttered under her breath, clutching her head with her left hand, fidling with the bandages wrapped around her head.

"I know its too much to take in sweetie, but its alright now." Roy said, patting her back and rubbing it. His hands shifted towards where she Ralph was currently clutching. "Your head was bumped so hard that the doctor said that it must always be bandaged and only to be taken off when awake."

"Wait, if I have amnesia, then why can I remember you?" Ralph asked, pointing the point finger at her non-caring-but-fake-caring father.

"You have Retrograde Amnesia. The amnesia that the person can only remember part of their life." Roy explained.

"So... How old am I? 'Cause the last time I remembered, I was 5 years old." Ralph asked as she looked up, thinking.

"You're 17 years old. " Roy said.

"Oh," Ralph said.

"well," Her father said as he stood up. "You must rest, the doctor said you can go back to school the day after tomorrow, which is Monday."

"Mhmm, okay." Ralph said, staring out at the window, beside her bed.

"Okay,"

     She heard the door close. She turned to face her front and gazed down to her hands. Why can't i remember anything? What is this emptiness I feel right now? I feel like there's someone that I am missing, but I can't put my finger to who they are. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

She breathed out. Frustration.

Paul Tulod

     As she blinked, the first person she sees is a man with glasses. She was propped up on a white bed, in a white room. She looked around, so confused on what was happening.

In the name of Yoda himself, where the hell am I? Hospital? Dammit! I am in the same building in where babies goes out of mothers' vaginas! She thought as she widely looked around.

"Paul?" the man in glasses asked, getting her attention.

     Paul's eyes widened as she found out who the man was. Peter Tulod. The man that taught her how to spy on certain things. The man who 'accidentally' killed her mother. The man that left her for another country. That man is her father.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Paul asked, venom at the tip of her toungue.

"Why, can't I look after my only daughter?" Peter asked, sitting down beside her.

"Daughter? Huh. As if," Paul rolled her eyes.

"Well, I am honored to look after you since you were found last year in poolside bar with blood seeping out of your brain, holding a gun, and shooting at people!" Peter said, waving his hands up in exaggeration.

"What are you talking about? The last thing I know, I was watching my father making out with my mother." Paul said, doing the same thing her father was doing.

"Well, at least you forgot the rest." He whispered.

"What do you mean by 'forgot the rest'? Do I not know something?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.

"Amnesia, you were in an accident. Got kidnapped after school. Your head was knocked hard when they pushed you off the balcony." Her father exclaimed with calmness.

"But you said I was holding a gun, why was I holding a gun?"

"Didn't say anything about you holding a gun." Her dad said, not making eye contact.

"Liar! " Paul yelled in annoyance. "Tell me the truth,"

"You were trying to fight back, but then one of the kidnappers grabbed you. When you pushed him off, you didn't realize you were standing on the edge of the rail-less balcony." Her dad elaborated, thinking of a excuse knowing her daughter's IQ.

"So I only remember part of my life? So how long was I out?" Paul asked.

"A year,"

"WHAT?!" Paul screamed in shock. "Are you serious?!"

"Ye-" Her dad's phone rang, interrupting their conversation.

     As he talked with the person in the other line, Paul thought, looking at the window. There she saw the buildings of Manila. Tall, modern and bright building were seen at the broad daylight.

"Um," The voice of her father interrupted her thoughts. "I must be going, there is a meeting for the company. You stay here and rest, I'll fetch you tomorrow. You have school on Monday."

"I have to go to school!?" Paul exclaimed.

"Of course, you expected me to go easy on you, didn't you?" Her dad said, walking towards the door with his head still facing his daughter.

"Um, no dad." Paul said quickly, making her dad chuckle. "Um dad, is this room soundproof?"

"Hmm?" Her dad said as he was about to push the white door. "Yup, soundproof. You better not bring any guy he-" Lets just say that he was found lying down on the hallway with a black, plastic hair brush in his mouth.

"SHUT UP DAD!"

Uh, men. Paul groaned, rolling her eyes.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Paul yelled in frustration, annoyance, shock and anger.