This story is a roller coaster events of Mary's life which has many romantics, horrific yet every girl's dream sort of events.
Read this story to find out about her. . !
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The first thing I noticed as soon as I'm able to open my eyes is Plasma TV mounted on wall.
I don't have this in my room, but I wish to have it - Me.
This is not our room. - Brain.
Then, the second thing which hit me like a ton of bricks and made me acutely aware of my surroundings was the IVs attached to my right hand.
What the hell happened to me? - Me.
My throat is as dry as sandpaper, my eyes are burning, my head is aching, my body feels stiff; in short, I 'm in pain.
I tried sitting up but failed miserably. Gosh, my head swims like there's more water in the head than in the ocean.
What the hell happened to me?
I laid down again, closed my eyes and tried to rack my brain. I open my eyes and look around; the walls are pristine white; the curtains are drawn which show whoever brings me here knows light will affect my eyes. I turned left and saw numerous flowers; all fresh and blooming beside me. I look down and notice that I'm wearing a scrub. Hence, this means one thing: I'm at a hospital.
What happened that I ended up here? - Me.
I'm as groggy as you're, woman. - Brain.
And then like tons and tons of bricks falling on me, I remember:
I remember...
Tiffany & Co.
The insult.
The shopkeeper.
Me crying.
Dylan and his men.
Me trying to save the shopkeeper.
our successful exit and then... Crash...
His death...
I am so sorry...
He died and this was all my fault, all mine. A man lost this life due to me, because I couldn't control my tears, I can't accept the harsh reality of myself.
Several questions came rushing in my mind, their answers, and with answers came guilt, sorrow, pain which I couldn't keep at bay.
Was he married?
Did he have children?
Does anyone inform them about his tragic death?
Will they ever forgive me?
Please stop. - Me.
This was bound to happen. - Brain.
Please make it stop. I screamed internally and the only evidence of my pain were my tears hot and warm on my face indicating I'm alive and they aren't.
