Crazy to Think You're Here..

Chapter7

Chapter Seven

 

"She? Who is she? And why does she want to kill me?"

I felt so confused, and scared, why would anyone want to kill me? I wanted to remember what had happened before but I couldn’t, not with a brain as nonfunctional as mine. If I had a fight with someone, what the hell did I do? I couldn’t reach a logical explanation.

Daniel smirked his trademark smirk once again, no surprise there.

"I knew you wouldn’t remember! You are a schizophrenic for god's sake! Wow, your dead little boyfriend left you in a big mess. I pity you.”

What did he want me to remember? I felt so hopeless.  He picked up his pistol off the bed again and wiped it with his shirt, and again, it was aimed at me.

"What should I remember? And for your information, he is my fiancé!" I said in bits and parts of confidence that I gathered up.

"Your fiancé?" he started, "Oh you're a lot more stupid than I thought. Please show me your supposed ring?"

I immediately looked at my hands to search for the ring Noah brought me, but I couldn’t find my ring that had a little diamond on the top of it, I was always sure it was there.

"The hospital must have taken it, but I'm sure there was a ring, I'm not crazy enough to forget it!”

He lowered his gun and came closer to me and said in a voice full of pity, "He never proposed darling. It's all your imagination."

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, was he serious? I may have forgotten about a lot of things but I would never forget that Noah proposed to me in the past. I still have the picture of him holding the ring in my mind; it is not my imagination, although there was a little doubt in me that he might be telling the truth.

"Do you think a girl would ever forget the moment her true love proposed to her?" I asked dubiously.

"Oh please save me the romantic shit okay? He never proposed to you, if you really thought so, then please remind me how he did it. When? And where? "

  I couldn’t believe he asked me that, I had to squeeze my brain to remember, but I couldn’t remember anything but that picture of him holding the ring. So I went along with the normal answer, "That is private! And who are you to ask me that? You don’t know me!"

He just sighed and said, "I can't believe you don’t remember, I don’t want to waste anymore time, come on lets go.”

Can't remember what? I wanted to ask, but I knew he wouldn’t answer anything, and I didn’t want to argue anymore because he probably knows more stuff about me than I do, and that made me look so stupid. I couldn’t bring myself to believe that Noah was never my fiancé, was I lying to myself this whole time? Can I even trust myself? Or even my two selves?

"Go where?" I asked.

"To your death scene." he said in the most casual way possible as if he was discussing the weather.

I didn’t really care so I just walked behind him. I thought about how my life has been in the last 48 hours. I ran from the hospital thinking I would finally be free and I would come back to Noah who would be alive and we'd get married and live happily ever after. But much to my shattered hopes and dreams nothing as similar to that happened.

As we were walking around Noah's house, something caught my eye. It was a bookshelf near the door; I walked to it because something inside me told me that something was hidden there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Daniel asked and I ignored him. I walked faster to the bookshelf. I looked at the spines of books and I saw a familiar book, it was brown and it was made of leather. The minute I held it I felt a memory reminisce, and I suddenly felt like I was in a different place.

I was walking in the hall of Noah's house. I walk by his room and I see him lying there on the bed with a brown leather book in his hands, his hair was perfectly messy, and his face was buried in the tiny book.

"Hey.” I say and he looks at me surprised. He closes his book and moves himself into a sitting position.

"Lau, hey, come here.”  He says and pats the spot next to him, I go and sit on the pillow.

"What is that?" I say, pointing at the leather book.

"That! Um, it is my old diary, I wrote it when I was thirteen or something." He replies and I can feel him getting nervous.

"Let me see!" I plead. I stretch my hand to get it but Noah was faster, he held it and stood up.

"Um no, it has a lot of secrets that I want to keep to myself." he says, tightening his hold on the tiny book in his hands.

"You can tell me anything!" I exclaim.

"It's not about that; I want to write more stuff in it in my 18 year old persona. You'll read it later, but for now, it's going to be hidden." 

I felt like I just got back from a trip to space. I looked around me, and I wasn’t in Noah's house anymore, I was on the street, I looked at my hands and I found the book in my hands covered in blood, I looked behind me and I saw Daniel thrown on the ground with spluttered blood on his face.

 I couldn’t help the familiar feeling of regret and power, there were these bundle of jumbled words in my head that I couldn’t decipher, it was like people were talking to me from every direction. 

I couldn’t think clearly right now, was Daniel dead? I couldn’t care less about him, but a part of me hoped he's just unconscious, I tried walking slowly towards his body, until I heard police cars roaring from the edge of the street, the sounds from the car and the voices in my made my head feel like it was holding the biggest sack of potatoes on top of it.

I had an urge to scream but I couldn’t, so i started running as fast as I can, again.