Too many whys that can't be answer Elijah Hurst run away from home. The fragile girl doesn't know who to trust after the earth shattering truth comes face to face with her. Wrecking all things she had passionately created for the past years of her l...
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Elijah Hurst's POV
It doesn't make sense. Everytime I thought I figured it out, another question will pop up leading me back to zero.
It has been 3 days since I wake up from my injured state after the car accident. And in that span of time I'm trying to play Sherlock to link stuffs and find out the reason it happened. Believe me, I attempted to block my thoughts about the present problems but I just can't help it. Especially when most of the time you only have yourself to converse with in these four corners of the room.
The thing that really triggers my curiosity is my difficulty about my best friend and my boyfriend. I can't understand what, when and how the hell they have gained courage to deceived me. Because you see, we are friends since our pampered days. The three of us basically grow up together. I am definitely sure our bond is stronger than any friendship out there. But guess what, I am wrong again. When will my thoughts be correct?
I shake my head. Those thoughts suddenly making my head ache. Feeling my eyes water again, I furiously wipe it away.
I just like to feel a little less dead but it isn't working.
Three knocks from the door bring me up at the situation at hand. Veronica the doctor smiles at me amusingly when she entered.
"Let me guess, you're thinking unpleasant things again." She eyes me knowingly. Her eyes squinting, revealing wrinkles around her eyes.
I have been knocked unconscious for a week and Veronica is the one who is taking care of me. She is a very nice woman keeping me company since I woke up.
"I told you to take it easy. You know dear, it doesn't do any good to improve your condition." She shakes her head disapprovingly. Settling herself in my bed, she caresses my hair with her wrinkling hands.
"I don't know what problem are you facing right now. But I think you should focus on healing yourself first. You cannot put the pieces together if you yourself is teared apart." Veronica's gentle smile remains as she said those words.
For the hundredth time, I suddenly feel like crying again. Her words striking straight to my heart. I'm such a weak girl. All the time I have the strong desire to tell Veronica everything. But I just can't gain enough courage to put those hurtful events into words.
I just don't want to be seen weaker than I am right now.
"Why are you so good to me?" My voice cracked as I blink so many times to stop the stupid tears threatening to fall.
Veronica let out a youthful laugh. "Well lets just say, I hate seeing a beautiful girl like you crying." She winks playfully as my face redden.
I'm not really good at handling compliments. I like to think they are just either kidding me or just helping me feel better.
Veronica makes herself busy checking my IV drips. My body is still sore from the accident. Beside from my fracture left leg there's no serious injuries inflicted upon me. Veronica said that my leg is afflicted with incomplete fracture, which means the bone is cracked but it isn't separated into two parts. And to properly heal my leg, the broken bone should restrict its movements. That's why my leg is casted when I woke up and it should remain casted for at least One and a half month. I also have few bruises and wounds around my body but they have started to heal.
