The Tears That Took Time ( T5 )

Lost.... Again....

Its been a whole week since the 'Brooke' incident happened and I'm still not over it. I don't know how to get over it. I even googled 'what to do when your best friend of over 17 years leaves', and google for all its smartness could not help me out. Lectures will be resuming soon and I still haven't been been to the library, my faculty or really done anything school related. Favour (my roommate) will be back next week so I have to clean up the house all by myself.

Cardi B's 'Bodak Yellow' starts playing out. That's my ringtone (powerful right?). I look at the caller id; its 'Mike', Brooke's twin. I don't know if I should pick the call or not.... Emmm.. I'll just ignore it. Almost immediately after it ends, a message comes in.

'Look Tasha, I know you don't want to deal with this now but I don't care. Pick up the damn phone or get ready to entertain my handsomeness in person. Your choice darling.'

Oh no. I really can't handle Mike in person. He's too corny for his own good and that's serious levels of uncomfortable for me.

I pick up the phone on it's first ring.
"What?" I scream. If he's going to be all rude and shout at me for being all whatever to his sister, I might as well play the defensive card immediately.

"How are you doing sweetness?" He asks in a calm voice I swear I never saw coming. I'm so shocked I can't even utter a word.

"Hello? Sweetheart are you there?" , he asks worriedly. I immediately end the call and switch off the phone.
I expected him to scream at me or cuss or call me out or something. What I never expected was - love??. I really need to clear my head.

"A drive is just what you need girl", I say to myself as I pick up my car keys and head out.

I've been driving around for over an hour, no real destination in mind but surprisingly I find myself at the university. Well I better take this opportunity and head to the library.

The library is not as empty as I imagined it to be, it's actually quite packed. I've been here almost 3 hours and I've still not been able to finish the book I picked out. I guess my mind's not ready to come to terms that I'm finally friendless.

" Brooke's gone," I say to myself, the realisation of the whole thing finally hitting me. "She left me, she left me, she left me, she's really gone and left me." There's a sharp pain in my chest. The last thing I remember is people screaming for help and someone calling my name before I slip into the darkness.

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My head hurts so much and there's a sharp pain in my right hand. I open my eyes and everywhere around me is baby blue, almost like the sky and I'm on a white bed. Wait a minute, this is all wrong. My room's definitely not blue and my bed's not white.
The headache's dulling a bit but I'm still feeling a bit odd and that's when I notice the drip attached to my right hand. O no, I'm in a hospital, again.

"What the hell happened?" I murmur, as I get ready to rip out the needle from my hand.

"Hey, I wouldn't do that if I were you".

I'm so startled by the voice that I let out a scream and that's when I notice the person on the couch by the wall.

I take a closer look at him, I don't recognize him from anywhere. Now I'm more confused and a bit scared. Why am I in a hospital with a drip attached to my hand and why is there a strange man in the room with me?

"Who are you? why am I here and what have you done to me?", I ask the man.

"Wow," he chuckles, "she does spit fire."

"That's not what I asked." And that's when it hits me. "did you run me over with your car?" I ask pointing a finger at him,"O so you brought me here and decided to wait in hopes that I'll forgive you and not press charges right? Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Mr.."

"Gates. Its Mr. Cole Gates," he said, sounding amused. "If you're gonna direct your little ramble towards me, I guess you better know my name." He said, smiling and crossing his hands across his chest, getting more comfortable in the couch.

For all the guts of a monkey! I was thrown aback but I won't be loosing my stance in front of this guy. "Well Mr Gates," I say frowning, "you better get a good lawyer because I'll be suing you for this, including the few hours .." and once again I was interrupted

"Its 6 days, you've been here six days," he said. He was definitely laughing now.

"What?!" I screamed. "6 days? 6days?? I've been in a hospital for 6 days?"

"Ermm, you need to calm down", that smile was definitely gone from his face and he looked - scared?. He stood up and started walking towards the door.

"Yeah right. I'll be calm, calm enough not to rake out your eyes." I was beyond furious at this point. "I just lost six days of my life because of your reckless driving and you expect me to be calm! I'm fucking calm Sherlock!."

I can't even believe this. I'm meant to be making memories, not losing more.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" I ask looking up and seeing his hand on the handle.

"Nowhere," he says opening the door and quickly stepping out.

"No you don't." I sit up and get ready to follow him. Suddenly the headache returns and I find myself falling back into the darkness I just escaped.

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