KARMA

2,570 Days. . .

Chapter 3 - 2,570 days

2,570 days. . .

The biggest question so many people have in life, one that everyone have been seeking to answer for years is, what happens when we die?

Will we go up in heaven? Is there even a heaven? Will we linger on earth as unrest souls? Are ghosts even real? Will we burn in hell? Hell seems to be way more plausible than a fluffy, flowery, bright, and happy-go-lucky world.

Maybe she's already in hell. No, she's sure she is. This is her hell. This is her nightmare. This is her doing.

But why she is always putting the blame solely on herself?

It takes two to ruin a marriage. If her husband hadn't been neglectful, she knows she wouldn't need to seek warmth and longing in another man's arms.

He was being an ass that afternoon at the hospital, she recalls. He had ignored her, pretending like he didn't see her filling in her charts at the nurse's station. How can he not notice a 5'10" (over 6" with heels) redhead? His wife? Later that afternoon, she confronted him. He said and she quote - You're not that special, Addison. Besides, I know I'll see you at home.

Maybe that's the problem, she keeps putting up with his nonsense. Because at the end of the day, he knows she'll always run back to him. Sprint breathlessly back onto his arms. And he couldn't be any more on point since she knows and she's never going to deny it - oh no, she's not - that the second she's out of here, she'll run back to him in a heartbeat. She'll beg him to take her back. She'll say her sorries like a broken record until he believes her. I'm sorry, Derek. I'm so sorry. You have to know how sorry I am. Please, Derek, please forgive me. She has her speech ready. She'll beg on her knees if she had to because she needs him.

He still loves her.

Right?

It takes two to ruin a marriage but she was just the last straw to their undoing. She only made things worse for herself.

She don't know for sure.

Science can't prove truth of the afterlife and she's still very much loyal to science because of what she has been through for the past seven years, it's only fair to conclude that there is no one up there. There's no one up there because she's still in here.

No one.

A study is being conducted and she is their subject.

Before - years and years ago - when she was still new to this shoebox, when she still had hope, she would kneel beside the bed, peering up the skylight and prayed. Muttering her desperate despairs because she hadn't got a clue on how to pray, the process and the appropriate enchantments. But God ought to understand her, right? He knows all. He knows everything. He knows what's in her heart. He's God after all.

So why is she still here?

Why hasn't He worked a miracle and save them?

Is this a lesson?

If it is, then she thinks it's stupid because there are people far worse than her.

She's a doctor. She saves life. She gives babies a chance in life. She's great at what she does because she invests her all in every case and in every patient until she's all out, both physically and mentally. Then, she'll very careful wrap herself in a cocoon of self-deprivation and pretends she's undaunted.

Why can't she go home? She's not the worst person on earth.

At least she don't think she is.