NOT MY STORY...

7. Shock

"Whoops."

The worst had happened.

It fell with a thud and only if that wasn't bad enough, i crushed it with my 5 inch high stilettos. The crushing sound is followed by a single tear on the gorgeous face standing in front of me.

A sudden pain intrudes my heart. Its hurting so bad to look at his face that I close my eyes. I wait. Wait for the next to happen. 'I shouldn't have done that.' I scream inside my head repeatedly. I still can't seem to wipe that shock struck face from my mind.

I should be happy that I shut him up finally. But why are his tears tearing me inside out? Why don't I feel happy? Why does it hurt?

Amidsts my thoughts, I completely forget where I stand. I can't hear the voices in the hallway anymore. And then, a shooting pain rises from my cheek and I realize, he slapped me.

I slowly open my eyes, afraid to look at him. I don't want to see that hurt again. But I have to. I have to find out how he feels. Does slapping me release his pain?

I look straight ahead only to find him long gone. No words spoken. No emotions understood. Yet it was an intimate moment there. It was like someone, for the first time, reached the spot in my head where I had hidden my sorrow. My misery. Its as if he bore into my soul. He brought my past into surface again. Somehow the single tear he shed reminded me how many tears I have shed. I should hate him, but the thing is, I cant stop hating myself for being so pathetic.

"Will he ever forgive me?" I whisper to myself, "No, not at the moment."

The chaos has settled. Everyone is back to whatever they were before our little scene. I pick up the crushed pieces of the black rimmed glasses from the ground and gently place on my palm.

And just then a piece of glass cuts through the flesh of my hand. I pull out the piece of glass and watch the red fluid surfacing and covering the glass but strangely, my hand is numb. Tiny droplets of blood start pooling my hand covering the pieces of glass with blood but thats not why my tears won't stop.

"Hey! Are you crazy?" A familiar voice asks me but I can't put a finger on it. I look up to see the owner of the deep yet melodic voice. But black spots start blurring my vision. I try standing up but can't seem to have balance anymore. I stumble a bit and fall again. I crush the pieces of glass in my palm so that I won't have to worry losing them again.

But before I hit the ground something else scoops me up and the last thing I see before blacking out is the storm behind those ocean blue eyes.

"Bastard...." I murmer.

"Thats me bitch." He murmers back in annoyance. And thats the last thing I remember happened.

***

Back to the present,

"Thats.... Romantic?"

"Oh no its not. He called me a bitch." I chuckle.

"Seems even to me. You started it with bastard." Anna shrugs and continues, "He is anything but bastard. He is the definition of sexy."

"Calm your hormones girl. That is a happily married man your dreaming about. "

She makes a sad expression and a second later, we both burst out laughing.

Suddenly I stop laughing, "Shh, did you hear that? I think Coral woke up-"

"-or not. She sleep talks." Anna smiles.

"But I think we should check on her once. Wait here , I will be right back. I need to use the washroom anyway."

I quickly go to see Coral and there she is, sleeping peacefully. Anna was right. She sleep talks. I also notice that she looks similar to me, sleeping in a position I have seen before. But where?