chapter 19

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The next day I had a bad headache and was getting irritated at little things. Of course, my day couldn't start before Tae Joon lecturing me about drinking. Additional to that Ron got scold too for not stopping me from drinking.

It' still crazy to think about it. There is another world we don't know about. Do people over there speak the same language? Sure they do Damon speaks the same language as us. What about their clothes? Do they have the same technology as us? Are they behind? Forward? Are people over there are as evil as here? Are they homophobic or open-minded? How do they live? I have so many questions but no one to answer them.

"What are we going to do now? What's going to happen to us?" Tau asked. It was evening and both Tae Joon and Tau came home early because they had yesterday's event in their head.

"What you mean what's going to happen to us? There is nothing we can do." I said.

"Now I doubt my own extent. We are not real." I laugh.

"Ever thought about it? We are not real just some... What even are we then?" I asked.

"Stop overthinking." Tae Joon spoke. "The more you think about it the more you make yourself crazy." I don't know how he so clams about this situation but it made me worry about him.

"What should we do?" Tau asked. "I can't just live my life as nothing happened. Today I couldn't even operate in operation; all in my mind was what happened yesterday." She hugged herself.

When I enter Damon's hospital room where he admitted the room was empty. Damon was nowhere even the bathroom. I told Ron to ask the nurse whether he had gone somewhere while I stayed in the room. This was a wrong decision, the hooded person came in from the room's entrance and I could see the familiar knife in his hand. My heart raced and blood drain from my face. He walked towards me and I stare at him. My breathing was heavenly like my lungs couldn't get enough oxygen. I was frozen I couldn't even move my fingers. He stabbed the knife in my stomach and I stare the knife which was inside my body. It felt worse than the last time I was a stab.

He removed the knife from my stomach which was equally painful when he stabbed me. It is hurt so badly that I want to scream in pain but nothing came out my mouth. It felt like I had gone mute. He kicked me right where my wound was making me fall on my back. I groan, finally, some kind of notice came out the mouth. I place my hand of my wound and could felt warm liquid. I tried to get up but I couldn't even move little. I closed my eyes and laid there gods know for how much time until I heard the door open and I heard Ron's voice.

"I asked around but no one knows..." I hear his footsteps coming near me. "Adya!" He slaps my face me lightly. "Can you hear me? Open your eyes"
I somehow manage to open my eyes and saw Ron's face. He was looking at me like he had seen a ghost. "Don't close your eyes okay? Just look at me. Keep looking at me." And I smile at him. "Nurse!" He shouted. "God please." I started to feel tired so I closed my eyes. "No, no, no! Don't close your eyes! Adya!" But I was already gone in a deep sleep.

I was standing and staring at two paths in front of me. One was made of clouds and other ice. I didn't know which to choose and nor could I see what's beyond it. I stare at two paths, if I choose clouds it could be a risk I may just fall down. I decided to choose an ice one. I took the step on the ice path with my barefoot and walk on it. It felt weird that even though I was barefoot I couldn't feel the coolness of the ice. As I walk further I saw a figure standing at the end of the path. I increased my speed and walk towards the figure. As I went closer to that figure it took the image of a person, a man. It was none other than my father.

"Papa" I whisper. He turned around as if he heard me calling his name. He had a warming smile on his face.

"Papa!" I shout and run towards him. I ran straight into his arms. I missed him. I missed him so much. I sob in his chest. "I missed you so much." I felt a hand on my head rubbing it.

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