Fated: Wars Against The Heart

Chapter 7: The Subhuman's Love

5th December, 2018

So making peace with the loud storms had been the only choice.

Every year, they were to remind each other about the known date. 21st of November. That date had been the first time the eight year-olds, Taraa and Malak had started to learn skating roller blades. It was a memorable moment as the number of times they had tripped or fallen until they finally got the hang of it. With time and age they eventually stopped skating together which lead them to come a decision that every year, once in a blue moon they would skate together on the specific date just to keep memory alive.

That had been the story. But now, Malak regretted the whole idea of skating and hated the person who invented roller blades. Taking off hers, she rushed to her dear unconscious friend. "Taraa, did you die already?!" Her eyes watered as she said.

"What happened?" Aunt Esta asked alarmed.

Malak didn't know how to respond to her as she was in a shock. "I killed her, didn't I?"

"Keep quiet, she's fine . . just lost her head for a while!" Aunt Esta scolded her.

Dramatic.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Malak yelled out sniffing!

"Means, she's unconscious, you idiot!" Aunt Esta yelled back. "Now call an Ambulance!"

Malak immediately did as she was told, "They are on the way."

"Fine get me th-" Before Aunt Esta could have completed, in walked in her dear older brother causing Malak to receive another mini heart attack.

Malak knew she was so dead. The Adel family would eat her alive including Ameen.

"What's going on?" He voiced eyeing at his unconscious daughter.

"She just tripped and lost her consciousness." Esta politely answered but soon cringed when Adel glanced at the pairs of roller blades.

Adel glanced around the empty hall and nodded, "The Ambulance on the way?"

"Yes." Esta said.

"We'll be going at Ameen's!"

° ° °

She furrowed her brows, squeezing her eyes open, she tried getting up.

"Easy there, easy . . ." She couldn't exactly recognize the familiar voice but flinched when said voice's hand patted her shoulders.

Her head shot up to the person and upon witnessing the person's presence she had no choice but to threw up. Ameen and the nurse was by her side, the former holding back her hair and the latter brought her the tray.

Oh, she was in the hospital, in the ward. But why was she here in the first place? Did something bad happen?

"You are going to be alright, just relax and try not to get all worked up okay?" Ameen's reassurance was numb to her ears as she tried recalling what happened.

"Ameen, what happened?" She asked, feeling nauseous, the saline they injected in her may had overwhelmed her appetite.

"Malak said you tripped . . . I don't know I was here when they brought you here."

Taraa nodded, absorbing all the possible information when suddenly she remembered. The anesthesia still hadn't worn off her system.