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White Cast

Please have RM - forever rain on
for the whole chapter one

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C H A P T E R 1

❝Suffer is greed
while happy is karma.❞

The memories of the consulted doctor shook his head despairingly, pricked back into my mind.

Father and mother were already had solemn looks up upon their faces as both of them understood the meaning behind the gestured he had made.

"...I am afraid you have fractured your ankle, young lady,"

He announced, almost in an inaudible way, looked at me for seconds as my mouth parted and my eyes widened a bit.

I was surprised. I was disappointed as I could felt the world was fallen apart. My world... was the one that had fallen apart.

I closed my mouth and eyes, as somehow, I felt suffocated and couldn't breathe properly for a moment, caused me to desperately breathed for air as I started to pant. Then, I gulped and opened my eyes, glared at the doctor while gritted my teeth.

Suddenly, the boiling feeling slowly penetrated into my heart, but, at the same time, I tried to control it as to keep the anger down, slowly accepted the fact.

"...she does not need to be operated, but I am afraid that it will take a very long time to recover,"

He glanced at me and pursed his lips. He seemed hesitated to continue to talk.

"...I apologized, but she might-," he gulped, and looked back at father and mother, "...could not.. recover, at all," was all he said, as it was the last sentence I heard from him before I muted everything. I quickly averted my gaze and hung my head low.

I was sat on the chair hard by his desk and started to stare down at the long white cast from my toenails up to the above knees with a devastating feeling. It looks dead to me.

Trust me, I was mad and sad to the point that I had to restrain myself from throwing a tantrum or create a mess in his innocent office. Besides, I was too completely at a loss for a word as I don't know what to react at his sudden proclamation nor I could do anything about it here either.

The calmed the surrounding was, the more I seriously wanted to cry, but the tears just won't come out. Stupid tears.. The more I need it to comfort myself by coming out at times like that, the stupid and stubborn it behaved.

For the past nine months, it was still hard for me to cry. Instead of wasting any tears, I was too busied cheering myself up.

I got bedsores as I felt fatigued and unmotivated because I wasn't able to do the exercise like I regularly do as I was forced out of my will to be grounded in my dreary bedroom.

The worst that happened to me every day within the nine months was, mother were calmly and earnestly took care of me.

To be honest speaking, I felt so ashamed to the point of me, almost every day scolded her wrongfully, yet aware of expressed my anger and regret towards her. For the time being, I had become a cruel and an ungrateful daughter, but of course, everything had become almost normal between us now.