The Marrying of ZIM

33. Memory booth.

I didn't wake up in a hospital as I did every other time I had passed out, this time I was in the comfort of my own bed. I sighed in content as I gripped the dark silk duvet under my fingers enjoying the finer things that I had in life. I always loved silk and satin, they felt great on the skin and even though nothing could beat 1500 thread count, 100% pure Egyptian cotton, I still preferred my satin sheets. Sophia was the one with the Egyptian sheet sets and I was the one with the $45 USD silk sheet sets from Amazon.

"You're awake." Kwashie's face was hovering over mines as I stared up back at her.

"Something like that." I muttered.

"What triggered this episode?" She asked me.

"Didn't Richard tell you?" I wasn't in the mood to talk.

"He might've..." she trailed off.

"My mom said I should deliver this message to you." She lifted her hand to offer me a neatly folded off white paper.

I slowly lifted my arm, trying to remember how it worked. I took the paper from her with a scowl wondering if she couldn't have brought it closer seeing my obvious struggle. I unfolded the small paper and read the beautiful cursive that belonged to Mrs Ekuban.

My dear Zidania,
I hope you recover well. Do you remember that dream I had last Christmas with you getting married in the white dress? I fear that your current situation could be proving my vision correctly. I spoke with a Prophet from back home and currently awaiting some news from him.
-Mama E.

I crumpled the paper in my palms and threw it away, not caring where it fell. Tears welled at the corner of my eyes and as usual, I let them run down my face to tickle my ears. I screamed out feeling an aching pain in my chest, I felt empty. I felt as if something was taken away from me, something that would've made me happy.

You will not find happiness where you seek it most.

Her words were directed to Kwashie but they affected me. Kwashie said I made her happy but why is Kacely keeping me alive and will killing her lift the curse? I've watched enough Supernatural to know a little something something about magic.

"Are you okay, my love?" Kwashie caught my tears with her index finger and wiped it on the sheet.

"Can you lie down with me?" I asked her.

"I can't stay, I have to meet my father." She sighed.

"Leave me alone." I said dryly.

I heard her sigh once more before getting up from the sitting position she was in on my bed and walking away. I heard the soft click of the door and broke down in more tears feeling the heavy weight of the situation dawn on me. I was dying and Mama Ekuban had foreshadowed it in her dreams. It was never good to dream of weddings or wedding dresses, it meant someone was going to die and in this case that someone was me.

My drapes were drawn, everyone knew I hated when they troubled my drapes. I sighed and got up drawing the drapes and shutting out the evening sun. I didn't know what day it was nor what time because I prevented looking at my phone and I avoided the wall clock. I dropped my AC back to its depressing temperature and got back in bed. The room was dark, just how I liked it.

I laid on my back with my hands interlocked on my chest holding an imaginary flower. I laid there waiting for my death, surely it should be here any minute now. I felt like Beast with the wilting flower, watching sorrowfully as petals fall off each day feeling further and further away from unadulterated loved but in my situation I was drifting further and further away from life. Why was I so sad?