Jannah pov
" I can't do this anymore " James said with the scalpel against his wrist.
I searched my pocket noticing that the scalpel that I put there, was absent, James must has taken it.
" No, no, stop James, don't do anything stupid, please " I said panicking.
" You promised me that I'm going to remember, you promised me that everything is going be okay " he yelled at me.
" Yes, and I meant it " I replied.
" But nothing has changed, I can't remember, I don't know who I'm, I can't do this anymore " he said.
" Please James, don't hurt yourself, don't do anything stupid, I care about you, to me you are more than just a patient " I said.
" Cut the B***s*** please, I don't believe you, I don't believe anybody " he said.
" No, that's not B***s***, I'm telling the truth, James, you don't know how much you mean to me " I said.
" Please stop, this is not going to stop me from ending it all, I'm sorry " he said, pressing the blade against his wrist, looking at me in surrender.
I had no other option but to put my hand between the blade and his wrist, then I snatched the blade away with all my power, this made the blade cut deeply through my hand, and I fell to the ground from the power of pulling.
I looked at my hand and It was bleeding profusely.
I started to cry.
" Why did you do this? You are so stupid!! " He yelled at me.
" I told you, because I freaking care " I yelled back at him through the pain.
Then James looked at me for a minute or two, like something snapped in his head,
" Oh my God.....it's you......Jannah....I remember... Jannah Mohamed " he said in astonishment.
" Yes, it's me, it's me James " I said, drying my tears.
" I do remember, I'm sorry for hurting you, I didn't mean to, it should have been me " he said, leaving the bed, approaching me on the floor.
He opened my hand, and looked at the wound,
" Oh my God, how can I help? What should I do? " He panicked.
" It's okay, it looks worse than it actually is, there are some bandages in the drawer next to your bed " I explained.
He went to the drawer, and came back with the bandages.
He started to wrap my wounds with the bandages,
" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been dreaming about seeing you again for years, this shouldn't have been the way we meet after all those years, I'm sorry " he said.
" It's okay, I'm okay James, don't worry " I said.
" Still tolerant as I've always known you, I thought the years would have changed you!!" He said smiling for the first time in a while.
" Yep, same old me " I said.
" But not same old me " he said in saddness.
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Falling For A Hijabi (part 1 And 2)
Espiritual#1 in spiritual in 16/6/2019 Previously known as " My very own hijabi" Two young people finding shelter within each other from the world and its evils Jannah Mohamed is not your typical hijabi, she is an introvert, her traumatic past has turned he...
