THAT SILLY GIRL WITH MR BADBOY (on hold)

CHAPTER 3

Continued......
From yesterday when Aanaya got beaten up and pass out

I open my eyes slowly, blinking serval times to get rid of blurred vision.

when it did. All I can see was black

Am I dead?

Well, no because I still feel pain on my back and specially my head. I still smell like beer so, I am not dead because when people die......their soul doesn't smell like beer right?

Anything but beer ?

Sounds weird

Wow Annu

The smell was so strong that I have to cover my nose with my hand, I tried to get up pushing some weight on my other hand to lift my body up but failed as my hand still hurt.

"Arrghh" I winced in pain that throbbing my every brain cell hard, my muscles were aching, I had cramps all over my body. I touch my face to see if any damages.

I can handle other things but not my face. It's not like beauty or something. Hell face is the things every one look for. it's our representation, the first impression. If any body notice anything, they will ask questions which I can't answer. What will I say?

I run my hand on my face, caressing it slowly to see if it's pain or any swollen skin thankfully, nothing. This time she fail too, I didn't let her win.

It's was different, disgusting the way she behave but I don't hate her, if you think that I do. She is like me. She is only one I have. I don't hate her and I can't because she is....she is my sister

Thought we are not blood related, she is still my sister and always will be. We both have gone through a lot, but our way of dealing with it are different. The only difference between us is I accept what happened and look forward while she put blame on other, on me. I choose to live alone taking my responsibility while she chose Karan. Her worst choice ever.

Suddenly the door jerk open and a fat lady enter with some bandages in her hand. She was wearing a knee length over size white grown with a baby pink overcoat her hair open falling up to her chin.

'What a relief, you are awake!' she sighed in relief

She put the medicine on bedside table, taking some alcohol and cotton, she came forward. My eyes widened, I was about to protest but she give a stern look saying don't you even dare saying no. I quit my non happened protesting and let her play all nurse on me.

'ouch, aarg' I winced when alcohol made contact with my wound cause burning sensation. I never understood why people have to be all doctor on a already injured person and cause more pain, can't they just sit quietly

Oh yeah, there's big fat ego

'Who were they' she asked, her eyebrows kitten together as she examine my wound and press the cotten again causing more pain.

Only then I take a closer look at her face. Her face has wrinkles, she is old maybe in her mid 50s. Her nose has curved smoothly. Her eyes were emberld, the best tone of it, she has shine in her eyes. She is happy, satisfied with her life.

Normally the person who are not happy and depressed have dull eyes because face can be masked, emotions can be hidden but eyes always speak the truth. True feeling. They show the real self. Nothing in the world can hid the real self, they are always present in their eyes. If a person is hurting it's shows in eyes first. It's a mirror to get to know someone, mirror to someone heart. That's why it's the most beautiful thing god ever created.