Anna & George

Anna

Today is the last day I will be in this boring place that smells death, illness and diseases. Yes, I can smell them, don't me. My headache has been long gone, like five-six days ago and I keep on telling my doctor that, but he won't listen. Everyday mom would always scold me about always putting myself in danger, she scolded me about always helping people that is in danger. Her words were exactly 'Are you suicidal? I love that you always wanted to help others Anna, but please think about how dangerous the situation is okay?' seriously, if I know I can help, why would I hesitate? Who the hell thinks about their own safety when trying to save someone else? Only selfish people do that.

That day, I saw everything. The janitor stop the mower because something got stuck, I turn back my attention to where George was and notice that guy from the locker room look at my direction, at first I thought he was looking at me and is somehow mad at me, but when I saw him kick the ball I learnt it was the janitor. George was yelling something, but I can't quite hear what he's saying. I look at the ball and the janitor and I just knew I had to protect him somehow, so I ran and cover him with my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and waited for the ball to hit me, as it did, I can actually feel my brain bounced. I still manage to whisper 'Thank God, you're safe.' before I lost consciousness with one question in mind: Does he want to hurt him, because he's an omega?

I sigh for the tenth time and look around the room, I'm alone at the moment since mom went home for a bit to change clothes and buy food for me. I stare at the air condition and then at the heater, I then look at the off television, I'm not aloud to watch anything at the moment and I'm also not allowed to use my phone. I then look at the table beside me that is full with my favorite fruits and a bottle of water. See how boring? And George, speaking of that man. I haven't seen him since that day at all, he didn't even bother visiting me? I'll give him an ear full when I get out of here.

I heard a knock on my door and I never felt this excited about a mere knock. Finally, someone I can talk to. The door open and George came in, smiling at me. I pick a piece of grape and throw it at him, I cross my arms over my chest and look at the opposite side. I'm mad, well just slightly but still mad and he had a nerve to chuckle.

"Hey Anna. How are you?" I'm bored. "Are you mad at me?" What does it look like? "Come on, talk to me." I don't want to! I huff and roll my eyes, I look at him only to know that he's already sitting comfortably on the chair beside my bed, I glare at him. I reach out for the grape again and throw it at him and I was quite amaze that he catch it with his mouth. I almost clap then remembered that I'm mad at him.

"You're a heartless man George." I stated. "I mean, I know you hate me because of the arrangement. But you could've visited me even if it's just for a second you know."

"Who the bloody hell told you I hate you? Goodness me Anna, you're my friend now and I have a reason why I couldn't visit." I felt happy that he called me his friend.

"I'm nosy so, what is the reason?"

"It's Margaret, my girlfriend. I went to visit her the day of the incident and told her about you, about the arrangement." He said and look down. Oh no, did it not go well?

"Go on."

"I asked her to marry me and guess what? She refused." I can tell that he's really troubled. "So, I tried to explain that if she won't agree then I'll have no choice but go with the engagement and even then she still said no and told me to think of other options." I just listen as he went on and on about what happened that night and she even goes to the point of making him stay with her for a week. She's manipulative, I can tell and I already hate her for that.

"I'm sorry." Is all I can say. "Why don't you hit me?" He look at me as if I just grew horns.

"Excuse me?"