The Lonely Aristocrat

Chapter 8

Lizza's POV

When I got up? I had no clue but all I knew was that, the sun was setting. I opened my eyes who hardly wanted to go on with the effort, coming in direct contact with the white ceiling of my room and the comfort of my white duvet.

The memories of the events that preceded my sleep came back as a storm and I instinctively place my hand on the back of my neck. I was taken aback when I felt pain on the same spot as the moments before I passed out. Someone had cleaned up the wounds to avoid infection.

I had wounds on my neck, not very big and visible ones. I could easily hide them with my hair but they were there. I went out of the bed to the bathroom to look at my pale reflection in the mirror.

My bright eyes were more pale than usual and so were my lips too. I touched them but was horrified by the state of my nails. Although they were short , they still harbored some of my flesh probably from my neck.

I looked down at my nails and imagined the state of my neck as tears went down my cheeks. All this just for money. Money any other kid could get from their parents but there was I struggling to get it.

My state of mind was completely down as I tried to get my body clean under the shower, the water washing away my sadness as I let myself believe after all both sadness or happiness were all a state of mind.

I couldn't feel more numb. When I went out of the bathroom it was as if my mind had blocked all my feelings and I was just held down in someone else's flesh and pain.

After I had dressed up, I took my phone, looked at the date first and it had been two days since I passed out.

My heart didn't skip a beat or something like that. I just sat there looked at the phone, blankly. I didn't know what to think.

Something was definitely wrong with me but what interest was there in knowing your health condition when you didn't even have a single penny to remediate to the problem and just bring more trouble to the people I loved.

There were messages and missed calls. I looked at and listen to them my brain giving less to no effort to process the informations in the texte and vocal messages.

I looked out at the navy blue sky and just turned right after, heading to the large dinning room. The large wall clock indicated seven pm staring at me as if I was a lost soul in the castle. I sat there looking back at it going on with its business.

I thought of nothing for long as I was sitted in that room, then the thought of me dying from a very rare sickness came up to my mind or a sickness that was developed in very old people which lead them to death or a lethal disease, all which started with the patient going insane due to pain then passing out for days.

Which further develops in more and frequent pass outs with longer unconsciousness then death.

I thought as I lived with miss Helena, Elliott, Jason, Henry, Rhea and Dom. The people who marked their existence in my life. Those who loved and cherished me unconditionally.

They were like my divided family I never experienced, all loving and expressing it at their level and by their ways.

Although the fact that I was all by myself, they all welcomed me opened arms, I still didn't want to bother them. A little smile went up on my lip and I felt my cheeks wet. I was crying.

I had a little but enough in my life that I could content myself with and I couldn't ask for more from anyone even though some will complain, I was done with depending on others. Maybe I was too dramatic due to the shock I received before I passed out.