The shady vermin

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I felt my soul, leave my body, the agony...all I could see, was black. And for a moment, I thought, it was all done, until I felt immense pain from neck, so hot I opened my eyes. Then I figured, it wasn't in my body, but a spiritual form of myself, with a hot chain around my stomach, pulling me away from my body. I was helpless, but the more I struggled, the further it was pulled away. And the immeasurable pain, so much,I screamed for help...but it was like a vacuum, nobody else could hear. I was gradually edging a being, with a beast-like form, with no face, just an aura so dark and evil, purely terrifying, so I screamed and wailed even harder....until, a hand from nowhere in particular,reached out to me. I grabbed it, clenching it so I don't loose grip of it, and it pulled me. The feel of the hand was pure, light, everything good, it made me not feel anything, and clenched it one more time, and everything vanished. It was black again...
Opening my eyes...slowly, I could feel the air was different, I wasn't sure where I was, but I could still feel the "hand". Then I turned my head to see...and it was the mother of my child, she was sitting beside me,holding my hand, head down. I could hear the patient monitor beeping, "it's the hospital", I thought to myself, "but when? how long long have I...", then I felt a sharp pain, in my abdominal area, and the back of my head, which made me groan, and it got her attention. She looked at me, and our eyes met...her eyes were shiny like polished emerald, you could clearly see her pupils dilate, as she was obviously overwhelmed. Before I could say anything, she stood up and rushed out, I could hear her telling the nurses I was "finally" awake. Not long after then the doctor came in, he checked me, did some things, and said: "he is in an MCS- a minimally conscious state, he'll need some time for a more substantial recovery". He then lightly tapped my arm and left.
Couple of days later, I was feeling more alive, though not a hundred but,I asked to be discharged. Some hours after, the MRI scan results came, and I was waved clear, with satisfactory conditions and so we left the hospital.
On our way home she asked me questions, showing me the things in the city that had changed, she felt different, it was just...well it didn't matter at that point so I went with the flow. We got to the house,dropped from the car and we were going inside,it felt and seemed strange, it just wasn't normal. It was obvious I was out for some time, but, the length of time, I wasn't certain of. We got inside and as I sat in the living room, she went on, got the heater on and went into the kitchen she was just too normal. It made me more curious as more questions bubbled, I went upstairs, freshened up, then came downstairs. As I got to the sitting room, she said "Ah sénior Saleem...comida?(food in Spanish)"as she gestured me to go on to the dining with a faint smile. I went on to the dining as she followed, as I sat I said "¡gracias señora Nabila". It felt so nice...but it wasn't syncing in my head, and suddenly fell into thoughts while she was serving me I asked her if there's something she's not telling me, shook her head and continued. Then I asked her "where are your parents?", she paused, turned with a smile and said: "they're dead", then continued serving and I noticed as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, "Just eat", with a shaky voice as she tried to turn away to leave, I stood and pulled her by the arm and hugged her,I tried to say some words of comfort but she started to sob as I tried to comfort her. I wondered what happened but I guessed she must've been through a lot...more than I could ever imagine.
I got her calm and collected after some time and told me how her mom died a gruesome death months ago (of diabetes and cancer), then gave birth to a son...stillborn. Considering her young age it wasn't the best of experiences, though she was left her with her father who was barely faring well with hepatitis, it wasn't getting better for her till he passed away just weeks ago, leaving her to the money vampires she has as relatives and usurped almost everything.She was undone...I wondered how she felt...how... she still feels, so much pain....rather too much pain...
She explained how I was her last string of hope, because truly life doesn't seem to be meaningful anymore...and she continued talking while I glared. A strong lady, who despite all the pain, all the trauma, she's intact. I was glad she spat all her pains to me, because not only did she relieve some burden, but also I realized that I had to cover for every single bitterness in her, to make her smile genuinely, to give her love, care, and make her fly without wings.
I promised myself...I challenged myself to see Nabila happy and living her best life

No matter what...her happiness comes first

To all the people (women especially) going through stuff, (be it depression, abuse of any sort)...
Pray and be strong...everything comes to an end
"After hardship comes ease"...