Falling For The Wrong Girl

2.8| Trying to forget

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"There will come a day when i will forger even your name, your memories will cease to exist and in that moment i will be happy. But that day isn't today. And I'm still missing you."

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"Do you think she is okay?" Nelson asked while whispering to his wife.

The two were by Sharleen's door. They had knocked severally but they were always answered by total silence.

The distant sounds of complaining sheets as she continuously turned in the bed was the only evidence that she was still alive in the room.

"Of course she is not okay! She didn't even come out for breakfast and its now noon!" Maggy whisper yelled at her husband for asking such a stupid question. If he were someone else she would have rolled her eyes at him or worse smacked the back of his head.

"Do you think she..." Nelson could not finish his words. He looked... embarrassed?

"She what?" His wife asked, clearly unaware of his discomfort.

"Do you think she is on one of those days? You know, women days?" Nelson asked, his face turning a shade of red with each second.

That was the best explanation Nelson could come up with. Why else would she lock herself up anyway?

"Nelson! Why in the heavens would you think the reason is that my daughter is on her periods?" Maggy asked clearly shocked by her husband ridiculous assumption.

"Well... You also behave the same if not worse. Or do you forget easily?" Nelson asked playfully and winked at his wife.

With her mouth ajar and her face covered with a full blown blush, Maggy could not believe her ears. She just shook her head furiously and went away, stomping her feet loudly as she walked, a clear message to her husband that she was angry.

Men will always be men! She thought. Even in a serious situation they always manage to fix something ridiculous in.

Unknown to the two, Sharleen was wide awake on the bed and heard every word of their bickering.

She really wanted to get up and go to them and ease their worries that she is fine. She hated when she was the cause of worries in her parents eyes and frowns on their faces.

But she could not.

Not that she had bot tried anyway.

It seemed as if her whole body had shut down. No part of her body would respond to any command she tried to pass through.

Her eyes would not close, her tears would not stop flowing, her legs were too weak to bend let alone carry her body, and her hands? Her hands were just there.

It was a miracle really how she managed to walk from the park the previous day after she napped under the tree.

With puffy red eyes, teared face and messy hair, she sure looked like a zombie. Her feet wobbled on the road as she tried her best not to fall with every step she took towards home. When she reached home, she headed straight to her room, not coming out for supper nor breakfast.

Right now the only thing she was able to do was blink. The movement of her eyes shutting up and opening continuously made her to at least forget about a certain someone.

"Sharleen, would you please open this door?" Nicole's pleading voice brought a halt to the boring blinking game that Sharleen was engrossed in.

But she did not move.