AREEZAH✔️

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Everywhere felt foreign.

I didn't know where I was and I also did not know why the walls were painted white, if I haven't loss my memory then I think the walls of my room were pink with a drawing of black butterfly.

I realised that I was dressed in an hospital gown judging from the smell of it. So I was in the hospital.

I could recall how my friends had ditched me at the dinner party, how I'd wanted the rain to sweep me away and also how I vented out my frustration on no one in particular but the world.

The world didn't understand my pain, they judge without really knowing the story. They don't know what you're going through and still come up with hurtful words, adding salt to the already bruised wound.

It's hard to explain my feelings. It's hard for me to explain myself. It has always been like this for me, I don't even have anyone who could understand me and even if I try to explain no one ever listens.

Being an introvert isn't something I'd want to change, I could never trade this for anything else. I just have to deal with the perks that comes with it and social anxiety was one of it, heck socialising should come first.

I have been able to tackle the nervousness that always seeps inside of me whenever I want to start a conversation, my thoughts would always mingle around what the other person might think of me.

"Thank God! She's awake already," I heard a voice said, drawing me out of my thoughts, I couldn't see his face, it was a man judging from his masculine voice. The position I was lying in didn't help, I couldn't move any part of my body and there was a drip on my hand.

I could here shufflings of people coming into the room and the clicking sound of their footsteps against the tiled floor.

"Areezah."

I would have rejoiced and feel at ease hearing the voice of who I call mother if situations weren't different. Now I'm not familiar with the voice again, I do recognize it but it feels strange now that she calls me.

I tried to speak. But I couldn't.

Instead I rotated my head towards her. I was surprised not seeing her only beside me. The whole of my family including Inna and also Hajiya Hajarah. It's clear that Hannan is still angry at me because I see her nowhere around here.

"How are you feeling?" my foster mother asked, as if she cared. I didn't want to seem rude so I decided to reply her but my voice wasn't helping.

I nodded my head in reply instead.

"Allah sarki. Engagement is in four days and she's here at the hospital, doctor when is she getting discharged?" Hajiya Hajarah lamented. My heart beat accelerated at the mention of engagement, was she talking about mine and Jameel's?

Of course it was. Whose else's own would she be talking about.

"She can go home even now, I just need to get the discharge papers ready. And yes, she has temporarily lost her voice as of now due to some complications otherwise she's doing fine." The doctor explains. Loosing my voice was justified, the pressure of shouting at the top of my voice was a big deal.

Ikhsaan and Imaan sheepishly smiled at me. I smiled back at them too while Inna came to the other side of the bed and sat. "Ya Aleezah I missing you so muching. The housing is no sweet withouting you." Inna says, I laughed but onevno could hear it because of my voice.

"Ya Aree how could you have slept in the rain?" Aminah started, sometimes I wonder if she was the eldest. My situation wasn't helping I would have smacked her hardly. How will I sleep inside the rain?