I cried until exhaustion took over, my body finally succumbing to the relentless emotional storm that had torn through me.
Sleep came not as a relief but as an escape, and even then, it was fleeting. It felt like I had barely closed my eyes when the harsh sunlight pierced through the curtains, dragging me back into reality. Groggily, I opened my eyes, disoriented and confused. How was it morning already? The night had passed in a blur, and I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that I had only slept for a few moments. I sat up in bed, and immediately, the familiar ache in my chest resurfaced, a heavy reminder that grief hadn’t let go of its grip. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the haze of sleep, but it clung to me like a stubborn shadow, refusing to let me feel rested. The memories of yesterday came flooding back, each one more overwhelming than the last. I threw off the covers, my body protesting with every movement. I hadn’t slept enough—my red, puffy eyes and aching muscles were proof of that. Stumbling to the bathroom, I flipped on the light switch, wincing as the bright light assaulted my senses. My reflection in the mirror was a harsh reality check. I looked like a mess—my eyes swollen from crying, my face pale and gaunt. The person staring back at me seemed like a stranger, a shadow of who I once was. I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on my face in a futile attempt to wake myself up. But no amount of water could wash away the exhaustion clinging to me. I was still tired, still grieving, still trapped in this nightmare that had become my life. Taking a deep breath, I tried to shake off the weariness, forcing myself to keep moving. I brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, and dressed in a red shoulder-less top and black joggers, not caring how I looked. I just needed to get out of that room. As I stepped into the corridor, I spotted Mrs. Victoria standing near the railing, watching the workers go about their duties with that same cold, calculating expression she always wore. "Good morning, Mrs. Victoria," I greeted her, my voice calm and polite, though inside, I braced myself for her response. She turned toward me, her eyes narrowing with contempt. "What's good about the morning, Aries?" she snapped, her voice laced with venom. She hissed, a sound of pure disdain, as if my very presence offended her. "You think you can just walk up to me and greet me like everything is fine? After what you did to my daughter? You're a wicked girl, Aries." Her voice rose, echoing down the corridor, and I could feel the weight of her words pressing down on me, sharp and cutting. She took a step closer, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're a deceitful, manipulative child. Do you think a simple 'good morning' will make everything okay? You're not even sorry for what you did, are you?" She pointed her finger at me, accusation dripping from her every word. The workers below had stopped, their eyes on us, curiosity and unease written on their faces. I felt a surge of embarrassment, anxiety gnawing at my insides, but I stood my ground, refusing to let her see me break. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Victoria," I said, trying to placate her, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I didn’t mean to hurt Sophia. It was just a misunderstanding." But she scoffed, her face twisting with disgust. "A misunderstanding? Do you think slapping my daughter is a misunderstanding? You're a menace, Aries." Her words struck deep, and for a moment, I wanted to defend myself, to explain, but I knew it would be futile. Nothing I said would change her mind. I took a deep breath and turned away, leaving her venomous words behind as I headed downstairs. As I came downstairs, the atmosphere shifted. The workers greeted me warmly, offering me some semblance of comfort after Mrs. Victoria’s harsh words. Mrs. Kate, the cleaner, was the first to speak up, her voice gentle. "Good morning, Aries, dear. How are you doing today?" A chorus of greetings followed, and though I appreciated their kindness, I still felt the weight of my grief pressing down on me. Their concern was like a balm to my soul, but it couldn’t erase the pain. I went to the kitchen, I walked over to Mrs. Jenkins, who was washing dishes, and greeted her as well. "Good morning, Mrs. Jenkins." She turned to me with a bright smile. "Oh my! Good morning, Aries, dear!" Her cheerfulness was infectious, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker of warmth in the coldness that had settled around me. "How are you doing, Mrs. Jenkins?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the heaviness inside me. "I'm doing great, and you?" she paused, her smile faltering slightly as she studied me. "How was your night?" I forced a smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. "I'm doing okay. I had a good night’s sleep, but I’m still trying to shake off the emotional exhaustion." My voice wavered, the vulnerability slipping through despite my efforts to hide it. "I feel a little weak, both physically and mentally, like the weight of my grief is still bearing down on me." My eyes welled up with tears, but I blinked them away, refusing to break down again. Mrs. Jenkins’ expression softened, her motherly concern evident. "It's only normal to feel that way, dear. You’ve been through so much." She reached out, giving my hand a comforting squeeze. "Why don’t you go back upstairs and rest? I’ll bring your breakfast to your room." "Thank you, Mrs. Jenkins. I really appreciate it," I said, feeling a bit of warmth return to my heart at her kindness. As I walked back upstairs, my feet felt heavier with each step. I tried to block out the lingering echoes of Mrs. Victoria’s harsh words, focusing instead on just making it back to my room. But as I passed by Mrs. Victoria's door, I overheard her speaking on the phone, her voice sharp and clear. "Yes, it's true... the company is folding... the main shareholder has withdrawn his shares... it's a disaster," she said, her tone cold and calculating. A shiver ran down my spine as her words sank in. Could it be true? Was our company really in such dire straits? I stopped in my tracks, a strange smile tugging at my lips. "Everything was going as my mom predicted," I thought, a bittersweet sense of satisfaction mingling with the sorrow that never quite left me.I entered my room for the first time since my mom's passing, a laugh escaped me—soft and ironic, tinged with the bitter edge of everything that had changed. It felt strange to find even a flicker of happiness amidst the grief that had become my constant shadow. The laughter didn’t feel real, almost like a defence mechanism against the overwhelming sadness.I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. My eyes scanned the room—everything looked exactly as I had left it, yet nothing felt the same. The room had a hollow feeling, as though the life that once filled it had been sucked out, leaving only memories in its wake.The silence was deafening. I could almost hear my mom's voice, soft and soothing, whispering in my ear, offering comfort that I so desperately needed. But she wasn't there. She would never be there again.I walked over to m
Mum please don't leave me" I cried beside my mum who was lying helplessly on the hospital bed, I kept crying and crying.Suddenly a man in his late twenties entered my mum's private room. The man who entered the hospital room was tall and lean, with a athletic build that was evident even under his white lab coat. He stood at around six point two inches with broad shoulders and a strong jawline, giving him a confident and authoritative presence. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled with compassion as he approached the hospital bed.His white lab coat was crisp and spotless, with a name tag that read "Dr. Ryan KEAL" in bold letters. The coat was slightly open, revealing a hint of a tailored white shirt and a slim black tie. His dark blue jeans fit perfectly, accentuating his toned legs.As he moved closer, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with kindness and concern. His smile was warm and gentle, putting me at ease despite the chaos of emotions
After gathering my thoughts I summoned the courage to speak back to the doctor I asked. "When will the surgery commence" I looked up to Dr Ryan pitifully because my mom was the only one I related to and she was always there for me.Dr. Ryan's expression turned gentle, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "We're aiming to perform the surgery as soon as possible, but we need to run some additional tests to ensure that your mother is stable enough for the operation," he explained softly.He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I'd say within the next 24 to 48 hours, depending on the test results. We want to make sure that we're giving her the best possible chance of success."Dr. Ryan's voice was filled with reassurance, but I could sense a hint of caution beneath the surface. He knew that the situation was critical, and he was trying to prepare me for any outcome."We'll be monitoring her closely, and I'll personally be overseeing her care," he added. "I
As I sat beside my mother's hospital bed, my mind was racing with thoughts of how she ended up in this situation. I had seen her just that morning, and she was fine. We had breakfast together, and she was her usual self, chatting and laughing. I couldn't understand how things had taken a turn for the worse so quickly.Just as I was lost in thought, a woman in her late forties entered the room. It was Mrs. Jenkins, my mother's private nanny. She was carrying a medium-sized bag and looked worried."Aries, dear, I'm so glad you're here," Mrs. Jenkins said, setting the bag down on the floor. "I've brought some of your mother's things from home. I thought they might make her feel more comfortable."I nodded, still trying to process everything. "Thanks, Mrs. Jenkins. I appreciate it."Mrs. Jenkins came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is a lot to take in, dear. But we'll get through it together. Your mother is strong, and she'll fight this."I nodded again, feeling a
I felt a wave of relief, followed by a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, my mother would be okay."That's great news," Mrs. Jenkins exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile.Nurse Thompson nodded. "Yes, it is. However, we still need to be cautious. The surgery is complex, and there are risks involved. But with your mother's current condition, we believe it's the best course of action."I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. I looked down at my mother, still lying helplessly in the bed, and felt a surge of determination. I would be there for her, every step of the way."What's the next step?" I asked, looking up at Nurse Thompson."We'll be preparing your mother for surgery shortly," she replied. "Dr. Ryan will come in to explain everything in more detail, but I wanted to give you a heads up on the results."I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Nurse Thompson. "Thank you for telling us. That means a lot to us."Nurse Thompson smiled and nodded before turning
As Mr. Thompson led me to the car, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The hospital was behind me, and I was headed home. We drove off, the smooth hum of the engine and the soft purr of the wheels on the pavement lulling me into a state of relaxation.After about thirty minutes of driving through the winding roads, we finally arrived at our villa, our mansion. The building came into view, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at its grandeur. The villa was a sprawling structure, with high ceilings, large windows, and a facade that seemed to stretch on forever.The exterior was a warm, honey-coloured stone, with intricate carvings and ornate details that spoke of a bygone era. The roof was a deep, rich brown, with tiles that seemed to shimmer in the fading light of day.As we pulled up to the entrance, I could see the beautifully manicured gardens, with flowers and shrubs that seemed to dance in the breeze. The sound of a small fountain burbled in the distance, adding to th
I stood up, stretching my legs after two hours of pacing and praying in the hallway. The red bulb above the operating room door still glowed, indicating that the surgery was ongoing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I had prayed until I felt a sense of peace wash over me, but the anxiety was still there, lurking beneath the surface.As I stood there, I noticed a few other families waiting in the hallway, all of us united in our concern for our loved ones. Some were pacing like I had been, while others sat in chairs, their eyes fixed on the floor. We exchanged sympathetic glances, but no one spoke. We all knew why we were there, and words weren't necessary.I decided to take a seat in one of the chairs, trying to collect my thoughts. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick update to Rachel, letting her know that the surgery was still ongoing. She responded immediately, sending a string of encouraging messages and emojis.As I scrolled through my phone, I notic
As I slowly opened my eyes, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows of my bedroom greeted me, signaling a new day. I stretched my arms and yawned, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after a good night's sleep. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. As I scrolled through my notifications, my heart skipped a beat as I saw a text from Mrs. Jenkins.I quickly opened the message, my eyes scanning the screen with anticipation. And then I saw the words that made my heart soar:"Aries, dear, I have wonderful news! Your mother is awake and doing well. She's still a bit weak, but she's smiling and asking for you. Come visit her as soon as you can."I let out a loud shout of joy, my voice echoing off the walls of my bedroom. "Yes! Oh, thank God!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air. Tears of happiness pricked at the corners of my eyes as I felt a wave of relief.I threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.As I jumped out of bed, I quickly made