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LUKA"Did you see this girl here at the night of the party?" I asked, feeling my head pound. The red eyed boy who was barely listening to us answered, "No." "Damn it, you didn't even look at the picture," I grabbed him at the shoulder to shake him and I must have caught him off guard because then he peered back into my phone. "Relax man. You know how these college parties go. I'm not sure, I remember what happened that night, remembering someone I saw is a far stretch." "Yes but you should slow down on the drugs then," Paula dragged me away from him knowing that I was close to my breaking point. "Screaming at him isn't going to change anything. I need you to calm down." "I can't fucking calm down Paula. It's been two days. I'm at the end of the rope and it feels like I'm losing my mind. It feels like Bella getting kidnapped over and over again and I don't know what is wrong with her and it's like living close to an edge knowing that you're going down very fast. And I can't breath
BELLAPain; An unpleasant emotional or sensory experience that is associated with actual or potential damage. While unpleasant, pain is actually protective. It lets us know that we are alive, tells us when to run from danger or how much of it could kill us. They say there is a very thin line between pain and pleasure but there is a much more thinner line between pain and nothingness, a place where you retreat into where pain can't touch you. How much pain can a human take before you find out that enough is enough and drive down the ledge. I watched my mom from my position on the bed where I was propped up with my leg hanged up to a suspension kit and rods and metals hanging out from it as indication of the restriction they did on my femur. I had an open fracture of the femur bone, I also broke one rib that pierced my lung and had me unconscious for a few days but everything has been resolved except for my thigh. It will take approximately 6-12 weeks for my thigh to remain in this
"Do you think you're open to talking about the miscarriage now? This is our tenth session together so far." Liz my therapist asked and I shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright then, we will leave that till when you genuinely want to discuss it yourself and feel like you're ready."I scoffed and adjusted in the warm fuzzy cushion keeping my eyes on the sand glass that was inverted and draining slowly. This office space was warm and cozy especially for one that wasn't a private practice. It had daring art pieces on a wall, one of a picture of a face mostly the tongue with sink hole drainage and another beside with a padlock on the lips and the last of a girl with bright eyes and a protruding tongue with a wide smile. Everytime I've sat in this office the first picture gave me the jeebies just because I had Trypophobia and wondered how anyone could stare at without feeling irritated. The second one was thought provoking because of the sadness in the models eyes and the huge padlock dangling o
LUKAPaula- Where are you? Me: I'm in class. Paula: Is it your last class for the day? Me: Yes. Paula: Oh. I'm glad you are finally taking classes and school serious again. Me: I will now if you stop texting me. Paula: well I'm just checking up on youI'M FINE! I typed out furiously in all caps before erasing it and just throwing the phone back into my bag before sighing loudly. I'm tired of the constant check ups and the excessive cuddling and worry. I am fine. It's been a year. One whole year. That's enough time to move on isn't it? If that's is so then why are you planning to go to the police station after class?Because I need closure. I need to know that she is fine somewhere than not knowing if she is dead or alive or dropped off the face of the earth. They were actually pretty good at running. Because no matter how much I searched I've come up empty. It was either I wasn't looking in the right places or they went to great lengths to be hidden. There are days I'm not
LUKA"You're going to wake up Leonardo." I whispered in a hushed tone to Paula, hoping that she'll at least get my hint and stop shouting. "I don't care if he wakes up or not. What I care about right now is saving you from going down this part that will only end up hurting you even more.I chuckled dryly and shrugged," it's really not a big deal, I just haven't had time to box up her stuff." She knew I was lying, I couldn't be more obvious."Okay so start boxing them up now." She moved towards the closet and I pulled her back angrily. "Why are you acting this way? She is your friend." She stopped in her tracks and sighed loudly before spinning on her heels to face me, "Was, she was my friend. Not anymore." She stalked towards me before continuing, "Do you want to know why? A friend will at least reach out to let me know that she was fine. I wasn't the one that hurt her. All I've done is have her back and choose her side even with you. But she just freaking dropped off the face of
LUKA"Father," I called out tautly, crossing my legs and bringing the coffee mug to my lips. The sunglasses my dad had on didn't let me see his full expression but I'm sure it's one that shows his displeasure. The Cafe we were in was the one just a short drive back to school. Paula had told me to drive her here for croissants but had disappeared the moment he arrived. "I was expecting a bit more welcome and excitement since I haven't seen or heard from you in almost a year." "And I wasn't expecting you at all. If I knew you were going to be here, I wouldn't have shown up at all." I snapped back, gripping the edge of the wooden table tightly. "Why? Oh. This is because I didn't drop everything and give you access to use my resources to find your lost girlfriend?" The way he said it so flippantly had me close to losing the ironclad control I've worked hard all year to keep in place. I remember so clearly how after I left Bella's mum's empty house I had gone home and showed up at di
LUKADylan was already inside the main club ground when I caught up with him. He threw his hands up and moved his waist shuffling around the dance floor with a big smile and I rolled my eyes not quite catching the amusement. "Just loosen up a little and we'll go. You don't even have to drink or go home with a girl, just dance and have a little fun." He pouted his lips now pulling me further and I scoffed in irritation. I get that this is his own idea of what used to look like fun for me but right now this isn't it. But at least I can appreciate the fact that's he is trying so I let myself be pulled to the dance floor. The throngs of body around us all smelled of booze, perfumes and sex which made me nauseous. I closed my eyes and sighed loudly trying to exhale and let go of all the thoughts that were going on in my head. The noise was a good distraction, I tried to tune it out and focused solely on my breathing, in and out. The moment I opened my eyes again, I did feel lighter
BELLAOne of my biggest life lessons learnt is that it is a continuous loop of good and bad. There will be no continuous happy days with no end. Just more sad and lonely ones sprinkled with little things that make you happy. So you have to latch on tight to those little things as means to fuel your joy or drown. It's the only way I got through the last one year. With the long rehab break most basketball camps were over and I wasn't able to play for almost a year, no college would offer me a basketball scholarship anymore. It was a continuum of watching everything I wanted vanish into smoke. I'll never be a professional basketball player. I lost that opportunity already, then there is the miscarriage, the time out of school and barely managing to get my high school degree, all my old friends; Tammy, Jamie, Paula, Dylan and he who shall never be named, remembered or aknowledged. I had to cut off from all my old friends because it had to be a clean break between me and everyone that
My hands trailed on the rough skin on Bella's thigh with so much concentration that I didn't miss it when she flinched away. The loving and tenderness that I have spent the last one hour coaxing into her skin was gone. In its place was the rigid straightening of her spine and shoulders, an indication of how tense she suddenly became, almost as if she knew what was coming.The last six months we have been living in a bubble. I had accepted that it was okay for her not to say those three magical words that used to make my heart soar back to me, but lately it's been getting to me. Or maybe it's the way she never wants to talk about the 2 year gap in our relationship, or the baby we didn't know we had but lost. I want to know if she still secretly blames me for what happened. If every single time she sees the scars she hates me the way I do myself. I didn't mean to but I sighed loudly, my shoulder drooping before I rolled her body away from mine and got up padding softly to the bathroom
"I'm really sorry for the part I played in this. Especially knowing that you saw everything that happened that night. We staged a ruse and didn't take you into consideration and for that I'm sorry. Luka is my friend, and all I want is for him to be happy. He means so much to me that's why I came here and I told you my side of the story, it's up to you now whether you believe it or not." Erica ended and got up to leave. I couldn't bring myself to nod or acknowledge her. She had shown me proof that she was after all in a relationship with someone then, who was a professor at their school and telling me this could put her in trouble but she had chosen to do it anyway. I don't know what I was expecting to feel when the 'proof' came, but I'm not sure it's this. If I don't have the usual anger or person to blame for all my predicament then where do I stand? What is this deflated feeling I have in my stomach? Like a balloon punctured at the far end. "Bella," Luka began after a whi
The ride down to Luka's place was one of the most uncomfortable rides I've ever had to endure. My reference to his trysts with other girls was like an elephant in the room. It made me irritated and angry but he looked sad and kept giving me glances which I acted like I wasn't aware of. It was a different apartment from the last one which came to me as a suprise. But what I didn't expect was to see a fur covered, energetic dog launch at me. It did occur to me to go back to the shelter and ask about her wellbeinh after I got out of the hospital but I always assumed she would have been adopted or have moved on without remembering who I was. The moment she saw me she barked loudly and ran to me, wagging her tail. She remembered me, and that made me so warm and happy inside. I spent the next few minutes sitting there on the floor of Luka's studio apartment recieving her licks and hugs and reciprocating her love with my belly rubs and hugs. It took a while before she went on to greet Luk
Life was slowly and steadily returning to normal. Did I cry alot after that phone call with Luka? Yes. Did I fight the urge to go to him and be sure he is okay concerning the pregnancy bombshell I dropped on him? Yes. Did I think he'll show up after that night and actually accept responsibility to apologize for the way every thing turned out? Again Yes. But he didn't. Somehow, whatever I said to him must have resounded with him because he stayed away just as I asked. And it took a while but I took a day at a time. I showed up to classes, I smiled when it was necessary and went to as much of the freshers parties I could go to while my therapist tried to make sure I didn't loose my mind. Day in day out, I told myself that now that I have confronted Luka with all the hurt and the pain, I didn't need to see him again and I was happy that he didn't show off so why was he here now and why did I feel the familiar warmth and twinge in my chest that was usually there whenever I was near h
LUKAKnowledge isn't always power, it's sometimes pain. The kind that has you buckled over like you were kicked in the nuts. Nothing about this all consuming pain makes knowing about everything feel powerful. l feel powerless. With no single idea on how to fix this. My eyes burn and my wrist hurts from drawing and painting all day today. I also felt weak all over. When I drove down to Bella's dorm room last night all that was going on in my head was that I needed it not to be true. That there was a way out, a slim ray of hope that still gives me a redeemable chance but it had turned out to be the opposite of that. Not only had the details of what happened over the one year that I had stormed into my dad's office to get, found out to be true there were also more. Like a baby, a child between Bella and I that had miscarried. So much has happened, and I have no idea how I'm going to fix it. I haven't slept in almost 72hours. From the flight down home, to the flight back to going to
BELLA"Who is there?" I snapped. The loud noise coming from the person banging at the door repeatedly and forcefully echoed around my little room. "Who is there?" I called out even louder than earlier and was met with no response, just continuous, loud, pounding on the door. I thought about ignoring the person since they didn't answer me, and also because it was too late at night to be calling on someone since it was raining heavily. I grabbed my phone, "if you're not going to answer, I'm calling Campus security." The knocks and pounding stopped for a while after my threat and I heard the person curse out loudly in a strange language that wasn't totally foreign to me, since I knew the accent. Before I could come up with a solution, the loud knocks continued. I opened the door intent on giving the person a piece of my mind if it was who I thought it was and I was right. It was Luka. He was standing there soaking wet from the rain with his teeth chattering from cold and his eyes re
LUKAI woke up with an insane need to vomit and shot out of the tiny bed, searching with my eyes for the nearest toilet before I did it all over the floor. I barely made it to the toilet bowl before I found myself puking all over the cramped toilet floor. I puked and puked till I started to retch and my entire body felt weak and tired. Where the fuck am I and how did I get there? I lay back down on the cold floor, a little farther from the mess I just made but close to the toilet seat, and rubbed my head trying to remember bits and pieces from last night. It was the same thing from the last few days. I went out to drink, then Dylan joined me and the night ended with me drinking to stupour basically.I looked around the room, the toilet floor did look clean and I had zero energy to lift my body up right now anyway. The patterns on the floor of the toilet were faded like it had been scrubbed off due to use. From my position on the floor I couldn't see past a flowery pattern shower c
BELLA"I ran into Luka at school." I tried to make my declaration as unimportant as possible so that my mom wouldn't be alarmed or throw a fit and I must have succeeded because she didn't say anything. She was putting away the groceries and if not for the slight pause in her movements I would have thought she didn't hear me. "Ma, did you hear me?" I asked just to be sure. "It's been more than two weeks now why are just telling me?" My mouth opened on its own when she said that. "How...how did you know?" I managed to stammer out. "Are you having me followed?" I chuckled at the question, "nah, we don't have enough money for that." "Seriously mum, how did you know?" "Why else did you put your head on my laps and was crying some weeks ago? And what else could be the reason behind you moping? The only reason you're telling me now, is because you're moving to the dorms tomorrow." Wow. Nothing ever passed by this woman. Nothing. As in Zilch, Zero, Nada. "Just because I didn't say a
LUKAI threw my bag to the floor and fell on the couch like a sack of potatoes before sighing loudly. Sam, who when she heard the door open ran up to me wagging her tail in excitement followed me now to the couch and I stretched to pat her on the head. It did make me feel good everytime I walked in and there was always someone excited to see me. I barely had any time to think about my sad life and everything that happened today; from seeing Bella earlier to her running away, to me going back to school to finish up some school work to coming back home.But I know that I'm tired, very much so. I really think it's more mental exhaustion than physical. I guess I deserved this cold treatment but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt cause it hurts like a bitch. I got up and trudged to the fridge to get a bottle of water and the moment the cold liquid entered my stomach in protest it grumbled. I haven't eaten anything almost all day. I opened the fridge to search for something I could eat