Have you ever been in a situation and could not find the perfect word to use to explain how you were feeling? That was the situation I found myself in.
The mist that covered the woman's figure could not allow me to see the face of this dreadful being that came out of my mom’s grave. She is not her because the shape I saw was thinner than her when she was alive.
“Whoever this is, she does not mean good for me,” I thought.
I could not see her clearly, yet I knew she was walking towards me, but slowly because for several minutes, I could not see her yet.
Gradually, the mist started clearing away and I could now see her coming toward me. I was terrified. I wanted to run but could not, and neither could I shout for help. I was held spellbound by this spirit.
My heart was beating so fast and loud, in a very harmonious way that you can hardly tell between it and when a
“Falling in love is not for doctors,” that’s one of the philosophies of one of my lecturers back in medical school.His reason? He said when a doctor falls deeply in love and got heartbroken because of the uncertainties of life, he or she might mistakenly give a patient the wrong treatment and even end up killing him.Though he used to say it as a joke, those words have always been a part of me, partially a philosophy that might be partly responsible for my approach to dating.As I was seeing Sebastian lying on that bed, nothing crossed my mind but the joy that I have finally seen him.As a doctor that I am, I had witnessed such scenes several times. Yet I could not read between the lines so I ran and fell on him, placing my head on his chest, my hair resting freely over his body.“I am so sorry sweetheart. It was all my fault!” I said al
I didn’t know it would be difficult to die. Even though I wanted to die, ironically I found myself struggling to survive. I changed my mind and decided to swim back to the surface but it was too late for me. I gathered the little strength left in me and pushed myself upward but I went not more than a few feet.My eyes began to close as the grip of death finally got a hold of me. In that moment of the throes of my journey to my final abode in the afterlife, the thought of how Jakes would survive without me is all that remained in my memory.Yes! Sebastian needs me in the afterlife, and so does Jakes. I got caught between choosing the one I love, and the one with whom the blood flowing through my veins I share.Regretting my action and thinking Jakes might forever remember me as being selfish, I decided to give my last fight, if perhaps I could win against death and remedy the damage that I was about to cause t
It was a hell of a night. After taking multiple bullets until I lost count of how many bullets found their way into my body, all hope that I would ever survive disappeared. My only fear was for those for whom I was fighting. If I die now without laying my hand on that paper, all I have been through are a waste!I wish I could speak one more time. I would have begged Debby to do all she can to find her dad’s paper and see that my mom comes out of prison. I wanted to show her how to access where I kept the papers to the shares that I have in my grandfather’s company because I had already instructed my lawyer to make her my beneficiary.I would rest in peace wherever I’m going if that is done. But that is not to be because my teeth are already clenching and had refused to part so I could mutter, even if it would be the last time I would ever speak to her.Oh, I hate this world, so unpredictable.&nb
As I entered Walter’s car, I don’t know what I was going to see. My dream terrified me so much that I almost started mourning Sebastian even before I get there. I already have a mental picture of what lay ahead of me.I wish he would have answered even one of the numerous questions that I asked him but he was just mum, focusing only on the wheel. My fear knew no bounds. My heart was pounding loudly. My hand was holding tightly to the car seat as if I was afraid of falling off.“God! Let this dream not come to pass this time around,” I prayed silently.My fear tripled when Walter pulled up in front of a house that was the same as the one I saw in my dream.“Walter, where are we?” I asked curiously just to confirm my fear and my dream.“This is Sebastian’s private apartment, this is where I brought him,” he said coldly.&
As I alighted from the taxi that morning, I was wearing an unusual smile. The gloomy look I have carried for days finally disappeared. I have been united with Sebastian. And with my brother about to start school, I have little to worry about.I was greeting everybody I met on my way as I walked through the hospital going to my usual spot. Even people that had not seen me, I was throwing greetings at them. I guess they were all surprised because for days I have practically avoided everyone.But I still have two problems, no, three rather, that I know await me as I resume work. First is Joan who definitely might be thinking that I deceived her last night, Lucas who threatened and gave me twenty-four hours to tell him where Sebastian is, or get reported to the police for the murder of his cousin, and also Edwards Halloway's demand which was similar to Lucas but could mean more danger than that of the former.Well, getting m
I kept calling all through the day, the moment I got through with an operation or surgery, the next thing I would do is to call him.I could not remember the number of times that I called Sebastian that day. I lost count of it. I know he could yet talk for long, but I just want to hear his voice and make sure he is fine. Just the word “Hello sweetheart” that he coos anytime I called him satisfies me more than any delicious meal that I have ever eaten.I bumped into Brian several times during the day and he could not understand who I was always talking to on phone looking so happy. He seemed too confused to even stop me. But just before his shift was over, he summoned the courage and walked up to me in the bunk room where I was resting.“Hi!” he greeted, more of getting my attention than a courtesy.“Hey! Brian, what’s up?”“I’
I was just looking at the phone, unable to pick it up because I don’t know what to say. I don’t want Joan to know that I have already known where Sebastian is. And there is no way I will answer this call without her getting a clue as to who I was talking to.I could see her looking at me from the corner of her eyes. The phone rang until its end. I put it back into my jeans pocket and started going. But Joan was still standing, looking at me suspiciously. I turned to face her, oh God, her look speaks volumes, a volume that was too voluminous for me to make any sense of what it could mean.“What?” I asked.She did not reply, just looking at me as if she did not hear what I said.“Are you going to stand there staring at me like we are lovers who just broke up? Come on let’s go.”Just then my phone started ringing again. I thought I put it on
I don’t know why Joan is still following me, but I need to lose her. I was supposed to go to the hospital to get my things from the bunk room. But I was willing to let go just to avoid being followed to where I was going.After making the final bend that should lead to the hospital, I hid behind a car and waited until she went into the hospital.Forgetting what I have in the bunk room, which I know would still be there when I get to work the next day, I picked a taxi and headed straight for Sebastian’s private house.As we got close, my heart started beating faster, not knowing what to expect. I was just going through a lot recently that, even if I had no cancer, the tension was enough to give me concern over my health. I move each day not knowing what was coming the next moment but was constantly aware that my life was no longer mine alone.Was this a price I have to pay for dating a thi