Waking up from Coma

Selina's pov

It's been a week since I woke up from the coma, and I have been insistent on meeting Edwin, my fiancé. We both got into an accident on our way to pick out my wedding dress.

“It is not yet time.” That has always been the generic response that I got from the nurses until I met with the kind doctor who promised to take me to him today.

I have been adjusting my dress and hair for the past few minutes, and I will be lying if I say I am not nervous. It's not like I am not very familiar with Edwin, but both of us have been in a coma for about two months, so seeing him again somewhat means a fresh start to me.

I was still contemplating my choice of dress when I got distracted by the slight movement of the door. My head swiftly turned to the entrance, and standing by the door was Dr. Tonia, staring at me with a big smile plastered on her face.

“I can see that you are all ready,” she teased me; her voice sounded cheerful, yet it held a disturbing crack. My gaze locked on her body while I tried to analyze what could have been wrong with her.

Did something happen while she was out? Why do her eyes look like a bottomless pit telling its own story?

“Is everything all right? Are you fine?” I couldn't stop myself from asking.

Her gaze fluttered hesitantly; she wanted to swallow back her word, but she made a weird request instead: “Can you not go? I mean… can't you meet him later? later when you are feeling better.”

Is she teasing me?

I wasn't expecting the sudden twist in events; my heartbeat increased, and unknowingly, color began to drain away from my face. I took in my lips while staring down emotionally at the terrazzo tiled floor. For almost five minutes after, silence ensued between us until I broke it.

“Is anything the problem? Why are you all hesitating to take me to him? He is my fiance for goodness sake, even if something had happened, don't you think I deserve to know?” I said like an outburst, not minding the soul-taking ache I was feeling in my wound stitches.

My gut is telling me something. I have been trying to shun the uncomfortable feeling I'm my chest but everyone has been acting strange and that alone is frustrating me.

Dr Tonia strolled to my side, she took her seat beside me and gently placed my head on her arm, “it is okay, take some breaths, I will take you to him now.”

Her actions was gentle and motherly. strange enough, I instantly felt a connection with her, I pouted and met with her gaze.

"Really? you aren't going to ditch me like others right?" my eyes was slightly laced with tears. Dr Tonia shivered lightly but still gave me a silent nod.

Relief washed over me as I finally relaxed and allowed myself to be led out, we walked for about two minutes, passing over different corners and meeting different people in despair. All through our walk, my mind was not at rest. I mean… it feels like I am approaching a tornado.

“Miss Selina,” I heard a voice jot me out, my body quivered a bit, I glanced up and managed to give Tonia a smile.

“Sorry, were you saying something?” I asked, trying my best not to sound like I am affected by the tense atmosphere. Tonia looked at me for a while, noone could predict what was going on in her hazy mind.

“Here we are, seem like you zoned out.”

She gestures to a door Infront of us and it was surprising that I didn't even notice it was there before , “thank you so much Dr Tonia, I will forever appreciate you,” I thanked her, pouring out my love in every statement.

I faced the door and calmly placed my hand on the door knob. A part of me was hesitant while the other part was excited, I didn't notice that I had zoned out again until I felt a rub on my shoulder.

it was Tonia's way of convincing me to enter and that was all the motivation I needed.

I pushed the door door forward and it opened with a slight creak. Slowly, I stepped into the room, my steps were slow yet steady.

I closed the door behind me then I internally gathered the courage to stare up. Seated right in front was what seemed like a happy family. Confusion enveloped me like a shield, shock evident on my face.

What are my parents doing here when they couldn't even visit me? All through the months I have spent here, I had hope to see them for once at least. Unfortunately, all my hopes were just horses.

If only wishes were horses

My heart clenched in pain at the sight of the bright smile on my mom's face; my eyes quickly got wet at the flashback of memories I no longer wanted.

Home, they say, is someone's peace, but for me, my home is my nemesis... my trauma, in fact. I took a step forward because no one seemed to have noticed my presence.

My eyes caught the person seated in the corner; a bowl of steaming hot porridge was in her hand, her lips had a smile on them, and her gaze was as soft as a dove's. Anyone who didn't know her would have thought she was an angel.

I was still in my state of daze when the girl, my own twin sister, placed a kiss on Edwin's lips, and this was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Diana! What the fuck is happening here?" All eyes turned towards me. The painful thing was that they all acted like I was crazy.

“Who are you, and why are you here to disturb our peace?” It was as if I didn't hear things right; my heart slammed heavily against my chest, and the fear to confirm the owner of the voice overtook my previous anger.

“You weren't deaf when you spoke rudely to my fiancee,” the voice ridiculed, and the last statement made me turn around with urgency.

Fiancée??? I screamed. Internally, did this boy hit his head? Did he mistake us for each other?

“Fiancée? Edwin, I think you might be mistaken. I am your fiancé; I am Selina.”

I have never witnessed the level of disgust that Edwin showed with his eyes; his lips swirled up in a smirk, and he answered, “Ohh, you are probably the devil I was warned about. I, Edwin, don't have anything to do with you, and for your information, next week is my wedding with my beautiful peach.”

Did Edwin hit his head? I am very certain that something is wrong here; Edwin has always loved me and deeply cared about me. What the hell happened? At this point, I just need someone to explain things to me.

My heartbeat increased, and I stared up at my parents. “I think something is wrong. What exactly is the issue? None of you even visited through my coma, but here you are; you even have the gall to lie to him. Where did I go wrong with you guys? Why are you hell-bent on frustrating my life?” I screamed at my parents, pain evident in my voice, and a glassy teardrop hung in the corner of my eye. Slimy saliva gathered by the corner of my mouth, threatening to drop at any point.

I broke down on the floor, crying loudly. I remained like that for a long time, and none of them came to comfort me.

The fierce part of me wasn't willing to just let it be like that; I stood up and wiped the corner of my mouth. My aura changed to that of anger, and I began to walk slowly to the bedside where my twin sister, Diana, was seated.

“Sis, I know you love Edwin, but you really can't separate us; he lost his memory, and he only remembers me. We are deeply in love with each other,” Diana said in a shaky voice, acting coy by clinging onto Edwin's arm.

She is the type to win any man to herself; all she does is act pitiful, and voila, she gets what she wants. That was the same thing she did just now, and that earned her a sweet look from Edwin.

“You… you bitch,” I stuttered and rushed to her side. Just before I could lay my hand on her, I felt a heavy push on my body, and that landed me on the floor.

Pain jolted through my body, I heard the ripping sound of my stitch, and the bright light in the room appeared dim as my eyeball turned around, my brain trying to pass the message of what just happened.

I groaned as I tried to stand up from the ground; the face of the person that hit me, Edwin, zoomed in my eyes; all the strength left in me drained off, and I instantly lost the will to live. This is the man I have loved all my life.

This is the family I have given my last to.

These are the people I have sacrificed everything I owned to.

Gradually, life seeped out of my body, and before I could plead to be saved, my body went limp… I blacked out.