If not love, Whatelse?

CHAPTER ONE

Staring out of the window in deep thoughts, fighting back the tears threatening to spill down my face, as the last thing I want to show now is “weakness”. I can’t afford to show it, I can’t afford to break down now, not when I’ve finally gotten the freedom I’ve always wanted.

I let out a deep sigh as I pulled my eyes away from the window bringing them back to reality, standing before me where to sack bags piled up with clothes,

I gave the room one last look before stepping out and with a confused mind, I shut the door. Leaving back all the pains and traumas I have once felt during the years I stayed in there.

“Camellia,Camellia,” I could hear my little sister’s voice from a distance as I walked towards the front desk.

“Hello! miss camellia,we’re so glad that you’re finally free, and I hope you’d stay away from troubles henceforth” one of the female cops there spoke with a smile while handing some papers to me.

I picked up a pen from the desk and signed without saying a word.

My mind was clouded with so many thoughts,reminiscing on the whole incident as I signed the papers, I just can’t wait to be out of here.

Stepping out of the gaint gate, I totally ignored my sister’s existence because I’m not ready to see or have any conversation with my family members now. I felt the city’s cool breeze welcome me. “Freedom” at last, I whispered, the word tasting bitter on my lips, it sounded so foreign to my ears,I screwed off, scared they’d change their mind.

Lost in my own thoughts, as I continued my journey to the unknown, I had no place in mind to go, and I’ve no intention of going back to my family, Not after they’ve neglected me all these years.

I was tired and weak, I needed a place to rest.i scanned my environment in search for a place to sit,and I found one across the road, as I hastened my steps to cross the road, I heard a whimper in pain.

A young boy was trying to get back on his feet, he was obviously in serious pains, an angry looking woman came up to him. “Eric,come here, you little brat!” She shouted.

The name “Eric” made my world stop for a moment, as I froze right on that spot with memories flooding my mind, the memories from years back came back in a flash.

“Eric”,- my ex boyfriend, his words, his smiles, his touches, our memories together, and most importantly his death all came in one flash, with the last conversation we had before our breakup echoing so loud in my ears.

“I love you so much cami, so much that

I’m scared it might cause me more

harm,but,I still can’t let you go…I’m

Scared cami”.

Eric had told me this that night in his apartment,with his head rested on my thighs.

“ I love you so much Eric and you

Know that right?”

I asked.

“ I know, that’s why I’m ready to give

Up my life for you” he replied.

“C’mon,don’t say that” I cautioned him.

“Cami,you know I’m not lying,I’m not

Scared of dying for you, I’m only

Scared of a world without you” he replied.

“Silly boy” i giggled.

That night was a memorable one for me, he had called me that morning and asked to spend the whole day together and I agreed without a second thought and we did have fun,from cooking together, to telling tales, playing games

Watching movies and having our alone time indoor.

Everything was perfectly fine till he sent me a breakup text ,without a reason for it and what followed next was his death,making me the prime suspect. How?.

I was still lost in thought when the horn of a car and the scream from onlookers brought me back to reality. Fear gripped

me as I saw the car coming towards me in so much speed,it was so close and there was nothing I could do at that moment. I closed my eyes ready for the moment.

“maybe this is my fate after all” I whispered.

Suddenly a hand grasped my shoulder pulling me with so much force, as we both crashed on the other end of the road with him falling flat on the ground and me on top of him, making my saviour whimper in pains.

I slowly opened my eyes as the crowed murmured.

“That was a close one”

“The guy is her hero”

These whispers came from the crowd, staring at the guy who was whimpering in pain. I quickly got back on my feet, so he could stand up too.

A figure stood before me,with his eyes locked on mine.

“Camellia…” he whispered,sending shivers down my spine,memories flooding in as I stared into these familiar eyes.

Was my head playing games with me? Why am I seeing this?

I thought as I tried keeping my eyes open, because my head was already feeling so light.

“Y-ou” I stuttered with tears clouding my eyes.

“Cami…” he called.

And then, everything went blank.