Twenty one

CHAPTER 21

GLENN

I blinked my eyes rapidly to adapt to the deem light that shone into it. The not so bright light really wasn’t helping in any way to rid me of the current pounding in my head. In any case, it caused the pain to intensify so I lay down there quietly, trying to get my eyes to get used to it before finally snapping it open.

Even after I did that, the headache was still very much preeminent and I realized one more thing. The source of the light was from the bedside table beside the bed I lay and was so doll I couldn’t even make out what was two feet in front of me.

I tried to rummage through my brain for anything, anything that will help me point out how I got into the current situation I was in. Lying down on a very comfortable bed with an active headache and very weak bones. I felt almost feverish.

But I couldn’t for the life of me remembered how I managed to get myself in this situation and the more I try to think, the more my head pounded so at some point I gave up and just continue the lay there in hope that the headache will at least go away and I will get up from the bed and find out for myself where I was cause this certainly wasn’t my space.

More reason to why I knew the space wasn’t mine was the active smell of incense. I never burned them and never was in possession of any.

Trying one more time again, I looked around the almost dark room squirting my eyes to see past the gloomy lamp in front of me but I saw almost nothing. Just a shadow of what I thought must be furniture of some sort.

But just when I was about to give up again, something clicked in my brain and everything flashed back into my head. My brow arched as I thought deeper into it. Was I not supposed to be dead?

The last thing I remembered was being cut down from the rope I hanged myself unto. I felt a raging anger burning inside of me as it finally registered in my head that I have been saved. I have been rescued and will have to go on with living, the last thing I wanted for myself.

“Who dared to save me? Who dares…..” my words seized in my head as I remembered something new. Someone had been there with me. The memory was fuzzy but I was certain that there had been someone there with me. And that was the person who cut the rope, the person who saved me. My anger only intensified at the thought of that.

I just wanted to die. I wanted peace and to ease the stress and pain of this earth. Nothing more but somehow, even that little dream of mine couldn’t come through. Was the miserable life I had been living not enough? Why can’t I just get what I want for once in my life.

Death is not something that people wished for themselves but I wished that on myself, why can’t that be just granted to me. Am I that very much pathetic that even that single dreadful wish couldn’t be granted to me.

The last piece of memory surged into my head like a dream and before I could stop myself from reacting, I jolted up and was in a sitting form instantly. I could finally make out the face of the person that was with me. The person who saved me and it was no one other than the man that almost hit me with his car.

If I was angry before then certainly I was now furious. I could almost hear my head protesting as I gritted my teeth and the headache surged further. Why would he do that? Why can’t people just mind their damn businesses? Not ending my life with his car was not enough, he had to go around and also saved me when I tried to do the job myself.

The next thing I thought of doing was to leave. I just couldn’t entertain the idea of just laying here and waiting for him. I couldn’t bear to see his face anymore. That will do no good for the both of us.

Ignoring the surging pain throughout my entire body, I made a move to leave the bed. Slowly moving my legs to the edge and dropping them on the bare floor. The icy cold feeling of the marbled floor in my feet caused me to wince but I made no move to return them back to the bed. Instead, I pushed myself further to the mouth of the bed. With a heavy breath, I finally pushed myself into a standing position.

My wobbly legs almost gave me away to the floor but I held onto the nearest wall to me for support. After a moment to get my legs to adapt to the new position, I began to move slowly toward where I thought the door leading outside would be even though I could see more than two feet in front of me.

“I won’t do that if I were you” a voice suddenly rang through the entire room and without a single effort to remember, I knew who it was. The anger I tried so much to suppress was back in full force which actually gave me the energy to swirl around swiftly and glare at where I thought the voice came from.

And true to my thought, as I squirt my eyes and observe carefully, I could make out a shadowy form sitting comfortably on a chair from across the room. The fact that he was just sitting there calmly and even had the nerve to swirl slowly around, a cup in his hand got me even angrier than I thought I could be.

Was he trying to throw the fact that he saved me in my face or something? If so then he was really doing a great job and that alone was enough to push me off the edge. I tried, I really tried to ignore him and just waltz out of the room like he wasn’t even there but when he signed contently and pushed himself back into a relaxing posture, I lost it and I snapped.

“Who do you think you are? Going around and sticking your nose up people’s business. I never asked to be saved. Why did you just mind your damn business and go on with your life? Did you have to put me back in this situation again?” I inquired, my voice full of anger and strength I never knew I possessed a few moments ago.

I expected an answer, an insult, anger. Just anything that would convey to me how furious he was that I was not an ungrateful bitch and couldn’t even thank him for saving me but instead I was met with silence. An eerily kind of silence as I felt his eyes still intensely staring at me. Which got me even more angry if that was possible.

“What are you even doing in my life anyways. What on earth is your damn business what I do with it. You had a chance to help me. Just end the pathetic life I was living but you did not and when I tried to handle my fucking business my way, you went ahead and shove yourself into that too. Why can’t you just stay away from my life. If you had just knocked me down with your car, nothing like that would have happened now. Why did you not do that when you had the chance?” I asked again but was met with another heavy silence.

Seriously, who did he think he was? He had the nerve to put himself into my life and then go ahead and continue to ignore me? I gritted my teeth some more and swallowed the foul and unladylike words that were about to sprang out of my mouth. He was not worth wasting more of my time on. I have a feeling whatever I say would be met with silence as a response so it was better I let him be.

“I am leaving” I murmured more to myself and not so sure if he heard but he did because he replied almost immediately.

“I don’t think that is a good idea. You are not strong enough to do so” his hoarse voice rang throughout the room again which caused me to arched my brow. So now he could talk.

“Watch me!” I spat out and twirled around, leaving me to his thoughts. He could think whatever he wanted to but I am moving as far away from him as my feet could carry me.

But apparently I really gave more credit to my feet than they carried because the next thing I was dropping fast down on the floor just as I put my hand on the door handle.

The last thing I remembered was me yelling and then darkness.