Haunted

Elisa ✓

I woke up rather weak, my head was aching a little bit and thank God I've got no bad dreams this time. I rushed everything I had to do because I had woken up a little late than usual.

I packed my car in the parking lot, hasting my footsteps to my office. I looked at my wrist watch, 7: 45 am, thank goodness.

I started working on my uncompleted files, hoping Mr Kent will arrive when I am almost done. If not, I should be expecting a ten time the ones I have dropped on my desk.

Stacy arrived five minutes after I drove in, luckily she was less busy with her stuffs so she decided on helping me out. Excuse me, what are friends for?

Finally, or would I rather say, fortunately, we were done twenty minutes before Mr Kent arrived. But before that, I didn't realize I was looking so dull today and stacy had been studying me the whole time.

I wish she can understand why I am having this crazy new happenings going on in my life. I know she will understand, but I hated it when people consoles me that everything is alright when nothing seems to be... At all.

" You look dull, any bad dreams again? " I knew she would ask, so it never came as a surprise.

" No, stacy, I am not alright. Nothing seems to be alright anymore, Stacy. First some kinda nightmare and second, jumping into some weird stranger last night. "

" Last night? "

" Yes, last night, Stacy. Few minutes after I had dropped you home. "

" Would you mind telling me? " She requested.

" There is this guy, he was standing right at the middle of the road. He was bleeding all over his body, I mean he looked like a mess. I don't know why but he refused to go to the hospital, like he was scared of something. "

" Did you take him to the hospital? "

" Yes, I had to, Stacy. He really needed an attention. "

" Have you gone to check on him? "

" No, I was planning on doing that after work. I really pity him, I pray he survives it. "

" Don't worry, Elisa, he really will survive it. "

" Stacy you need to see how beaten up he appeared last night like he was going to die. What if he eventually passed out, what will I say? I don't know him, we just came across each other at the middle of the road and I had no option but to help him? "

" No, Elisa, you'll have to tell them the truth. It's high time you stop bothering about your life becoming so creepy and the rest of them. Things happen for a reason, we just have to embrace them the way they are. "

" No, I can't, Stacy. I can't accept any of this as fate, it's horrible and it's totally frightening me. What if this has something to do with my dream? "

" It definitely can't be. Maybe he had just survived a fatal accident, I guess. "

" Yeah, maybe. " I picked up my pen, drumming it on the desk as if that would calm me down. I was beginning to wonder why I was taking this so serious.

I shouldn't be taking this so serious, everything is alright if I begin to see it that way.

Today ran painfully slow, and thank God it really did. Somehow I was hoping it would be slower than it was. Although I might not be that scared or worried anymore, but some part of me still trembles.

Just as usual, I drove Stacy back home. We were gisting about her idea on buying a new car and saving me the stress of driving her back home all the time.

I know she's only trying to consider me but I ain't complaining. It's already part of me, so I don't take it as anything. " Stacy, you know I never complained. It's okay for you to buy a new car, but I don't want to look as if I hated the way I drive you back home. "

" I understand, and no one is saying that you complained. Sometimes, I feel like I need to reduce you the stress and cost of driving me home and then back to your house. And also, my mother has been singing the idea in my head, she said she wouldn't want to spend on transport while I sit my ass at home. "

" Honestly, I am very happy for you. I can't wait to have you drop me home everyday after work. "

" Mmm. I hope you won't laugh at me at my first try, I'm really a slow learner. "

" Don't worry, we can make up a day for you, weekends will be cool right? "

" Saturday or Sunday? "

" Uhmm... Saturday, I will have a lot to do on Sundays. Every Saturday at the park, what do you think? "

" That would be great! Thank you so much. " She thanked me a million times before we got to her home. Her mother was standing outside the door so, I waved at her with a smile and she waved back, smiling too. " Awwn, she's so sweet. "

" Yeah, everyone says that, forgetting how sweet I am. " she said, jealous.

" Seriously, Stacy, you are also sweet and cool. I just like how nice she plays towards me, that's all. " I explained.

" Unless that, well thanks for the ride. Good night. "

" Bye, " I waved.

" Bye, Elisa. " She waved back, " Evening mom, " I heard her say as she kissed her mother by the cheeks. Somehow, I envied Stacy of her happiness. She was always with someone, someone to call a mother.

But look at me, an orphan since I was twelve. If not of Mr Kent, I would have been searching from homes to homes, seeking for food. And I would have appeared as that ghetto and hopeless girl who worths nothing to life.

But I ain't complaining either.

I made the left turn which led to the hospital. I first meet with the receptionist where I settled the strangers bill before leaving to his ward. I stood at the door which I was directed to, I don't know how he will react to me. He's gonna hate me, right?

Of course he will, I brought him to the very place he hated to be. I sighed again, landing three knocks on the door. I entered at his permission, his voice was sounding a little dull but not to dull to bother about.

" Hi, " I said as I entered.

" Hi, " he greeted back.

" How are you feeling? "

" Good, thank you. " He said, not sounding like he hated me nor was angry that I had brought him here. Stacy is right about one thing, I always bother about things that worths not to be bothered about.

That has been my weakness and it's killing me.

I sat on the stool beside the bed, " Did anyone asked you what happened? "

" Nah, " he shook his head.

" Told ya, no one is gonna think of asking that especially in your kind of situation. "

" Well, thanks again. I don't know where I could have been without your help. "

" It's nothing serious but, I really appreciate it. " I said, smiling. He looked young and innocent. I'm beginning to wonder how old I am again... Excuse me, he looks like he's two years or a year older than I am.

Sometimes I think people like him doesn't deserve things like this. But it's okay to say some things happen for a reason. " Thought of going home? Where do you live if I may ask? "

" I live with a friend but not anymore. "

" Why? Had a fight? "

" I lost him, last night in the incident. " His face looked like he was gonna cry or something.

" I'm so sorry for your lost. It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it now. Well, apart from him, got any relative in town you can hang with? "

He shook his head.

" I wish I have one either. All are at abroad and it's a lot costly to transport you there. "

" It's okay, thanks for your concern. "

" What about you? Are you just going to keep going from house to house seeking for shelter? " I asked, concerned.

" Or I would rather sleep in the streets. I can't go back there, it will only remind me of what happened last night and I don't want to think about it. Not anymore. "

To Be Continued...