“Miss Carmen, you still have 24 hours to think this decision through. You may want to retain your true identity or take a different one. While this is impossible to reverse, do reach through the policies, risk, social post trauma that may conflict within you and sometimes, it may tamper with your true self-esteem.”The plastic surgeon raised his brow to form an arc, throwing a neutral but concerning gaze at Naomi, then to Clara and back to Naomi, signalling with a nod at Clara to do the talking with her friend.“You may want to go through those documents beside you again. Once you arrive at a decision, you can call my attention with a dial.” he flickered his eye to where a telephone was seated on the wall, right beside the patient's bed, brought his eye back to the duo who were seated, upright, and continued, “so we can proceed with signing the documents where necessary.” He let out a mild smile that didn't stretch a single muscle around his mouth, and turned on his heel and left the
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!The heart rate indicator kept a constant hike and fall, drawing irregular patterns of green, yellow and red. The fatal car accident victims were admitted into the same hospitals, but in separate units. One, in the Intensive Care Unit, and the other, in the intensive cold unit, where the brave people who have taken a leap off the borderline between life and death are laid. Maybe choosing death over life, voluntarily or involuntarily, they were all welcome to the cold room.Bandages were wrapped round the victim, head to toe, leaving no traces of of life in the body that laid like a log of wood, plugged to oxygen support, with numerous cables fixed on the chest, with both legs were raised and suspended on a bandage that hung from an extended silver like pole from the sick bed which the body rested.“We had transferred the victim from the Accident and Emergency Unit to the Intensive Care Unit down the hallway. Our nurses will guide you.” The doctor explained, si
Clara: “It's been a year plus, but still, I haven't quite found the right words to express how stupid I feel each day for putting my insecurities and my selfish desires first, over the friendship we once shared. I don't have the best words to tender my apologies, but I can make things right this time, I promise. My heart sinks into despair each time it throbs about the incident that almost claimed your life. Since then, I haven't been myself. I am not asking for too much, Naomi, I will take care of your bills, to my place here in China, and back. I have heard about everything going south in your life, please don't say no. Give me this one more chance to make things right, Naomi. I know, I don't deserve it.”Naomi skimmed through the text she had received from her long-lost Judas and friend, the umpteenth time. Still in doubt and relish. Her heartbeat told a story of the pain she had subjected herself to over a man who didn't catch a glimpse of her ideal kind of man.Every breat
The scenery of her encounter with the strange woman had turned her mind to a dance hall, gyrating to every word she uttered at every moment she slipped into reverie.The dots were not connecting, but she felt like she had the puzzle figured out. The next moment, it felt strange.For she clearly casts her mind back to childhood, and seated in her wild memories are two close friends, both four-year-olds, playing with fabrics. That's exactly where the memory fades, nothing more to see in her head as it feels like the bee-like world jumped into the little space in her brain.“A woman who gave up her husband for her selfish desires?” She whispered, sending her back against the soft mattress, as she sprawled her arms carelessly on the feathery surface.She blinked thrice, simultaneously, as if it were a perfect tool to kill a thought of the strange woman's words, being linked to her selfish mother. “No.” She cursed, raising her palm to meet her pounding chest.“My mother loved my father;
The prison walls felt like they were closing in, close enough to clap her head, crushing it into nothing. A perfect remedy and escape route for what has just befall her. The unexpected, an accusation that has warranted her to be treated as a suspect until proved otherwise.The moist in her eyes went dry, her lips married each other, refusing to let her breathe a word of the many thoughts that kept rubbing in her head.“Hey, mate. What brings you to the VIP’s cell?” A mature voice shrieked through a squared opening on the white painted wall, calling her attention from the other end of the room.Naomi lifted her head to meet eyeballs flinching through the box like opening.“I am talking to you bitch! You gotta respond to the VIP cell yard mistress or get kicked out to mingle with the regular lifers.”Naomi's heart skipped, twice. She budged, but put her act together, wearing her fears inside, flaunting her unfazed body language on the outside.She stood up from her bunk bed and walked w
It's bold of you to think that I did sacrifice my mid to late twenties working on a brand with your father and let it slip through my fingers to you, who was just there consuming my energy and resources day in and out.FLASHBACK!!!“Sweetheart, why are you weary? Haven't you had enough mashed potatoes for the day?” He mocked the pouting gesture she encrypted on her face.She shrugged her shoulders, twisting the helm of her short gown.“It's not mashed potatoes. You didn't promise me something.” Her voice crackled with sadness.His eyes flickered, but his lips did not lose their stretched posture.He took a few steps and closed the distance between them, bent a little, just enough to meet her sober eyes, where she was seated on a carved log of wood he inherited from his father.“What kind of man would I be, not to grant a woman's wish? Not just any woman. But this one woman who has given me a second chance to live longer in the body of my little angel playing in the fields?”He cupped
“Don't look at me that way Naomi. You're solely behind this food poisoning.” Natasha blurted, sending off a displeased grin on the hospital bed.“But Nat..”“Hold that shit! Don't dare try.” she pressed her body forward, sending a stern look blooming with a stern warning, establishing more displeasure.“Step outside this hospital premises while you wait for your invitation from the police. You already know how this will end. Murderer.”Naomi's eyes furrowed in, and her shaky legs gave her emotions to the tense room as she made for the exit door.The whole world shattered, except for every spot she had stepped foot.How could she? Why is she so cruel to me? I mean, she politely asked me to help her place an order for pizza. How come she's throwing blame and threats on me that I poisoned her meal? C'mon, girl.. may God save you from this one this last time. You'll have to bid farewell to dreams come true that come through to take your sanity.Naomi kept thinking out loud in her head unt
“I have this feeling that you're not safe in that organisation, sweetheart.”“Why do you say so, mum?” Naomi pouted, crossing her arms, shrugging her shoulders in disagreement and begging her mum not to talk her out of her dream job like she did on her first.“My baby, you have to understand me. I am not claiming a supernatural being status, one who knows the end from the beginning, but I know that when a strange feeling like this comes, blowing hot, then there's something off. Everything won't be going smoothly especially now that Damian has a full Knowledge of your presence at the DV’s House.”“Hmmmm… I don't know what to say or what to do, momma, I'm so lost in my head. I can't make a single decision for myself anymore.” Slow sobs meddled with the air as she fell her head upon her mother's chest, shifting herself into her embrace, closing the distance between her skin and her mother's on the feathery soft couch.Her mom wrapped her arms around her, bringing her jaw to meet her hea
Cring! Cring! Cring!Naomi's phone kept voicing like it was calling its owner by the name to pick it up.“Who's bugging me at this time of the day?!” she shrugged, sluggishly sending her arm to reach the crying gadget beside her where she was relaxing after a tedious annoying floor scrubbing session she never was prepared for.When she brought it to her face, her face fell. She slid the green indicator up and the call connected.“Hello..” silence stretched.“Nao–mi. I have caused you enough and I am not even asking you to forgive…”“Can you catch this crab, Mrs. Laurent?” Naomi cut in. Sharp. Cold and edgy. She buried her forehead into her palms and let out a heavy, lifeless sigh that came forth without a sound.“What do you want from me this time?” she pauses, expecting no answer and continued “Money? I've got none. All thanks to your selfish desire. I have been promoted to the position of a cleaner in the DV House and not just a cleaner, a regular cleaner who washes toilets too. I