Let me be yours

the vital monitor was beeping continuously, making an unusually disturbing sound. The lifeless body of the woman laid on the hospital bed was completely unconscious. Her arms and chest were invaded by all kinds of IV needles and electrodes. She was kept on an continuous oxygen support as her SPO2 kept dropping gradually. The group of doctors in white coats, standing beside her bed were making calculative assumptions about her. The expressions on their faces clearly indicating about how hopeless they were about her survival. All this while a teenage girl was standing against the glass wall, looking rather desperate as her eyes were fixed on the poor woman. Her chocolate brown, wavy hair reaching the mid of her back were sprayed loosely on her shoulders. Her sterling gray eyes were brimmed up with salty tears as she looked distressed. Her young face looked rather messy with eye bags and flushed cheeks.  Her attention averted when she saw the doctors coming out of the room

She was looking through the old racks of books in the old store room, in hope that she would find something useful which would disclose the identity of that hidden man. She was sure that somehow that man must have a relation with her mother in past that's why he helped her. She desperately turned the pages of the second diary of Samantha which was 10 years old, but unlucky her, she found no clue. The moon was full and it's white visible light was seeping through the old broken glass window. The light breeze was flowing, producing the sound of rattling leaves, making her hair slide on her bare shoulder. With a pouty face she got up again and opened the last drawer of the legless table, making a unpleasant squeaky noise. A thick layer of dust hiding the design of the vintage cover and old quality of paper looking rather rough. Stuffed between dirty pieces of paper, she seemed hesitant to pick up that trash looking journal. As soon he

He watched intently from afar as she stood there beside the grave, expressionless no less than a pillar. As she placed the flowers on the fresh soil and her lips moved, like she whispered something. He was getting impatient every second to end this sad drama. He was about to step in her direction with his assistant behind when he realized that the fragile body had been fallen to ground in a millisecond. It all happened so fast before his eyes. He let out an annoying smirk in exasperation. "What? I thought it would be interesting!" He complained and Joseph couldn't help but feel bad for the poor girl. He couldn't even run to her to help without his boss's permission. "Joseph! I think you'll do it, what do you say?" He asked while taking off his sunglasses. "As you say sir" he replied obediently. They both headed in the direction of her limp body. What a painful sight it was, she laid there without any consc

She was extremely hungry so she wasn't able to restrain herself from eating that delicious food. After finishing her dinner she roamed around the empty room to look and find something useful to help her in escaping. She slid the curtains aside and looked at the large window. The rain stopped and now the glass was only wet with droplets. She unlocked the window and tried to open it, which required quite a lot of her strength. But to her amazement she realized after peeking out that she was on ground floor of the mansion but it's not what amazed her. Two guards having broad shoulders and wearing black shirts and holding pistols stood there, just a feet away but their backs were facing her so that they didn't realized her presence. With horror, before they could turn around she closed the window with thud and slid the curtains back again. She leaned against the window and breathed heavily after her failed stunt. She sighed in relief and realized t

She was sitting nervously on the edge of bed crying bitterly. The worst happenings were invading her brain that could might happen to her. Her anxiety started to reach its peak as her hands turned cold and she started shivering with the hiccups. She no more cared about her makeup which was now getting ruined by the constant flow of tears on her cheeks, leaving behind the mark as they trailed down her neck.  The door suddenly opened and she looked up at the invader, out of shock.  He was a middle aged man, in his late thirties. With light stubble beard which also had some white hairs in them. His head was a little bald from front and he wore a grey suit. His eyes were dark brown and looked rather scary.  The frown on his forehead indicate the seriousness of his attitude and the dominancy he inflicted upon her.  He took large steps towards her and closed the door in process with his left hand.  "Who are you?" She mumbled