Nothing here seems familiar. I was still me but I wasn't quite myself. Everything near me stopped. I felt like the world is coming to an end. All this happened in a glance. Light flickering, pieces of glasses, and blood near me. It took me a minute to realize who it was and a drop of tear fell from my eyes on the realization that it was my blood and I was the one lying on this cold ground, once again all alone.
I got hit by a truck. Was it all meant to be? Was it all plotted?. I was badly hurt both physically and mentally. I just wanted to scream at the world to drag me down here, but I couldn't, I was just lying there totally hopeless. It was just a matter of few minutes making me realize how I could have changed what just happened now. But everything wasn't my fault completely, it was all his fault. I was trying to think like that but I couldn't help and think about everything that just happened right now. Just a few hours ago I was a happy teenager who was satisfied with his little achievement and then just in an hour, everything changed forever.
Blaming myself and giving up I closed my eyes as everyone started to gather around me. I thought it was just an end for me. The end of everything I suffered, the end of my life. But what I didn't realize was that it was just a beginning. Beginning of all the pain I need to suffer in the future. Beginning of a new type of feeling filling up inside me. Beginning of the deadly revenge journey.
As soon as I opened my eyes it took me few minutes to realize where I was. I was feeling soulless on this hospital bed. Memories came back rushing as the doctors ran to me. At that moment I asked myself that why didn't just die? How was I supposed to live after knowing that my life has now become meaningless? How was I supposed to live now? Once again I closed my eyes, too scared to even know what happened to me. It was me being me, me being a coward, after all, that's what I have always been.
A few hours later my condition was back to being normal although I know that I won't be able to live a normal life.
I was taught that not to cry since the day I was born, but wasn't this all too cruel? I wanted to forget this rule and for once, just for once do whatever I want. Finally, that's what I did. I cried as hard as someone ever can. I cried for the pain I felt in 16 years of my life. I cried because I knew what's about to happen next. Two hours went by and the sun started rising. A doctor came to me,
"Mr.Aiden you were in a coma for a year, We thought you couldn't wake up now, but I guess miracles can happen" he smiled.
I couldn't believe it. How can I even stay alive? Why are these miracles happening to me? I don't want this miracle. Why! Just why it was me?
"Why didn't I die?" I whispered slowly. As soon as those words left my mouth I realized how badly I wanted to die. How exhausted I was by staying alive. I was still lost in my thoughts when the doctor said:
"Also your father is here to see you. We informed him about your condition as soon as you woke up"
As soon as he said those words, my heart started beating rapidly. I was sweating and trembling with fear. The man that I didn't want to see my whole life, the man whom I hate the most, the last person I wanted to see before waking up, is now waiting outside for me.
"Can you please ask him to come tomorrow? I am still not feeling well" I managed to say that but I knew that I can't ignore him forever also he wasn't used to being rejected. It would make him furious. I knew this all but all I wanted was a little time to arrange my thoughts. He is just as cruel as someone can ever be. I would never forgive him for what he did. I wish he was the one who died that day.
"But he insists that he wants to see you. He has been waiting for you to wake up since last year. It wouldn't be nice to stop him from meeting his son" he said gently.
I was feeling pity for him because he didn't know what he was talking about. He was completely fooled by my father, after all, that's what my father is very good at. My father has always been like this. He fools people by showing them how good he is. How he is an example of a nice human being, father, and husband. But in reality, he was completely the opposite. He could be the best example of one of the worst humans anyone can ever witness.
"I-i just want to be alone. If he is a good father, he will surely understand" I said while holding my bedsheets tightly.
The Doctor looked a bit concerned but anyways he went out. I could hear the voice of my father. He sounded like he was about to cry. That crazy man knows how to put a great show. He was trying to persuade me again by using his useless trick. On top of that, he was acting like a real father. But, I wasn't the same boy I was a year ago. This time I was different. This time I was filled with rage, filled with the hatred I have for him. But the thing that was about to happen next did nothing but increased my hate for him. I didn't expect him to be this shameless.
......End of chapter 1.....
