Laura's POV
"Put your mind at rest Laura, the doctor said she'll be fine," Mark reassured, holding my hand in his and drawing me close to him so my head rests on his chest.
Amar has been out for fifteen hours and I haven't blinked since then.
We are still at loss to what happened to her in the room before her deafening scream rang through the house and we found her right in the middle of the room lying motionlessly on the floor.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked with a worried look on his stressed face. We are both stressed.
"No," I replied looking away from him and back to my daughter. Over the past few hours, she has unconsciously been fighting herself on the bed and the doctor had to use restraint to prevent her from injuring herself.
"Now am worried for you Laura, you haven't slept nor eaten anything since we got here. You're been unfair to me. How do you expect me to cope when you fall sick too and am left to look after you both?" He blurted with mixed feelings; anger and worry, and if not for how serious the situation of things is I would have thought of him to be cute. To me, he always looks cute whenever he's worried.
"Okay," I give in with a short laugh and turn to go with him. We haven't moved five feet when I heard a loud gasp, her gasp.
I turned back abruptly to see her eyes open, this time she wasn't fighting herself, she just laid still on the bed.
"Get the doctor mark!" I screamed, rushing to her side to make sure she's okay.
"Amar?" The question in my voice was clear, I need to be sure she's okay. Like an answer to my unasked question, she blinked her eyes twice then continues staring blankly.
The doctor rushed to her side to check the monitors for her vitals then he brought out his flashlight to check her pupils.
"She's now conscious and her vitals are normal. Try talking to her and see if she will respond." He suggested.
"Amar" I called again hoping she will respond but she didn't. Mark squeezed my hand in reassurance while I hold back my tears.
"Give her some time, she'll come around. Her vitals are normal for one who just got out of a temporary coma." He concluded, giving Marks' shoulder a little squeeze before exiting the room.
I fell asleep holding her hands tightly in mine.
Amaris's POV
Light.
Everywhere was illuminated but my vision is blurred.
"Amar." A distressed voice that sounded so distant called my name but I couldn't make out the face of whom it was. I blinked twice in a weak attempt to clear my blurry vision and even that little action was forced, my whole body felt paralyzed.
Two figures joined the first one and they all stood before me but I could not tell them apart, all I could see was their body outline, I could hear them speak but those words I heard sounds like gibberish, nothing they say makes sense, I continued to listen till I couldn't keep my drowsy eyes open again then my vision went blank.
I passed out.
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"Urgh!" I made a croaky sound.
The light made my eyes hurt and I instinctively shut them back almost immediately then I tried again, opening it back slowly so my pupils could regulate the amount of light entering the eyes.
My vision looks clearer now. This place is not as illuminated as I first thought, just that everything in here is painted white, like an... Hospital? the question in my head sounded clear.
'Am I really in a hospital? In the real world or it brought me here too? Wasn't I in the dark a while ago, how did I get here?" Unanswered questions kept on surfacing in my mind. I couldn't figure out what place I am in or what sick game it has decided to play with me, I tried moving and that was when I realized I was lying in bed. 'Really? a bed?'
I tried sitting up, an action I immediately regretted when a jabbing headache crashed on my temples, making my head spin.
"Arghh!" I cried out loud, loud enough to startle my sleeping mom whom I hadn't realized was here until she sprang up from the seat beside me.
"Amaris, you're awake? What's wrong with you? Just stay put darling while I go get the doctor." She said worriedly, rushing out of the room in distress. Her face looks like that of someone who hasn't slept for days.
'For days?' I found myself repeating the word over and over again.
Guess this is reality. I'm no longer trapped in the darkness.
"Morning mom." I greeted picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the dining before drawing the wooden chair backward to make space for my feet while I sit. "Morning dear. Do you feel any different?" She questioned. To be honest, she's been suffocating me with questions since I got back home from the hospital. I understand that she's worried about me like a mother should be but, this is unlike her, she doesn't put her emotions on display like she's doing right now, she hides them perfectly. I'm not just used to this side of her. "Where is dad?" I asked ignoring her question. She looked up to stare at me for some seconds before replying. "He's outside trying to get the car ready for you. He volunteered to take you down to school himself so you don't have to wait for the bus." He did? What about work, wouldn't he be late? I wondered o
I stood in awe, marveling at the beauty and architectural design of the hallway. Wow! The word escaped my lip before I could stop it. Beauty is an understatement for a place like this. I wasn't expecting a building so old to have such a unique and amazing interior. The long hallway was lined with different works of art, ranging from sculptures to paintings. My old school wasn't even half as beautiful. "Excuse me," I stopped an average height blonde girl with freckles and dark chocolate hair packed in a tight bun. "Can you point the principal's office to me please?" I asked. She stared at me for what seems to be like an eternity with intense curiosity in her eyes, murmuring incoherent words. I could only pick a few lines from what she was saying. "...for the time has come for the awakening
Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him. If truly gods still thread the surface of the earth, I'm sure standing in front of one. His dark chocolate hair was styled into a side fringe while his low chin strap beard leans across his sharp jawlines, making his triangular-shaped face more pronounced. Mine, He stated. His voice sounded more like a growl which is
"You missed the first class for the day." The principal whom I now know as Mr. Russel said, handing my timetable and locker's key over to me. He walked towards the door and I follow suit and we both stepped outside. I was disappointed when I met with the absence of the strange guy. This feeling of disappointment is meaningless. Why do I have to feel that way for a stranger? I questioned myself. Mr. Russel lead me through the big hallway till we reached a big stained glass door with flower intricate, he stepped into the classroom and all the students chorused their greetings. "Well," he started, "we have a new student on transfer and she will be joining this class. Introduce yourself please." He concluded, stepping aside for me to take the lead.
The last class for the day is Biology. I kept on twitching and turning uncomfortably in my seat because he wouldn't look away. He concentrated so much on me like no one else exist. "Mr. Moon," the teacher called. "I can see you've found yourself something more interesting than my class to get busy with," Mr. Railey, the biology teacher said, pausing his lecture to face the creepy guy who was startled. He quickly turned to his front with a faked serious look on his face but Mr. Railey wasn't fazed by his pretense. "Not so fast Lucian!" I caught you already." He said in a strict tone. "Can you explain to the whole class what you found interesting on Miss Croston's face?" He asked and some chuckled, but Mr. Creepy didn't respond, he sat unmoving on his chair, still trying to keep a straigh
I rushed down the almost empty hallway, only stopping when I reached my locker while constantly looking over my shoulder to check if I wasn't being followed by him. I open the locker and shoved my books into it while I pack my history textbook and notepad into my backpack to study at home and read ahead of tomorrow's class. Being a new student means a lot of things to me, it's like am being given another chance to be better and am not ready to lose it. I can't risk having my grade lower than they already are. I'm not in the category of straight A's students like he most probably is but- urgh! there I go again! I sigh in frustration. I met him less than 12ho
The hot afternoon wind blows on my face as I stood on the school's front step with my eyes closed, savoring the earthly smell coming from the forest around. I let myself get carried away by the warm heat of the sun as it beats down on me while I wait for what seems like an eternity for dad's car to pop up. I got tired of waiting and decided to sit on the wooden waiting bench at the school bus stop. The bus had left before I came and only a few fancy cars are left parked. I was left with no choice but to wait for dad. I tried calling his and mom's line but the call wouldn't connect and I kept on getting referred to their voicemails. The sky is starting to have some patches of grey cloud, slowly losing its bright blue color as the evening draws nearer. I sat on the bench, nervously chewing on my nails. I was carried away with my thought and didn't notice when Lucian walked up to me, "Hey, w
I've been avoiding him the whole week. I ignore his stares in class and pretend to listen to my lectures when all that's on my mind is him.I thought I could make the best out of the new opportunity I got but no, I've migrated from the scary dreams and the invisible being that torments my sleep to him and the strange wolfs I kept on seeing every night.He's now my main distraction. I can't read without seeing his imaginary face in my textbook, and my mind isn't helping, it kept on playing tricks on me.Sometimes in the night, I will think I heard his voice, but most times, it's just a wolf howling in the distance.The last time I opened my window in the night, I saw a small black wolf with green shiny eyes right outside my window, and a few seconds later, it got tackled to the ground and was torn to shred by a grey wolf with red eyes, whose fur reflects the glowing night moon.It