The Gift
Chapter 1
I woke up with a shiver. My head hurts. Eyes are still tied with a band. Still have no idea what is going to happen. Any effort to free myself is futile. Cannot even move my back tied hands. I can feel that am still in some kind of car, which is still been driven, has not yet reached its destination.
Am hungry, fatigued, scared to death. I tried to remember it from the beginning rewind each and every incident in my mind. Though it is not working in the proper manner as it used to do previously; but still I cannot find any clue, cannot make out why it is happening! And why is it happening, most importantly, to me of all people?
I was running late for my work already, and now I have to visit Angela before I can go to work. Angela, she is the one person in this town or broadly speaking in this world whom I can call my friend. The day my parents died she was the only one who cared to tell me, "You don't need to pretend Bells. You don't need to brave a mask in front of me sweetie. I understand. I always have, and always will."
It was five years earlier and since then she had understood me unconditionally. Even when the doctors declared that the acute depression I was suffering was becoming incurable. But she did not let go of me. If I am still surviving, it is because of her.
I was devastated when I found out that for me she was not moving in with Ben, her boyfriend, now fiancé. I almost pushed her out of doors, but was scared of being alone, being on my own. But she understood, and didn't let go of me.
So, it's been seven months that she lives with Ben, but we still meet. Everyday. But today I just received a call from Ben. Angie slipped in the bathroom and had hurt her left leg. I can't believe how she can be so careless at this point of time! For crying out loud she is three months pregnant! And it is driving me crazy what might happen to her baby! I got in my car, started the ignition and hit the road. In exact twenty minutes I reached the hospital. These very buildings always had made me feel depressed. Truth be told, each and everything had made me feel depressed for a great amount of time. But these buildings remind me of the loss, death, loneliness and everything from which I try to escape. But today it's Angie and my depressions can wait for a time.
The car suddenly stopped. I guess it reached its destination. And thinking about its destination I cannot check my fear. Tears started to roll down out of my tied eyes. My hands are getting colder. Oh! Why cannot my heart just stop beating!
Why cannot I receive a heart-attack or a stroke or whatever!
I cannot face what is coming! I don't even know what is coming!
What the hell I'm worrying about! I'm really not feeling well. It's all mental, physically I'm fit and fine. I didn't forget to take my pills. I think I need to prepone my appointment with my psychiatrist. It may be Angela's news. But she is fine now. It may be the thriller I watched last night. Is someone following me?
Oh! Damn those thrillers. It's getting on my nerves.
Isabella Marie Swan you're fine and safe and no one is following you. Just stop this rubbish of yours and get into your car and drive home. Safely. It's already late.
Why the parking lot is so lonely?
Oh! Shut up. It's in its usual manner!
Where is my car! Am I missing it? Or is it really missing?
Why would someone steal my car?! Though I love it, but it's a piece of junk nonetheless!
No! Someone is following me! I can feel it.
"Who's there? Hello!" I shouted on the top of my voice.
In reply all I heard was absolute silence, which scared me even more.
Ah! Something hit my head!
Actually SOMEONE hit my head! I can't see, can't breathe. Everything went black.
A faint light hit my eyes, though they're tied. Someone opened the door of the car.
Oh! No! I want to pass out! Please I wanna pass out!
Two hands carried me out of the car.
Why can't I at least faint just right now!
I am being carried on someone's back. I have no power to protest. Or more precisely I have no courage to protest. It'll be all in vain.
That man entered some kind of house, now he's on a stair-case. Opened a door and literally threw me on the floor. I, again, hit my head and it all went blank.