A month has passed.
Gladly, I lived through it... almost through it, though. I lived under Cordy's rage all month. I tried so hard telling her that nothing was going on between me and Angel. Okay, it was kind of easy because there was really NOTHING going on. But that didn't stop her to make my life miserable.
Anyways, she wasn't the only one making me miserable. I had an accident two weeks ago. I could never forget it. I always had nightmares about it at night and I just end up waking up covered in cold sweat, crying so miserably.
Flashback: Two weeks ago...
I was walking down the street because I had nothing to do at home. My mom wasn't home and my dad wasn't there at all. I was kicking a rock that was blocking my path. Until I realized I was at the park. I walked down to the swings and sat on my usual spot. Suddenly, I cried. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I stood up and turned to see who it was. It was a guy in a black shirt and blue pants.
"Hey, princess," his voice said. That scared me so much I wanted to run away but my feet lost the will to do that.
"Hey, to you, too. What do you want?," I said. I tried to be brave and not be scared but that didn't stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
After I said that, everything went black.
I wanted to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. My head felt like it was going to explode. I can taste the iron content of blood on my lips. Is it... is it mine? I had no idea. I try to remember what had happened to me. I shut my eyes tighter, trying hard to remember what happened and how I get to this place. I opened my eyes to look around me. All was a blur. My eyes were hurting and I could tell they were bloodshot.
I continued to scan the room: White. Everything was white. My hunches were the hospital or heaven. Either way. Suddenly, I hear beeping sounds.
Hospital.
Yep. I can smell the usual hospital smell. I gulped and OW! that hurt. I looked at the door as I heard it open. Luckily, my vision was a lot clearer now. Thank God.
"Buffy," he said.
My heart caught up in my throat. What the hell was he doing here? He wanted out, right? Then why is he here? He's supposed to be with Cordy or his family but not me. I flinched as he put his hand over mine. He squeezed it lightly and I felt shivers running down my spine. I nervously breathed in some air.
"What are you doing here?," I managed to croak at. Yes. CROAK. Like a frog. My throat hurts too. I don't know why... Wait, I screamed before I was here at this place. Whatever happened to me, I want to remember.
"Your mom called me so I came as fast as I can. I was with Cordy and her parents so... Sorry if I hadn't gotten here a little earlier," he whispered.
I was confused. Either he was doing this because of my mom or... that. Okay. I know he's not here for me. He's here because my mom told him to do so. So why is he looking so concerned about me? He's not supposed to do that.
"Do you know what happened?," I asked him as I pulled my hand away because I felt so uncomfortable with him doing that. I mean, he and I weren't friends any longer.
He shook his head and bit his lower lip. He looked so cute when he does that but never mind that. "All I know is that some kid found you lying on the park bleeding. He said he saw a man in front of you holding a... a knife? Buffy, do you remember?"
Okay the word knife just scared me to death. Did that guy just stab me? Now, I'm thinking worse. I didn't want worse.
I flinched at the sudden memory that showed up in my mind. He did stab me. My hand flew to my stomach. I looked down at it and a thick layer of bandage was wrapped around my stomach. I noticed the blood showing at the bandage. I must have been stabbed twice or more. Why would someone want me dead? I had no idea. I bet it was just for fun. I started to sob quietly. My life was miserable enough. I didn't want more misfortunes because I think my life already is one. Or worse.
"Hey, don't cry, please," Angel whispered as he reached out to hug me. I didn't want his pity. I didn't want him either but I could use a hug right now just let him know that I'm hurting so bad. When he finally had his arms around me, he carefully helped me sit up. It hurt to move. My stitches weren't doing any better so I had a hard time doing anything but lie down. He hugged me tightly but gently. He ran his hand up and down my back and the other brushing my blond hair. He must be so annoyed because I was crying on his shirt.
I missed this.
I missed what we used to be. What he used to be.
I just hope he knows what he still means to me after all what's happened. But at the same time, I'm still hurting because were not friends anymore.
