Chapter 3 – Truth
ANNA'S POV
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I woke up with a small sting in my arm. Cracking one eye open, I saw the slightly blurred image of someone in a white lab coat by my bed.
"Good morning Miss Asakura, how are you feeling today?" the woman asked softly.
I tried to sit upright but failed miserably. My body was still to weak to move.
"What were you doing to my arm just now?" I demanded bitterly, slumping deeper into my pillow.
"Well, I had to hook another IV to your arm; to help you get better sooner…"
"And you couldn't wait 'till I was awake?" I snapped out of sheer annoyance. Hadn't I suffered enough already? Did I really have to be woken up too?
"It had to be done as soon as possible Miss Asakura; those tubes are your lifeline." She said matter-of-factly.
"Lifeline?" Well that's new…" Was my condition really that bad?
"Yes dear, your heart was fatally injured; and I'm afraid it might stop functioning if you don't get proper medication."
My mouth fell into a small o. That bad huh? Just for the sake of having breakfast earlier… When I find Yoh I'm gonna… My line of thoughts cut off at that point. Yoh. Where was he? I missed that carefree smile of his…
"Where's my fiancé?" I asked incredulously.
The same look of discomfort as last night's crossed the woman's face once more. I didn't understand it; and the everlasting silence wasn't helping. One could only have patience for so long... I wanted answers!
"Where. Is. Yoh?" I asked louder, emphasizing each word.
Again. No answer. I made a move to stand up but she pushed me back down, keeping her hand on my shoulder for a second longer.
"There will be plenty of time to talk about other matters. Later. Now relax and eat you breakfast…" she said. I didn't understand her expression. It was both soothing, and..sad. There was definitely sorrow somewhere in those eyes; but I couldn't place it. Perhaps it was pity…
I finally gave up, settled down and looked around the room. Now that the sun was up, I could finally see it more clearly. Light seeped through the pastel blue curtains that covered the windows. I watched the little dust bits dance lazily in the air and fly out of sight. There was a pile of stacked newspapers on my bed side table; how long had I been in here? I grabbed the top one and checked. It was dated three days after my fall. So I had been here for three whole days? Unconscious? I skimmed through a couple of pages but found nothing worthy of my interest… I tossed it to the floor and picked up the next one; it was a day after I had been put in this room. Again, turning the pages rapidly, a headline printed in big bold letters caught my attention.
Young Man Commits Suicide After His Fiancé Was Hospitalized. Under it, there was a slightly blurry picture of a boy with spiky hair and headphones; with a goofy smile plastered on his face.
I felt like a bucket of icy water had been poured down my head in the middle of a snow storm.
I watched the thin sheets of paper slide from my paralyzed fingers. My eyes were still fixed on the place the article used to be; I felt the air hitch in my throat. Once again, I couldn't breath. Only this time, it didn't feel natural as all. This time, it was like someone was purposely twisting my windpipe; and I was making no effort to stop them.
So that's why…nobody told me… where he was…
I couldn't move. My hand stood motionless in the air, still holding the edge of the new paper. My mouth still stood slightly ajar, and my empty expression was unwavering. It seemed like my heartbeat was gradually slowing down...
Why? Why did everything have to happen to me? I recalled asking myself the same exact question when my parents had abandoned me as a child. Later, when I was tortured by the Oni of my own creation. Then Yoh had come into my life; and that sad question had flown away…
And now; as I had lost the person who had banished it; it was free to come back to me.
Why? A simple question with an answer kept secret.
I had never gotten clear answers to any of my questions starting with why. Two answers to the same question were never the same. I imagined there would be a bunch of different answers for this particular one; I had no interest in knowing an of them.
My eyes shifted to the needles embedded I my arm. Lifeline huh? Well then…
I closed my fingers around one and yanked it out; watching the tiny beads of blood that formed in its place before moving on to the next one, then the next. It hurt every single time; but I knew each stab of pain was one step closer to Yoh.
Tomorrow; a newspaper article would read;
Young Woman Commits Suicide After Her Fiancé Died For Her.
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/a.n./ Another chapter out! Sorry its too short; I kinda rushed it... I imagine this one will have MANY more to go; the story has just begun! Please review; because I won't post a new chapter until I get at least five reviews on this one…