A Quiet Love Story
A/N: I know it's been awhile, and I am sorry. This year had been tough. I lost quite a few important things in life and my relations with the people close to me was just wrong. So please understand.
Chapter 18
I do not own Gakuen Alice…
Tokyo Hospital:
When I woke up, all I heard was mumbling. I feel sore all over my body and my head feels like it's going to explode. I felt a sharp object injected into my skin and I was lulled back asleep.
I woke and heard a continuous beeping sound and when I opened my eyes I snapped them shut. It took me a while to adjust to the lighting but I managed to do it. This time, opening my eyes slowly, I manage to make out some objects. I try to sit up but the sharp pain in my head is just unbearable. I groaned. Wait. Did I just groan? I did, didn't I? This must be a dream. Yes, this must be a dream because I obviously can't talk. I mean, I'm mute for heaven's sake! I looked around the white room and confirmed that it was a private hospital room. Although how I ended up in here is a complete mystery to me.
"Oh you're awake!"
I looked at the nurse in front me and nodded.
"I'll tell the Hyuugas that you are awake." Again, I just nodded.
"Now, just relax while you wait. Okay?" I just smiled and nodded
"Thank God, Mikan!" aunt Kaoru cried rushing in, but what I saw was not the elegant and beautiful woman I always see, instead what I'm seeing right at this moment was a woman with disheveled hair, tired face with bags under her ruby gem eyes.
I looked around for my notebook but I can't seem to find it. I really want to ask how Natsume was.
As if Aunt Kaoru read my mind she said "Natsume's fine. He should be able to leave in a couple of days."
I sighed in relief and said "that's good."
My eyes widen in surprise and Aunt Kaoru gasped.
"Mikan! Your voice—you—wait you—"Aunt Kaoru looked at me eyes wide and flabbergasted.
"Au—nt Kaoru." I did it!
"Mikan, oh Mikan. You—you" aunt Kaoru couldn't finish her sentence because her voice cracked.
Aunt Kaoru tried talking some more but her voice just kept cracking and her tears also just kept falling, but I know those tears are 'tears of happiness' because she was smiling.
Before I realized, I was crying too because this moment was amazing and painful at the same time. Amazing that I am actually talking after all these years, but painful because the one that caused this was my family and because the one who was shedding the tear and hearing my rough voice was someone who isn't related to me. No, the one who is hearing my voice at this moment is my mom's best friend and she was more of a motherly figure than my own mother. Yes, the truth hurts, but it is nothing that I cannot handle.