Novel Square
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I woke up to a world of white, the brightness of the surroundings temporarily blinding me. Blinking rapidly, I tried to make sense of my surroundings, the voices in the background blending into a cacophony of sound. “She’s awake.” “Oh my god, she’s awake.”
I blinked again, trying to focus on the figures around me. Faces swam into view-familiar faces, filled with concern and relief. It was Ace and Alex. But where was I? What had happened? My mind felt like a foggy maze, with pieces of memories that refused to fit together.
My throat felt dry and scratchy, as if I hadn’t spoken in ages. “Wh-where am I?” My voice came out as a weak murmur, barely audible.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
“You’re in the hospital, sweetheart,” Ace’s voice was gentle, his hand resting on mine, offering a reassuring anchor. “You fainted in the bathroom.”
Hospital? Fainted? The pieces of the puzzle began to slowly slide into place. The pain, the blood, the overwhelming distress-I remembered the bathroom and the darkness that had engulfed me. But something was missing, something that tugged at the edges of my consciousness.
As I batted my eyelashes, the brightness of the room seemed to lessen slightly, and I could finally focus on the figures by my side. Their expressions were a mixture of relief and concern, their presence a reassuring constant amidst the confusion.
And then it hit me, a sudden realization that made my heart skip a beat. The old woman. The dream. The news article about her death. The chilling touch and the sensation of blood. My thoughts raced, trying to piece together the sequence of events.
Suddenly, the fog lifted, and the memories flooded back with brutal clarity. The bathroom, the sensation of pain, the blood on my fingers-it all crashed over me like a tidal wave. But it was a single thought that pierced through the confusion and fear, a thought that sent me into a panic.
“Where’s my baby?!” The words tore out of me, my voice cracking with desperation.
Ace and Alex exchanged a quick, alarmed glance, their expressions mirroring my distress. “Let’s focus on your health darling,” Alex’s voice was soothing, his tone a mixture of reassurance and concern.
“No, no, you don’t understand!” Panic clawed at my chest, threatening to suffocate me. “The old woman… the blood… where’s my baby?!”
A tense silence hung in the air for a moment, the weight of my words echoing like a deafening scream. And then, Ace took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of sadness and understanding.
“Sweetheart,” he began gently, his voice soft but firm, “I’m so sorry…but we lost it.”
The words hit me like a sledgehammer, the impact leaving me breathless. It was as if the world had shifted beneath me, shattering the reality I had held onto.
Tears welled up in my eyes, my throat tightening as I tried to comprehend the truth. The old woman’s touch, the sensations of pain-it had all been a part of a dream that had seeped into reality, a dream that had left me questioning everything.
As I lay there, surrounded by white walls and the weight of my own emotions, Ace and Alex remained by my side. Their presence was a lifeline, a reminder that even in the midst of confusion and heartache, love was a constant, unchanging force.
“We’re here for you,” Alex’s voice was gentle, his hand finding mine amidst the tears that streamed down my face.
In the stillness of the hospital room, the silence was shattered by a sound that was deafening in its intensity-the sound of my heart breaking. It was a sound that resonated not in my ears, but within the depths of my being. The weight of loss hung heavily in the air, an invisible force that threatened to suffocate me.
I had lost it all-the love of my life, the hopes and dreams that had woven through the tapestry of my existence. Tragedy had struck, and the old woman’s haunting words reverberated through my mind like a relentless echo. She had predicted it, warned of losing someone I loved, but I hadn’t realized that the one I would lose would be my own unborn baby-the life that had been a part of me, a part of my future.
The realization felt like a curse, an unrelenting grip that squeezed the air from my lungs. Had the old woman’s touch somehow set this chain of events in motion? Was this the price I had to pay for crossing paths with her?
The pain was overwhelming, a tsunami of sorrow that threatened to engulf me. I screamed and cried, my anguish pouring out in waves that crashed against the walls of the sterile hospital room. Each tear that fell felt like a shard of glass, each sob a reminder of the emptiness that had settled within me.
Amidst the chaos of my emotions, I heard something going off in the background-a series of beeps and alarms that seemed to mirror the chaos within my mind. Alex was there, his voice a soothing presence amidst the storm. He was trying to calm me down, to bring me back from the precipice of despair.
But I was lost in the maelstrom, a tempest of grief and confusion that refused to be tamed. My hands lashed out, my nails finding purchase on Alex’s skin. His face bore the marks of my desperation, blood welling up from the scratches that marred his skin. But he remained steadfast, his grip gentle yet firm, an anchor in the midst of my turmoil.
Ace’s voice joined the cacophony, his tone urgent as he called for a nurse. Their presence was a lifeline, a bridge connecting me to reality as I teetered on the edge of something darker. But my mind was a haze of pain, a vortex of emotions that refused to be contained.
The room seemed to close in, the walls suffocatingly close. I only saw red-the color of my own anger, my own despair. My heart raced, each beat echoing the agony that pulsed through me. It felt like my head was empty, my thoughts a jumbled mess, my feelings a whirlwind that threatened to tear me apart.
“Aaahhhh!!!” The scream ripped from my throat, raw and primal. It was a scream that held within it the weight of all my sorrow, all my frustration, all my pain. It echoed off the walls, a cry that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of the universe.
As the sound echoed, my vision began to darken, as if the world around me was retreating. I felt myself falling, the ground slipping away from beneath me. But even in that descent, there was a sense of release-a fleeting moment of respite from the relentless torment of my emotions.
The darkness enveloped me, wrapping around me like a shroud.