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"You're here... again?" she said. I felt him step closer from behind me.
"That girl, again? You've been painting her since the day you woke up. Who is she?" she asked while standing at my back.
I lowered the paint brush I was holding while not taking my eyes off the painting in front of me that I had made myself.
"Who is she?" She asked again. He held me by both shoulders.
That's also the question I want to ask
know
Who is she?
Who are you?
It's been a month since I woke up from that accident. The car I was driving crashed causing me to be in a coma for six months... and unable to walk. The doctor said that there is still a chance that I will be able to walk again if I do therapy.
And it's been a month since I drew this girl's picture. I don't know her and I've never seen her before.
My hands seem to have a life of their own. Every time I hold a pencil, it will move and draw the face of a woman I have never seen in my entire life.
The doctor said that maybe I had seen or known this woman before the accident and I just forgot. But... I'm really sure that I never saw her before.
When I woke up I remembered everything before the accident... every single one of it. I still remember what the last thing I ate was the last thing I said before I got in my car and drove off.
Again, I look at the portrait that I painted.
Who are you?
"Maybe she's your guardian angel that saves your life." she said.
My guardian angel?
Maybe.. yes.
"C'mon, it's time for your therapy."
I nodded.
I placed the paint brush I was holding on the table.
My mom started to push my wheelchair. But before we could leave completely, we caught a glimpse of the painting again.
If you really are my guardian angel, thank you for saving my life.
*****
"Skyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!"
Suddenly I woke up from a loud scream outside my room. I quickly got up and got off the bed.
"F*ck!" I snorted as I fell on the bed, one of my feet breaking on the blanket.
"Skyyyyyyyyyy..." again when I heard Yuki's loud cry and the opening of my bedroom door.
"Hey... are you on the floor? You actually have a bed on the floor and you decided to sleep. Your trip is also strong." he said then laughed.
I opened my eyes and looked at it evilly.
I stood up from the floor.
"What the h*ll is your problem? Is your voice reaching the corner? Is your scream loud?" I asked him annoyed.
I sat on the edge of my bed and fixed my messy hair.
"Girllll... It's already afternoon." She said. I look at her standing in front of me while smiling.
I just rolled my eyes and went back to bed.
"Hey! Don't say you're going to sleep again?" He pulled my hand to wake me up.
"Arghhh!! Can you just go out and let me sleep?" I complained while burying my face in the pillow.
"Get up because of that. I want to show you something. This is the reason why I scream so loud. C'mon, Sky." He said while not stopping pulling my hand with shaking.
"Arghh! F*ck! Stop it!" I got up with my eyes closed.
"When that's not important I'll really hit you." I said to him annoyed.
"You're so br*tal. I promise you'll be surprised when you see this. Here look at this."
"I can't see it."
"W*nga! Open your eyes so you can see."
Oh! I forgot. I have my eyes closed.
I opened my eyes and looked at whatever he wanted to show me.
"So? What's so important with this picture?" I said against him at the same time.
"Oh no! You can fight back!" I just smiled at him and intended to lie down when he held my hand again.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"Look carefully.. Open your eyes wide so you can see." Banging if the cell phone was taken from his hand while touching it.
I looked carefully at the picture he was talking about.
It's a picture of a girl.
My forehead suddenly wrinkled while looking at the picture.
"What can you say?" Yuki asked.
I took my eyes off his cellphone screen and focused on him.
"Hmm.. she looks familiar." I said.
"W*nga! What's familiar?" He said and hit me.
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