Star Crossed Liars

The people around kept running away from me. Some of them even stumbled down, out of their own tables, their eyes fused with such fright before they sprint away. I tried looking around but all of them are just gone. I heard screams, and the blurry cries of the children was ringing in my ears.

But why are they looking at me?

I took a step forward just to get a hint of what is going on but my knees trembled, causing it to fall down the ground and my body – my body seemed to splatter down the cold hard ground. There is something buried in my chest and my breathing seemed so heavy--so difficult. Everyone seemed to mind their own lives, that they never cared about other people, they are so scared that it actually disgusts me. No one even came near to help.

How fragile can they be? That they never considered helping those who are in desperate need of a hand, just to save themselves. Cowards. I let out a small chuckle but got choked in my own blood. I-it hurts and it's burning.

Streaming hot tears crawled through the skin of cheeks. I tried to lift my hand to touch the ache in my chest, realizing that it was filled with red liquid. The blood continued flowing out of the hole in my chest--- I felt it scattering on my shirt. It was getting colder. But the pain made me quiver more, it hurts so much that I felt my insides crumbling and pleading for air. All of my organs felt like it's going to explode at any second and the freezing sensation began to envelop my body.

At that moment, the flash of images about how I lived my life reflected on my very eyes.

I had nobody. I never saw my dad and I never met my mom. I was an orphan. I heard that I was found in a box, freezing in the cold night, out on the streets, crying without anything a mother can ever leave away for her child, not a blanket, no anything. It meant only one thing -- I was never wanted in this world, that my own birthmother threw me away in cold blood, to die in the streets even though I was still an infant who never knew anything.

As an orphan, I was raised by the nuns – I lived a healthy life, a gleeful kid until I heard the story about how I was found half-dead in the streets. I just realized how cruel this world really can be that it felt like it is vomiting me out of existence. Now that I have only started gathering my feet up to have a good life, creating progress on my own, proving to the world that I was fated to live for more, I lay here, back in the streets, slowly dying.

I wanted to curse someone, I wanted to blame someone but it all happened so fast that I already forgot how I got in this mess.

Why is it so unfair?

Zach would understand, he was my best friend and he got answers for everything. I wish he experiences something better than this. He's a good person, even better than me.

Fuck.

My eyes started to close. I cannot feel anything anymore, nor hear anything other than the ceasing beats of my heart. My heart continuously seized its beating and I know I had to go, for I am tired of everything—of living in this cruel bloody world.

"Eve."

An anonymous voice whispered in my ears and I knew I had to open my eyes again, but it was so blurred out. I only managed to catch a silhouette standing before me and then everything turned into a vast of nothingness—only the deep dark pitch black.

*****

There were beeping sounds and chatter that filled my ears. But all of it deafened me, there was something whistling, the beeping made my eardrums hurt, and the voices, all blurred up, gonged down to the depths of my ear. I exhaustedly opened my eyes and the bright light blinded me. It was so painful for my eyes, I tried to cover it with my backhand but a sting prevented me from lifting it up.

"Oh my god! Call the doctors! She's awake!"

Kate?

My eyes slowly became aware and adapted to the sight of the room that I was in. I was in the hospital room and the stings are from the needles attached to my body.

"You don't know how frightened we were!"

My best friend is here and he brought along some of my friends from the studio. Zach's sweet eyes set on me, looking all cloudy and sad. They were all smiling and tearing up at the same time. Kate continued to sob as she caressed my head, with our friends standing beside my bed, towering over me.

"What happened?" I managed to ask with my raspy, tired voice.

"You were in a coma for two months! Yesterday, your heart dropped, the doctors tried to revive you, you were dead for 3 seconds straight!" Kate's eyes never stopped clouding.

2 months? Dead? I don't understand a bit of what's going on.

"You are one hell of a fighter Eva." Zach tried to laugh but failed dramatically as his hand laid over mine. He is a sweetheart, he always cared for me ever since I was out, wondering for life. He was always there for me when I needed him and he always manages to have a drink with me when life is dragging me to hell. I tried to let out a smile and I gave him a soft squeeze on his hand. I was too tired; I could even barely speak. The doctor entered the room and she was a woman in her mid-age.

"Hello, Eva Reiss. How are you feeling?" She checked the IV fluid if it's running well.

"Fine." I nodded my head once but a sting in my head made my eyes twitch.

"Does your head hurt?"

"Yes, a little."

"It's because your brain is trying to adjust from everything. It has lost a lot of oxygen when your heart rate dropped down. It is a miracle for you to be alive, we all saw your heart rate go flat."

The doctor looked at me with her seemingly astonished expression. I smiled at her to assure her that I'm fine.

I think I need to be alone for a while. I want to get my brain working together.

The doctor talked with Zach and Kate while Cathlyn just smiled at me as she held my hand. Her brows were furrowed, it’s like she is restrained as she stared at me. I’m okay. Her lips curled up into a wobbly smile when I grinned at her. Cathlyn is one of our girls, she doesn't talk too often but she always has time to cook. I actually think she prefers culinary more than literature but I haven't asked her about it since it'll mean invading her private life. I don't ask too much questions about my friends nor do I open up too much of my own. I'm just glad that they are here and I'll be glad to be with them once things go loose.

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" My silent friend asked.

"Yes, please. I also wanted to think on my own for a while."

"Okay." She let go of my hand and took the people outside of the hospital room. I let out a deep breath, gathering my weak muscles on my arm to prop myself up so I could sit down. It hurts so bad that I can just lay down all day, but I cannot stay here any longer.

Two months is a very long time.

Who is paying my bills!?

I gathered my thoughts, recovering the lost memories before I was brought in the hospital, laying like sleeping beauty. I dug up my memories harder but nothing comes in it. I was shot they said, and the wound is still painful after the surgery.

Who would even do that to me?

Shivers ran up my spine when I thought about my chest being holed through by scalpels. I shook my head, the haziness never went away as if I drank bottles of beer the other day and suffer a painful hangover right after. I closed my eyes and arched my back to stretch but images started to fill my head. I held my chest, remembering the hot blood that rushes in my body after I lay on the cold ground. It was so painful and I don't want to experience it again. Tears started prowling in my eyes but I shut them down and breathe.