Chapter three- yours
taani's pov
I woke up disoriented. My brain was foggy and it took a second for my eyes to focus. when they did I took in my surroundings. I was in a completely white room. everything from floor tiles to the bed spread was white. It was actually a little startling. The white seemed to give off an almost eerie glow from the bright light that hung overhead. The room has no windows and only one door and it gave me a sense of being trapped. Being trapped had become a phobia of mine over the past few years. I quickly redirected my mind because I could feel the panic attack beginning and that couldn't happen. I began to think back and the memories of what has taken place before darkness had taken hold of me came flooding into my mind.
'did I actually do it? Am I dead?' I thought to myself. I was overcome by extreme happiness but it was tainted by just an ounce of loss. That confused the crap out of me this is what I wanted. I actually did something right. 'but...what about the boy?' I thought and almost as soon as I has completed that notion the door pooped open.
I jumped and turned my head towards the door so fast I was surprised I din't get whiplash. As my eyes focused on the door a shadowy figure stepped into the light of the room. when he did, my breath was stolen right from my throat. It was him. It was the boy from the river. I was certain of it. They shared the same gorgeous light brown eyes.
"oh thank luna you're awake! How are you felling, beautiful?" He said, I found myself watching the movement of his lips forming the words before I scolded myself and dragged my gaze back up to his eyes.
"A-a-are yu t-talking to me?" I whispered, afraid to talk to loud, while cursing myself for stuttering. A stutter showed nervous. Nerves show weakness. And weakness got you hurt.
I looked around the room once more. there was no one but the boy and me in this room. That made me even more confused.
"Of course I am, silly, who else would I be talking to? He asked in a perplexed tone while cocking his head to the side like a dog.
'Oh really nice car, comparing a stranger to a dog...good job,' I mentally reprimanded myself.
"Im...I dont know?" I meant for it to come out like a statement but it came out more like a question. I winced at how small and feeble my voice sounded, even to myself. But instead of taking advantage of my moment of clear vulnerability and punishing me as I'd expected, he let out a soft chuckle.
"well, now that that's established, how are you felling?" He asked for the second time. Felling rude for making him ask twice, I was quick to reply.
"Yes, of course. I am dead after all, this is what I wanted."
After I said that his eyes took an a pained look instead of happiness that had occupied them moments ago. I immediately felt bad for making him feel that way , but, I was completely and totally puzzled as to what I did.
"No, you aren't dead...I am that much of an incompetent fool. I couldn't even kill myself correctly. Tears of self loathing clouded my vision and I blinked them away before they could trail down my cheeks. I realized I hadn't spoken in a while so I muttered a quite'oh'.
Two arms encased my body and immediately I stiffened, not knowing what his intention was and quickly tried to pull out of his grasp. However, my futile attempts to escape only resulted in him holding me tighter.
"shh...I've git you. Your okay. Everything is going to be alright. I've got you." he cooed softly in my ear.
His scooting words washed over me like healing balm and I calmed down enough to speak. I took a deep breath in and out to ensure what when I spoke my voice would be steady.
"please let me go," I pleaded. All though my voice was steady and clam unintended desperation dripped from my every word.
He hesitantly released me and stood back, giving me room. In his eyes I saw a flash of anguishbefore he expertly masked it with an expressionless face. Just as quickly, the expressionless mask melted away with and the soft, caring look in his eyes was back. I slid to the furthest end of the bed before speaking again.
"If i'm not dead, then where am I?" I asked as sternly as I could to get the point across that I was fierce and strong, not like the weakling he had witnessed moments ago. In truth, what my tone implied was a lie...but, you learn to make people believe your lies if you've been through enough pain, because you learn. your lies could save you.
"I will answer every question you have I promise. But, first we need to check in with the doctor. This is the first time you've woken up in a week." His melodic voice chimed.
"A week?" I questioned, my voice thick with accusation and disbelief.
To this he only gave a simple nod. But, something about him made me want to trust him with my hole heart. I have no idea why, or how much I would regret it, but, at least for the moment, I decided to trust him. I nodded in acknowledgement and understanding in reply to his nod. He turned to leave, but before he could exit, I called out "wait!"
He paused and turned around to look at me, once he did, I continued, "I'm not seeing or doing anything else until you tell me who you are."
He stepped towards me until we were with in touching range to each other. He knelt down so he was eye level with me, while I was sitting on the low, white hospital bed, and raised his hand. I immediately flinched and turned away, expected to be hit across the face. I was overcome by surprise and relief when instead he cupped my cheek with his hand and eased my face back to it's forward position so he could look into my eyes. His eyes had no trace of anger and hatred I was accustomed to. No, they was only gentleness and love swirling in the emerald orbs. after a slight pause he whispered something that made my breath catch and my heart skip a beat.
he whispered "i'm yours."
Anupamaa
