Henry. The whole place was dark and cold, it felt like I was trapped in it. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything. Time just passed in this dark place where muted voices played an endless ungraspable tune, where I felt like an alien in my own body that hurt badly. I had flashes of consciousness which were only blinding lights, occasionally disturbed by the darkness of this place. I forced myself to pick out some sounds, picking out words and a few voices that sounded recognizable and unrecognizable, putting them together like puzzle pieces that were missing key parts. I tried to focus on the moving shapes, straining with efforts to make out the hazy features of a face but getting no more than a rough sketch of someone familiar. Just when I thought I was at the edge of the darkness, I was pushed back under again. I did everything to reach out to the voice calling out to me but it was futile. Just when I had lost hope I heard the anguished roar of a voice calling my name again
Henry. It had been three hours since I woke up from a very long sleep, according to Gwen I had been in a coma for three months now and if I didn’t wake up when I did they would have thought of me as dead. It was scary to actually think that I had been asleep for such a long time, no wonder my body felt so heavy and I couldn’t move. Gwen hasn’t left my side, even when the doctor came to check up on me she didn’t leave. She stayed and paid close attention to what the doctor said, what should be done and what shouldn’t. I have never seen her like this before—she has done something like this when I was sick but I have never paid attention to her. Gwen is just simply amazing. “Do you need anything Henry, I can get it for you?” She asked. I shook my head, it was already late and I didn’t think I needed anything more than her presence right now. “I don’t. I wanted to ask you this, I haven’t seen Jas since I woke up and you haven’t told me what happened after I got shot?” He asked. She
Gwen. It has been hell for me and for everyone else since Henry got shot and almost died during surgery. Three months and everything still isn’t normal, Ryan was caught that day and right now he’s at the police station awaiting trial. I didn’t want to do anything until Henry woke up, he should have been there when the one who shot him was trailed. The news of Emily and Ryan’s big mastermind plan spread through the country and everyone who was in support of us wanted them dead. But I think that’s too small for them, they deserve something worse than death, Emily deserves worse for putting little Jason through that horrible ordeal. Luckily after that night Jason was rescued and immediately taken to my home where Jasmine was waiting for him, he was excited to see her and went on telling her what happened, in no time he had completely forgotten what happened that night and I wanted it to remain that way. When I woke up a day after I passed out on my mother’s shoulder, the first thing
Henry. I woke up to a small whisper coming from God's where. I heard giggled and then it all died down when I opened my eyes. I blinked my lashes repeatedly to adjust to the bright light in the room before looking around, I saw my mother, Sheila, and no one else. A frown graced my face when I didn’t see her. “Before you ask anything she will be back soon, she just stepped out for some fresh air. I had to force her to do that,” Mother said before I could even ask anything. Oh, I calmed down a bit. “Welcome back from your sleep, sleeping cutie,” Sheila said from beside Mother and all I could do was glare at her. “How are you doing son?” Mother asked as she quickly took the seat beside my bed, she held my hand in hers and gave me a squeeze. “I’m fine Mother,” I replied even though my voice was hoarse. “I’m glad. I was so happy when Gwen called to tell me you were already awake, I’m so glad that you are alright Henry. I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened t
Emily. Nothing has been the same since that night, everything has suddenly taken a turn and I do not like it. After I was knocked unconscious by that bastard, I woke up the next day in a hospital and my handcuffed to the bed. I was mad at first and let out a loud scream alerting who was out there to come take the damn thing off me but instead of a nurse or doctor walking in, a female cop walked in. “Do you need anything?” She asked. I looked at her and ordered her to take the damn thing from my hand, she merely looked at me and then walked out again. Even when I started screaming and cursing at her at the top of my lungs, she still didn’t react. The doctor came in when my shouts were getting too loud and injected something in my arm, it was only then did I became calm, and in no time I slept off. I woke up that day in the evening and yet there still wasn’t anyone in the room with me, at that time I wondered if no one had called Riley to come take me out of here. But then a week b
Emily. I walked towards the door and waited for the damn lady to open the door, she always take her sweet time to open the damn door. I mean, how long does it take to open one door? Finally, after taking a long time, she opened the door and as usual I brought my hands out so she could handcuff me. She did that and I walked out. “Walk faster,” she yelled from behind and all I could do was roll my eyes. “Can I know who my guest is?” I asked, glancing at her through my shoulder. She grunted but didn’t say anything, I decided to drop it and let it be. I will see who it is in a minute from now. We passed the other cell and though they were shouting and calling on the cop to come take them out of there I couldn’t help to think who my mysterious guest was. I mean I have been here doing nothing, without getting trailed, without knowing what my crime is—even though I have an idea of what it was, I don’t have anyone to come to bail me out of this place so I couldn’t help but wonder who
Gwendolyn’s POVEveryone thinks getting married to a rich man, not thinking about how to pay bills and all that would make one happy. It might be for them, but not me.And also, everyone thinks getting married to their heartthrob would be a blissful feeling. Well, it was for me for the first year of my marriage to my sweetheart, but the year after was hel for me.Here I am, five years later married to my sweetheart but still gets cheated on even after all his promises. I thought my life would be colorful as long as I was married to Henry, my first love and everything, but who was I kidding? My life has been hel after our first year of marriage, and I still decided to stay with him. Stay by his side to see if he was going to change his ways, it was old news to me that he was cheating and the media made it known every day. He always liked to twist his words, telling me that the women were his business partners and nothing was going on between them.I used to believe that lie, believe th
Gwendolyn. I know alcohol wasn’t going to help me, but I still opted for it. It gives me a temporary relief from my heartache and the pain of knowing Henry was cheating.I opened the wine and poured a large amount on the glass then gulped it down, letting out a sigh of relief. Normally, I only have a glass after Henry’s drama but soon when the pain became too much I turned it to two and then three, and it went on and on.While sitting there I started thinking about my life, and if there was one thing I can totally agree of that will be this. This wasn’t the life I envisioned with Henry after getting married; me getting almost drunk every time we had a quarrel and he, cheating on me with his lover. I didn’t plan my life this way, when I ran away from home to be with him, this wasn’t what I was expecting.I had dreamt of a bright and happy future where Henry and I were happily married with three children, living in a quiet and peaceful neighborhood with either a cat or a dog. But this,