Tomorrow may never come

Something Old

What should I choose?

I never had the opportunity to stare beyond the precipice of a cliff or at the top of a mountain.  But thinking of choices has always been a given either if you want to live or die.

Sir, her pulse is a little weak.  She lost a lot of blood.

What would be the better option?  Redo the world that I had lived in and undo the things that my sister, my boyfriend and my friends did in order to create a new one or put effort on the life I would be given and try to make do with it, leaving things as they are.

She's crashing.  Charge to 360.  Clear.

If I were God, I would have just wiped out all the bad guys in one fell swoop or clean up history and redo everything back to square one.

We got a pulse.  Make sure she is stabilized.

But then again, if I did that then what would I have done?  Would I have charged blindly under the manipulation of my sister or worked on how to say "no" for the first time in my life?  I realized that I had always been a follower.  I hated making waves.  My parents gave me their responsibilities because I never complained since I wanted to ease their tension not knowing that I was just using it as an excuse to please my parents.  My sister manipulated me to follow her orders because I don't want to hurt her feelings.  I didn't confront my boyfriend and friends of their treachery because I wanted to still be with them.  I guess dying can give a perspective on things.

*****

I slowly opened my eyes.  It was no longer the sparkling white that...wait, what white walls?  I tried to sit up but the monitors that I was hooked on beeped in alarm.  I breathed deeply.  Why am I here again?

In a sudden flash of light, I started to remember that I was lying on the broken floorboards of a motel.  I was asked by Ana to get something from a man who was staying at a motel room at the outskirts of town.  Being the good sister that I am, I went there only to be tied up and r***d repeatedly by unknown men.  I tried to escape, fearing that once they were done with me I would be killed but then I was caught.  One of the men even told me why I was r***d.

The b***h can't pay her debt so she sold her own sister to us.  Don't feel bad about this, girl.  Guess you were an unlucky dunce.

Tears rained down my cheeks as I remembered the gruesome way they held me, thinking that I liked the way they used me.  I felt dirty and completely disgusting.  I could feel every moment I was passed on like candy.  My God, what a disaster!

When they had enough, they used the baseball bat to level me to the ground.  I thought I was dead.  Maybe I was.  But the monitors hooked on my arms and wrists told otherwise.  I tried to move my limbs and was grateful that I can feel them.  

Soon, the door opened and a nurse came in.  She gasp when she saw that I was awake and she immediately left the room to call the doctor.  When she returned, the doctor was right on her heels.  He took note of my hectic color and started to take my vitals.

"Your vitals are stable and it seems the medicine is doing its job to keep any infections at bay.  You need more rest to get your strength back."  The doctor smiled at me.  I noticed he had a cute smile so I tried to smile back.

"T-thank you."  I stuttered out.  The doctor shook his head at me.

"You shouldn't thank me.  Someone called 911 and you were lucky to be found by a firefighter doing his rounds in the area.  Anyway, take a rest because the police will be here to take your statement."

I nodded, feeling a little light headed for a minute.  I closed my eyes and managed to sleep through the doctor's ministrations.

*****

The next time I woke up, I saw a burly man standing by the window beside the hospital bed.  It seems the monitors were taken off once I was stabilized and I am now in a private room.  Now, I can remember where I was.  The room in the hospital looked very familiar as if I have been here before.

"Good, you're awake.  I've brought you some food from the canteen.  I don't know if you can eat because of your injuries but at least try to."  The man said as he placed the food warmers on top of the counter top beside the hospital bed.  He pushed the button to move the bed up for me to sit up without having to move.  I eyed him warily as he pulled the tray closer to me.

"Th-thank you.  Who are you?"  I asked quietly, eyeing the food and thinking if I should eat it.

You have nothing to fear.  He is a friend.

My brows furrowed as the thought came to my mind.  I would have pondered what the voice meant if not for the man moving a chair near the hospital bed for him to sit on.  He flashed his badge at me and I saw the 911 engraved on it.

"Kyle Brent, first responder of the 117th.  I was the one who found you in the motel room and I got you to Mercy General as fast as I could.  Though I am sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"  I asked in a soft voice.

"I'm sorry that we haven't found out who did this to you.  I'm sorry that I wasn't there sooner.  They took your things, your bag, wallet, credit cards.  We couldn't call your parents since we don't know who you are.  I just wanted to check how you were doing.  We thought you wouldn't make it."

I sighed and gave a small smile.  Those thugs think they can get away with taking what is mine.  I have had enough.

"You don't have to be sorry, sir.  I did not know what I was going in to."  

He scooted the chair closer to me.

"I hope you won't be offended but since the police are coming and we need to find the people who did this to you, I hope you can still remember."

My eyes glazed at the thought.   Those thugs will get what they deserve.