My Possessive Admirer

05. Necessary Evil

BELLA'S POV

"Bella..." I heard a mystifying voice calling my name over and over again. My vision was blurry. Felt like I was in a haze.

"Where are you?" I sought an answer closing my eyes trying to hear where the voice was coming from. I felt a pleasant varied texture under my feet, something soothing, something cool, perhaps it was grass adorned with the morning dew drops on the soft land.

"Bella..." I heard his voice again. This time more clearer like it was near me. I started searching for him, entering into the mist, deeper and deeper...into the jungle...

But it felt like a never-ending cycle. Where am l? When will it end?

I stumbled upon a rock and fell on the grass. I couldn't discern where was he...

"Where are you....?" I called a person by his name, but I couldn't hear the name when I uttered it...

"Bella..." I heard the voice in front of me. I looked up to see him but my eyes got blinded by the ray of the sun. I saw someone was slowly walking towards me, his shadow covered the light that deprived me of sight.

I heard his lucid voice, "I'm here..."

"Ugh!" Suddenly I jumped up in shock and realized I was in a hospital bed not any jungle. A nurse was standing outside the door looking at a file. She came running inside thinking I might have gotten a seizure.

"Miss are you fine?" She asked being concerned.

"I'm sorry. I had a bad dream. I'm ok..." I said being a bit embarrassed for scaring her like that.

"Bella!" I heard my mom's voice coming from the hallway. She came running inside.

"Dear are you alright? I'm sorry. I'm really sorry..." My mom started crying.

"Mom! No, don't..." I felt a slight pinning pain in my hand when I tried to hold her hands. They injected a syringe in my hand for saline I guess.

"Ouch! Can someone please take this off?" I said in dissatisfaction as the syringe moved inside my hand.

"No, it's needed for now. But we will take it off soon," the nurse said putting my hand forcefully down where it was.

"Gosh be gentle please!" My mom said to the nurse worrying I might get hurt.

"Ah, mom! Don't worry I'm fine," I said looking away from my hand not moving an inch. Syringes make me feel weird.

"I should have been more careful dear. It's my fault. I was so busy with my office work I didn't ask you if you were facing any trouble regarding your health. It's all my fault!" Mom said wiping her tears, "I've taken a week break from the office. I'm gonna stay with you, dear!"

"Mom I'm all good. Don't cry, please. No need to worry so much. But thank you." I remembered slowly what happened. I lost my senses in the school's bathroom after the incident. I wondered what happened there exactly. Who can hate me this much to take this heinous step to hurt me. But how did my parents know I was locked inside there. Before I could ask my mom Becky came running inside the room. Dad came too with the doctor.

"Bella are you ok? Are you alright?" She exclaimed being tensed.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine!" I said smiling trying to calm her down, "How are you, Becky?"

"Me! Do you see my forehead? You can see wrinkles there! Stop making me worry so much Bella! How did you lose consciousness? You don't eat well do you?" She said everything in one breath.

"No, that's not true. I'm good. I'll tell you what happened later," I asked her not to worry anymore.

"How are you feeling now dear?" Dad said coming near my bed.

"Better thank you, dad," I said leaning on dad's arm as he came near me.

"I'm really sorry dear. Me and your mother have invested so much time in office works that we completely overlooked the problems you could be facing." Dad said while caressing my back.

"It's alright. You didn't know. Don't worry...." After a long time, I had my parents with me in one room. I felt peaceful, happy or should I say contented. I missed being with my parents. Busy life kind of drifted us apart. We spent a lot of time talking and playing word games. Becky told us jokes that made me laugh so much that my stomach started hurting. I don't remember when was the last time I got to pass such jolly times like this with my parents. It was amazing.

Soon the visiting time was over. The doctor said that I can be released tomorrow morning. But they want me to keep me under observation tonight because I got hurt on my head.

"Well, tomorrow then!" Becky said while leaving. It was late so dad decided to drop her off. I bid farewell to Becky.

"Guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow then! Take care, Becky."

"Sleep well dear," My mom said while fixing the pillow under my head.

"Mom, can I ask you something before you leave?"

"Yes, dear. What's wrong?" Mom replied in a worried tone.

"It's nothing serious. I just wanted to ask how did you guys know where I was?"

She seemed a bit confused at my question. "But dear you were the one who messaged your dad that you were feeling sick so you were lying down in the infirmary's bed. And you told him to pick you up as soon as possible," She asked being startled, "Don't you remember?"

"What?" I was shocked at what was mom saying. I texted dad! The phone wasn't even with me in the bathroom. It was in my bag outside the washroom door then how did I text dad?

"Yeah, we found you in the infirmary when we hurriedly reached there. For some reason your clothes were dirty. You weren't wearing your shirt. Just your sleeveless t-shirt. I was really worried that something might have happened to you."

What mom told me made me freak out but I decided not to say a word to her. She was already worried. If I tell her that it wasn't me who texted dad and I never walked to the infirmary. I didn't know how she might react.

But I was puzzled myself thinking if I lost my memory or something. I might have done all these and not remember a single thing. It could be that. But if that's not the case then it means someone saved me from that situation when I was completely unconscious. It can't be those girls who did this to me then who was it!

"Dear?" My mom brought me back to reality from my train of thoughts that swayed me away.

"Mhm...all good. You go home now and sleep, mom. I'll see you tomorrow ok!" I forced a fake smile on my face. Seemed like it worked on mom.

"Ok then see you tomorrow. Don't worry about anything. Take rest you will remember everything," Mom said while leaving, waving at me from near the door.

"Goodnight mom," I can't even remember when I fell asleep while thinking about everything that happened today. I was really tired.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt something really cold touching my hand which woke me up. I opened my eyes, still half asleep, wanting to know what was it. The room's light was dimmed because it was nighttime. I couldn't see everything properly.

Suddenly I noticed a movement, a person just walked outside from my room. So there was someone inside my room! I sat up on the bed swiftly, ready to make a run for it if I sense any danger. I wanted to remove the saline syringe from my hand and walk to the door to see who came inside. "Wha..!" I gasped in surprise that it was already taken off! What how? So was that the nurse who came inside and freed my hand? But she said she'll take it off tomorrow. Then who came inside my room. I ran to the door with my shaky legs to see who it was. But as I expected the whole hallway was empty. Whoever it was already left.

When I was still trying to convince myself that it was the nurse who took it off, my eyes stopped on a bouquet kept right across my bed on the table. My heart skipped a beat as I walked near the bouquet.

"Purple roses!" I covered my mouth with my hand, "He was here!"

I noticed a small paper note folded inside the flowers. It was his handwriting just as I expected!

You are like a rose,

so precious,

That I'm willing to make

my fingers bloody.

In the game of this fire & moth

My untamed desires to love you

Burns in rage inside me.

While you melt me...

Melt me down in your holy light.

Alas, Love is a necessary evil...

~' My apologies if I've been causing any disturbance in your thoughts lately.'

"So he wrote these lines himself this time, interesting!" I giggled reading his poetry. Pretty bold I must say, Mr Stalker. Expressing love just after invading my privacy in the middle of the night like this!

I covered myself under the bedsheets smiling. Who is this weirdo? So he saved me from those girls huh! I should thank him but how? He doesn't even show himself. He comes close but vanishes the next second.

"Silly!" I whispered. I tried to put myself to sleep but couldn't stop thinking about him.

"Damn what is this guy doing in my head all the time! Crazy stupid stalker!"