The Wallflower's Revenge

AWR Chapter 39: Let it go, let him do it

It's been two weeks since I mourned for what happened. I took an indefinite leave because I was also very sick because of the effects of depression.

I never thought I will reach the point in my life wherein I will be hurt by a doctor whom I thought will take care of me forever. I refused to be admitted to the hospital where Mason and Xandra were working. I might do something crazy. I couldn't stop myself just in case I wanted to really kill both of them for what they did to me.

How I wish thoughts could kill just like that. Lame, I know it only happens in my wildest imagination. I know I can't do that one. I am an Elementary school teacher in a public school. I have a reputation and dignity to protect. Even if I could think of something crazy, like killing someone, I know it would be too impossible for me. I don't want to be put in jail, either.

I was admitted to a hospital that's a bit far from our city. I am thankful that we have relatives living near the hospital. My parents both took care of me while my two other siblings were behaving at my aunt's house. I am glad that Aunt Nina is also willing to take care of my younger siblings. I am twenty-six years old now. Next to me is my fifteen-year-old sister and my nine-year-old brother.

They were both studying. That's why I have to work hard for both of them to have a brighter future. My dad is only a laborer with few projects. My mom is a plain housewife. She sometimes sells cooked foods at an affordable price to those busy workers passing by our house.

She would sometimes place it on a small table outside the house and she would sit in front of it. She recites aloud what she sells for the passersby to hear her clearly. Thankfully, most of the cooked foods she's selling would often be sold out because they were not expensive. Mom would love to sell snacks to people at an affordable price. That way, more customers will be attracted to buy from her more instead of buying from others who sell similar foods.

I am also proud of mom because she's a great cook. She's very passionate about cooking and she wanted to earn money through her passion as well.

I don't know what happened because mom has been with me inside the hospital for almost two weeks. I regret letting my feelings of depression overpower me. I made her stop earning money for us, as well as dad.

"Mom, dad? I promise, as soon as I will go out of this hospital, I will work hard to get you what you have lost for many days."

My mom looked at me with teary eyes. She smiled as she cupped my cheeks.

"Sweetie, it's alright. Never mind the money that I lost okay?"

"I-I'm so sorry mom." I gently held her hand that held my face too.

"I could earn that money any time. You're the only one in my life. If I lose you, I will never have another you in my life."

"Mom..." There's a pain within me as I hear what they have been telling me.

"Hush, please rest now. I love you sweetie." Mom and dad looked at each other. Dad showed me a basket full of my favorite fruits. I could feel my eyes glisten as I looked at them.

"Thank you so much, dad. I will surely eat all of them because it's from you." He smiled as he noticed that I loved what he bought for me.

"Please be well, our dearest. Don't stress yourself too much." I nodded and followed what they told me. They left when they felt that I was already asleep. But then, I was only closing my eyes for them to think that I am already resting. As much as possible, I don’t want them to worry too much. I slowly opened my eyes again as I hovered my gaze in the four corners of the room. I took a deep breath as tears rolled down my cheeks. I am sometimes wondering why they came uncontrollable.

I can’t help but to recall the times while we’re still in the relationship. I started thinking about how we started. That first hello that changed everything. He was the snobbish type of a doctor while I am that ‘bubbly’ type of a girl who’s always fond of doctors. I even wish that I will marry a doctor someday. From the moment I got my medical check-up because of a terrible bowel movement, I never stopped visiting St. Lilith’s hospital.