Chapter 8: Far

I cried and I cried in his arms until I was exhausted enough to fall asleep.

I just woke up when I felt someone brush my hair. Seriously though, what is up with people waking me up by brushing my hair?

I took a moment to look around my room and jumped when it was Carlo the first person I saw, not Joshua.

Not Joshua.

Quick thought, I'm still not sure if I should call him 'Zy' again because my memories came back. It's a little awkward remembering what I did to him earlier.

Carlo was just looking at me. I noticed how slow his eyes formed tears before he turned his head down.

I sighed before reaching for his head and gently brushed his hair with my fingers.

Remembering the feeling of his hair in my hand, I remember pranking him when we were kids.

I cut his hair while he was sleeping. He almost cried when he saw his head in the morning, half of it shaved off.

I wanted to smile because of the thought but his look made me guilty. I know this scene.

"Don't make history repeat, Klaire. Please." He said, crying. I don't know how I managed to look at him teary-eyed. "Stay away from him. I'm begging you."

I was lost of words, I couldn't find the right ones to express how I was feeling.

I'm scared.

I am so scared of repeating everything again but... there's a part of me that screams,

Telling me it would be scarier not to try.

"If you won't do as I say, I will be forced to bring you back to the States."

His face was stern and his eyes screamed finality.

"I don't want to." I said bravely. I can't go back there, it's so stressful. Going back there might be the reason why I'll die.

"You can't stop me, Klaire. You will be transferred to the old hospital you where in when you feel better."

"Carlo if you want me to feel better then you should do what I want!"

"If I follow what you want, YOU'LL DIE, KLAIRE!"

There was a very long silence. It's been so long since we had a fight about this, especially to the point where we're screaming at each other.

I don't know what's happening. Every night I kept thinking, "Is there something wrong with me getting my memories back?" I asked softly. I can't believe I had the courage to step up and say that.

I can't understand Carlo. Shouldn't he be glad that I finally got my memories? That now, after so long I am slowly getting to know what actually happened back then?

This isn't the Carlo I knew. He used to be so understanding... what happened to him?

I didn't get to hear any word from him starting then. But at exactly midnight, he looked at me, seriousness filled his face, then said,

"If you won't stay away, then I will make him."

A week already passed after that thing happened. I was forced to stay inside my room like a teenage girl. Carlo also told all the nurses to check on me and my room at all times.

Carlo let me have the time to think if I really don't want to go to the States. I know that it's much better there, much greater facilities, smarter doctors... but there is really something that's keeping me from moving my feet here.

Carlo told all the people in the entire hospital to look over me and alert him if something happens. Something, meaning me leaving my very room. That is also the very reason why I couldn't go out to the playground to have some peace and quiet or to the canteen to get snacks.

Him, knowing that, assigned a nutritionist that was supposed to feed me like a pig, or that was what I kept in mind.

My room looked like a combination of a small library and a music studio. Carlo bought all the books such as, 'Percy Jackson','Alice in Wonderland','Twilight','Narnia' and 16 more fantasy/ thriller books.

Some new music, and he bought Canvas and paint.

Good thing my room was the biggest room so all of the stuff he bought didn't really bother the space much.

It is currently 5:42 pm and I am so bored. I spent my whole day painting random streets in New York.

I was just listening to music when someone knocked on my door. At first I thought it was Carlo, but I also did not mind it when it was Dustine.

Dustine is the nutritionist that my brother assigned. Carlo said that I "was losing weight" so he assigned Dustine to keep track of my meals.

Dustine is just a year older than me. He has gray eyes and black ebony hair. At first, people would think he's a model or something and a lot of people get disappointed when they found out that he's only a nutritionist.

"What's for dinner?" I asked while reading a book.I didn't bother look at him while he started fixing my meal on my mini table.

"Why do you always make it sound like I'm your chef?" He asked.

"Well, technically, you are." I just said. "Wait, are those oranges?" I grabbed one and peeled it while he just look at me in shock.

The whole time I was eating he was just staring. I swallowed a piece before I said I couldn't handle his stares anymore and talked.

"Are you gonna say something or just stare at me eat fruits?"

"Where's Breeze?"

"Oh, Carlo brought him with him. I think they went on a stroll."

It's almost five weeks since Carlo brought Breeze here but he's really getting bigger. He gained three kilos and his height grew for another five inches.

That adorable white creature was another subject in my paintings. All the finished paintings was being shipped to our house at Marinduque. It's so that my place wouldn't be filled with paintings and also because my grandma wants to see it.

Breeze learned how to use the restroom for the past week because I wouldn't have the time to get him out of my room, I wouldn't even try with Carlo's guard standing outside my room.

It took me fifteen times to clean, pick up and wash the carpet because of Breeze's little 'accident'.

Dustine on the other hand, left my room when I finished.

I was feeling a bit sleepy because of the medicines I just took three minutes ago, so I decided to rest. I was closing my eyes when my phone rang, indicating someone's calling.

I was a bit shocked to see who the caller is so it took me a few more rings before I answered it.

"Krzhna?" I asked, still shocked. "What the hell girl? After ignoring me for four months now you decided to call me?"

"I was on tour stupid. By the way, I just heard about the new song that Lovelost released. I think you should listen to it."

The talk went on and on. We had a lot of things that we talked about, the reason why I am still up at 3am.

"So you are saying, you cried while hugging him?"

"Ugh, please don't bring out the topic. you know it flashbacks."

"So arte" That's when I burst out my laughter. She is a Canadian, reason why we only speak in english. I don't know where she found out that word but whoever that is, I'll marry her.

"God, where did you learn that word?" I said, still laughing. A knock on my door barely stopped my giggles. It was Dustine.

I waved my hand slightly to say hi, but he looked shocked.

Oh, right. I don't usually say hi to him. It wasn't something that I do often, because I have a very small friend circle but I just shrugged it off. I was about to talk to Krzhna again when someone from her line talked.

And boy, it was a guy.

"Hey babe, aren't you done with that? Round three is near." he said with a naughty tone.

I just shook my head in disagreement and rolled my eyes, thinking there's a possibility that she might see me.

"56." That was the number of guys she played and had a one night stand with, guessing this was another one.

"Girl, I'm already at 71." She said then laughed so hard. "Wait, what time is it there?"

"3:21 in the morning." I said as I glanced at my wall clock.

"Oh shit, why didn't you tell me? Go sleep!" By that, she ended the line.

It took me a while before I realized that Dustine was still here, watching me talk with my friend.

He was sitting at the small sofa at the back of the door while he looked. He had this small smile across his face that looks so good on him.

"Are you still going to look at me or are you telling me what you brought?"

Instead of answering, he just shrugged his shoulders then stood up. He fixed his coat before fixing the meal and headed towards the door.

Without anymore contact, he shut the door and left me.

Huh.

What was his problem?

But instead of thinking what it was, I chose to stay silent and eat the food he brought.

It was mainly fruits. Strawberries, blueberries, apple slices, pineapple, and some nata de coco. All the fruits were individually poked with a little toothpick that made it look like a lollipop and on a small bowl, there was some hot melted chocolate.

I dipped a strawberry in it and the melted chocolate quickly froze the moment I lifted the fruit away from bowl, which surprised me.

It tasted so good. It only took me 5 minutes before I consumed the whole thing. My medicines where placed at the left side of the tray, close to the chocolate bowl.

I waited until it's 3:30 before I took it. And just as I thought, after a few minutes, I began to feel numb, then relaxed, then followed by a complete darkness.