CHaPtEr ThREe

One minute the ghost lady is running into my body the next minute I am waking up horizontal with no Idea where the fuck I am.

Only weird noises like a mosquito buzz reaching my ears.

Giving myself a minute I realized they were voices but my brain was still too muddled to interpret their words.

"Dr when is she going to wake up is been three months and no sign of her waking up, "a brown-haired middle-aged lady with honey brown eyes asked the male doctor who has been handling her daughter's case.

"I am sorry ma, your daughter seems physically fine, we can't ascertain why she is not waking up...."

Their words a circulating buzz above Rachel, she tried to make sure everything was working as it should. I mean is a little weird I was fine on my two feet, talking to a ghost lady, next I am here flat on my back.

Ok what is happening, Rachel panicked trying to move her feet that weren't cooperating.

Oh my God, the ghost lady paralyzed me, Rachel inner voice cried in panic as her heart started racing.

"But the doctor is been three months now, shouldn't she had woken up by now."

Three months rang like an annoying alarm clock in Rachel's head.

What! three months!, I have been in this weird place for three months! her inner voice screamed, further accelerating her heart rate, as she started thrashing around trying to force her body to move.

A loud beeping sound rang out in the room, indicating that the patient on the bed is awake and in distress.

The doctor and the woman quickly ran towards the bed.

"Hello, Miss Wilson can you hear me, you have to calm down you are safe, "the doctor spoke in a soft calm voice trying to settle his patient.

Safe, yeah right, says the cat to the mouse before he ate it, Rachel mocked the dude's voice in her mind while still trying to get her appendages to cooperate with her. Even her body window was proving difficult to open.

"Baby please calm down, "the older lady cried to her daughter her voice wet, as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mum, "Rachel's inner voice whispered, as she recognized the voice.

Feeling safe now that she heard a familiar voice, Rachel relaxed, and then tried opening her eyes again. This time she was successful.

The images in front of her were kind of blurry at first...

"Oh my baby, you are finally awake, "her mum cried again hugging her by the chest.

Rachel winced from the hands clutching her tightly on the chest.

"hurts, " she croaked causing the woman to let go quickly as if burned.

"Hello Rachel, I am Dr. Seaman, I am going to check you now, "the doctor said trying to get her consent.

Rachel nodded her consent to the doctor while focusing on him.

The images were still a little blurring but better than when she first opened her eyes.

The doctor quickly took out his flashlight to check his patient's eyes.

"How do you feel Rachel? " he asked the young woman.

Like can you get the fucking light off my face, that hurts Rachel growled in her mind but lacked the strength to make her feelings known, so she settled for the glare in the man's direction, which was ineffective cause the man continued with the light flashing till he was satisfied before he removed it causing Rachel to release a sigh of relief.

Rachel endured several more checks before the doctor was satisfied that she was alright, then she asked the question that has been bugging her since she opened her eyes to this room.

"What happened?"

"What do you remember? " The doctor countered staring at her while her mum looked on with an eager expression.

"I was driving home in my car and then something crashed into my car, then nothing, " Rachel said evasively.

She was not about to tell them about her weird encounter with the dead lady, she didn't want them thinking she was crazy not till she was appraised of everything that happened since her accident.

"Well after the crash you were rushed in by the paramedics and before the doctors could do anything you died but somehow came back to life and then you were talking to the theater where your hips and broken legs, ribs, and punctured lungs were taking care off, and you have been in a coma since then."

So I really died Rachel thought closing her eyes as exhaustion claimed her.

Seeing her daughter's eyes close again, the woman panicked.

"what is going on doctor? " she cried in alarm.

"Relax madam, she is just sleeping, " the doctor assured the woman in a soft voice.

"In the meantime why don't you go home and get some rest now that she is awake, " he said to the woman who hasn't had any proper rest ever since her daughter went into a coma.

The woman nodded her head at the doctor's words, she leaned and pecked her daughter's forehead, thank you for coming back to us she whispered tearing up.

Giving one more tender look at her sleeping daughter she walked out of the room.

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A heavy press on the doorbell penetrated through the fog of sleep of the person lying underneath the king-size bed covered from the face down by a dark purple duvet in a room shrouded in darkness, with all the shutters down not letting any trace of the daylight in.

The lump groaned and turned in protest of the loud noise disturbing her sleep, wanting it to leave her alone but unable to communicate this desire.

The person at the door growing impatient by the lack of response pressed down the doorbell again this time harder and longer than the first time before accompanying it with a loud yell.

"Jericho if you don't open this door I am going to knock it the hell down, " Catherine threatened.

It's been three months and no one has heard from their friend. Jericho has gone MIA after burying her wife, enclosing herself in their home, and shutting the whole world out.

Everyone has tried to help her out of her grieve but the stubborn woman wasn't accepting any help and Cat has enough of her shit, she was letting her in whether she likes it or yes.

She pressed down on the bell again which she was ready to go on till her best friend opens the door.

Jericho forcefully extricated herself from the grips of sleep, and grudgingly opened her eyes, irritated that the person at the door was not getting the message. She doesn't want to see anybody.

Standing up from her bed she grabbed the first thing her hand could reach and when she worm it, she doubled over when her wife's scent assaulted her nostrils, reacting as if burned she quickly removed it and flung it on the bed as the tears she thought she has run out of welled up in her eyes.

The bell came again

"Who the fuck is that? " she yells in anger matching downstairs towards the entrance, forgetting she was still in her pajamas.

"What do you want?" Jericho growled flinging the door open.

Catherine stared in shock at her friend's appearance, she looked like a train wreck....

"You look like shit! " She blurted out, her shock coloring her voice.

"Thanks, you came bearing compliments, " Jericho muttered sarcastically leaving her friend at the door as she walked back into the house, heading towards the kitchen where she went ahead to take out a bottle of alcohol which she poured into a glass.

"Ric is seven o clock, " Cat cried joining her friend in the kitchen.

"And, " was Jericho's flat response as she chunked down the whole drink...

"What are you doing here?" she fired unkindly to her friend while pouring another drink for herself, her demure showing she didn't appreciate the unannounced visit.

"What am I doing here!" Cat cried in alarm, "look at you Jericho you are a wasted shadow of your formal self."

Her friends cropped jet black hair was pouring pass her shoulders something Jericho has never allowed since they were in college, her pale blue eyes dull and lifeless, the skin surrounding them swollen, her cheeks hollowed out bringing out her cheeks bone out giving her a hawkish appearance, her weight half of what it usually is, making her seem swallowed by her black pajamas top and matching down that looked so rumpled like it hasn't been changed in days.

"Your wife is the one that died and not you, I understand you miss her too much but that doesn't mean..."

"Get out!" Jericho said coldly cutting off her friend.

"What! " Cat exclaimed confused and surprised.

she couldn't believe her friend was throwing her out, but the look in the eyes staring back at her devoid of any emotions proved that she didn't miss heard the words.

Jericho slammed her glass down on the kitchen table marching back towards through the lobby to the door she held it open and waited for her friend to reach it.

Catherine paused and the door, and stared at her friend, "you can throw me out but that doesn't mean I am giving up, and I know Christy wouldn't want this for you.."

Jericho remained silent and waited for her friend to leave and when she did, she banged the door closed.

"Is my life and I decided how I live it, " she muttered angrily matching back up the stairs...