CHAPTER:5

Beyanca's POV

Anguish: Severe mental or physical pain pr suffering.

Agony: Extreme physical or mental suffering.

Despair: The complete loss or absence of hope.

These words can't even closely relate to what I'm feeling right now but still are probably the only words which can define the state I am in.

Have you ever experienced something so painful that you felt like just running far away to a place and scream your heart out till you lose your voice or just completely block all the voices and eventually grow insane.

Ever felt like just ripping your heart out and snapping it into pieces to stop that pain from growing?

Yeah well, this is basically me right now.

Life is a show.

A screenplay

And mine happens to be full of drama.

It's been one month.

One whole month since that day which was supposed to be good,

Actually the best.

One month since mom's accident and it still plays in mind like yesterday.

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Flashback

(1 month back)

"MOOMMM......" I screamed, literally screamed seeing her lying there in her pool of blood and still bleeding.

The sight was heart wrenching.

I shaked her body and called out her name a few times in a hope that she would reply.

She wasn't speaking.

She wasn't making any sound.

And I screamed again, screamed at her, screamed at the person who has the driving skills of a baby, screamed at his car for losing balance, screamed at the crowd for just standing there and watching the scene unfold.

Screamed till I was sure that my voice was gone,

as if that would happen.

I sat there for god knows how long looking at nowhere in particular, tears streaming down my eyes.

My body was beginning to shut down but just as I was about to I felt someone jerking my shoulder and calling out my name, snapping me out of it.

I looked up to see Brian.

"Beya c'mon stand up. We have to go after her.

Dad went with her in the ambulance.

C'mon get up fast." He said helping me stand up.

His voice was gravely, eyes filled with unshed tears begging to fall.

But he still maintained his composure and helped me to the car and settled me down on the passenger seat of mom's car which was parked on a distance from that spot.

He quickly settled down in the driver's seat and started the car.

I'm assuming he picked up the key when I was sitting there blankly and they took mom.

I rested my face on the headrest of my seat.

And even though I did nothing but look out of the window at the passing people and places, which was all I could do. I was tired, too tired to even cry now.

The drive still felt long. Exceedingly long.

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We reached after some time and I ,literally, sprinted out of the car and inside the hospital. Brian followed me.

"E- Emily Williams" I said quickly to the receptionist who was standing there.

She eyed me up and down, looking at my disheveled clothes, bloodstained hands and hair sticking all over my face and me panting so fast was an add on to my already tempting appearance.

Her eyes twinkling with detestation and judgment.

I just looked away.

If not for the situation and hurry we were in, I would have surely put her in her place. I'm sure she would've loved me praising her about her pathetic excuse of makeup.

I DO NOT, absolutely DO NOT judge people. I hate that.

But I love telling off them when they do it.

I moved my eyes back to her and her face suddenly lit up with heaven knows what emotions.

She gave me a smile and licked her lips seductively then again eyed me down, this time CHECKING ME OUT!

SHE DID WHAT-!???

What is with her?

I again looked up at her to see her biting her lip at me.

Okay that's enough wh*ring for a day.

My eyes are screaming looking at her and will soon start bleeding as well.

I was about to say something to her when I realized someone standing behind me.

I looked back to see Brian.

Ofcourse.

Ofcourse it's him.

Ofcourse she gave that 'oh-so-tempting' smile to HIM.

Ofcourse she was checking HIM out.

And Ofcourse my last two brain cells died for even thinking that it was all meant for me.

Because two plus two equals four and not twenty two.

Too bad for her that my brother is taken.

Why am I even thinking about this crap right now?

I came here for mom.

And we can go to her as fast as this little missy tells us where she is.

But looks like doing her job is far less important to her than checking people.

I slammed my hand loudly on the reception and it worked just fine to bring her out of her 'love' trance.

She glared at me.

"EMILY WILLIAMS." I again said to her, this time in a slow-cold voice. She continued glaring at me.

"If you could please do it fast. We're kind of in a hurry." Brian said politely from behind me and gave her a small-quick but charming smile as if she just wasn't eye-raping him.

She looked at him and again gave him a huge-ass smile and quickly typed something on the desktop in front of her.

Within seconds, she told us something which she could have told 10 minutes earlier.

Brian again thanked her and gave her a courteous smile to which she replied with batting her eyelashes.

I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from saying anything.

I just quickly started walking off in the direction she told and paused at the elevator.

Brian followed me and we quickly made our way to the floor mom was on.

As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, I ran towards dad who was sitting on the seats outside mom's room.

"Dad" I said to him and he looked up in my direction.

He stood up and I covered the short distance between us and hugged him.

"How-where i-is s-she?" I asked him. My voice slightly wavering.

"It's been quite some time now. They took her inside the emergency room as soon as we reached here.

A team of doctors followed them inside." He said hugging me tighter, trying his best to comfort me.

We all then sat there waiting for the doctor, nurse, anyone to come out and tell us how mom is!

Suddenly a nurse came out but directly ran of to wherever she had to go to bring whatever was needed.

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After seemingly endless amount of time and hours of operations, a doctor came outside. We made our way toward him.

"How's mom?" Me and Brian asked in unison.

"How's emy, Mr. Stanford?" Dad asked at the same time.

Stangford.

Fancy name.

Doctor with a fancy name, he has to be an excellent doctor then!

Don't ask how, he just has to be good at what he does.

The doctor glanced at three of us with remorse written all over his face.

"Please follow me to my office, we'll talk there" he said after a pregnant pause.

He walked towards his office and we followed him.

"Mr. Westbay, Miss Williams...

she's in coma.

We trier our best to not let this happen but it just-

We can't really say when she'll wake up.

It can take days, weeks, maybe months

or even years." He said after we all settled down.

My breathing hitched after hearing that.

I don't remember when tears started streaming down my eyes. My sobs turned into cries and soon I was uncontrollable.

PRESENT

I'm so tired of feeling like this.

Empty.

This word is just as hollow as I'm from inside.

I was sitting here, beside the person who has always been the definition of warm and bright.

I've lived with my father most of my life, but the person who held me together for the past two year is her.

Mom.

She helped me grow. She helped me evolve in these past two years. She was the reason I didn't just broke down completely after losing my bestfriend.

And now sitting beside mom, holding her hands and crying seeing her in this state is more painfully than anything else.

Becca being here that too in the same state is just an add on to our miserable mood.

None of us is stable and calm enough to hold the other.

She is just as dejected as me ever since she saw mom on this bed, surrounded by all these machines and so many wires connecting to her body.

She has been here since I called her and told her about mom's accident that day.

She broke down on the call and within the next ten minutes we saw here running towards mom's room to see her.

She was so dispirited.

And let me tell you, you don't wanna see grieving Becca.

She is so much more worse than angry Becca.

"Beya" I heard a familiar voice calling me out.

I looked up to see Brian. I don't know when he entered, maybe I was too busy crying to notice that.

"Dad needs you outside, he wants to talk to you about something important." He said and I nodded meekly.

"You go, I'll be here with mom." He said again.

'But I don't want to.'

I wanted to say but controlled myself from saying so.

Maybe it's important.

"Oo...okay" I said reluctantly and went outside.

I saw dad sitting outside with his face in his palms.

Even if they were divorced, she was still like his best friend and he has been here since that accident. He never returned back to San Francisco.

Even though he has a business to look after, and a really big one on that but he still is here!

I walked there and touched his shoulder.

"Dad" I said and he jerked his head towards me.

"Beya.. come sweetheart, Sit." He said and motioned me to take a seat beside him.

"Beya, I had a conversation with the doctor." He said once I sat down.

When he dosen't responds for a while, I looked at him and called him out again.

"He said emy's reports and condition ain't encouraging." He started and his voice wavered saying that.

"So,

I'm thinking of shifting her to a hospital in San Francisco. We've my friend and his team there.

They are experts in these kind of cases and I don't want to regret not giving her the best treatment when I knew I could. So I just needed to ask you if that's okay with you." He said and I couldn't be more happier.

I was actually a bit expectant and hopeful after a whole month.

A whole freakin' month of misery.