Is it Pain or Regret?

The room got darker. Where did the lights go?

How did I end up here?

Everywhere was dark with no sign of light, but I could still here his voice.

The atmosphere felt like the echoes of a thousand men.

I wanted to run but my feet grew numb. Everything felt too real.

Help! Help! Help!!!

I screamed out of my sleep to see Mr Frank running to me.

"What's wrong?" he looked so worried.

I kept on breathing fast, and he came close to hug me. I cried in his shoulders.

I just don't know what was happening.

......

"Who are you?" I had to ask this guy from only God knew where he came from.

"I am Emmanuel, and I have been observing you since we got here. I could tell you've been acting strange." He walked up to me with a straight face.

I didn't blink. He was between me and freedom.

"Why do I feel you are responsible for what happened to that lady?" He pointed his finger at me.

This guy lack the manners on how to talk to a lady, how dare he?

Everyone's' eyes was coming on us, and I didn't like it.

"She is my mother you p...." Daisy don't.

I had to bring myself to stay calm, but Mr Rude here wants to bring out the anger in me.

"Is anything the matter?" Doctor Gideon came to meet us because it was clear I was about to beat him.

"No bro" Mr rude just called him "bro".

Well probably it is just "guys greeting".

"Oh miss Daisy I see you have not met my younger brother; meet Emmanuel." he smiled expressing a gesture of excitement.

How does he expect me to shake this guy?

I hate him already.

"N-i-c-e to Meet you!" Those words felt like an astroid hitting my throat.

"Who taught you how to talk nice?" he gave a smirk

"Emmanuel be nice, Daisy just got out of a critical condition." He gave him a warning look.

I turned back heading for my mom's door, apparently nature doesn't like me.

Why must it be Emmanuel?

I laid my head on my lap, no word from anyone.

Seconds became minutes, and minutes turned hours.

The door finally swung open. There she was lying so calm

How can someone so evil be so calm.

I ran to the doctor who treated her. He had a look of confusion.

"Doctor what's wrong?" I looked sad because my plans got bad.

"I can't tell for now Miss. The woman is your mom right?" he raised up his sleeves, trying to let out some steam.

I nodded in agreement but wished it wasn't true.

"After all tests conducted, we can conclude that your mom is fine. We just couldn't explain what brought about her paleness." I could see him sweating like he failed someone.

"Well, we will put her under two days rest and then we can discharge her." He came close to tap me on my shoulder.

How in heaven's name am I supposed to care for her when all she knew was hurt me..

I look into her room from the window and there she was sleeping like an angel.

Memories flash in my mind, and the voices in my head came alive.

They echoed continuously SIX YEARS AGO!

No! Not now.

A little tear drop came down my eyes because six years ago it was my dad in that support, and mom was no where to be found.

Now mom is here, and dad gone. I broke down completely.

What a story, the pain in my heart grew more.

Like a lump rises, it rose. Everything felt so blank but one thing has always been clear since day one; I caused all this.

"Are you ok?" he asked, walking up to me.

I could see he looked worried, but what do I care?

"Are you ok, why are you crying?" he wanted to come close but could notice the way I kept withdrawing.

"I am fine!" I clenched my fist and dried up the tears.

It wasn't time to show weakness infront of him.

He spoiled my plan, and acts like he's smart.

So how dare he care!

He tried walking out and it won't the first time for someone I care about to do so.

But then he turned back, "I can't stand it when people cry, even if it is you."

Bang! What just hit me?

What was that fuzzy feeling, those words warmed my heart.

Though we were not friends but he didn't walk out.

I took my hand to my chest trying to suppress this sudden heartbeat.

"So what's wrong!" He walked up to me, not being the rude, mean guy I just met.

He got closer to me and his eyes looked straight at mine.

He was taller than me and deep down, I sensed he was a fine man.

The atmosphere became so cold; like goosebumps going through my body.

What is this feeling? I have never had someone stay.

I am like a time bomb waiting to explode. It is just a matter of time for him to know.

Though he feels different, like some kind of assurance.

"I am fine." I walked back to my seat. It was already getting too akward.

He just stood there, looking at me and then, he left.

I know he didn't believe me but didn't want to push further.

Wait! Am I blushing?