season 2 Chapter 10

I was shifted to the general ward….more of a VIP ward after becoming stable…Jules informed me that it was Dr. Emma who donated her blood on the day I was admitted to the hospital….she felt guilty that I almost ended up in coffin trying to save her child. Good news is, Victoria has been sponsoring my treatment….bad news is now I have scar marks on my arms and leg along with bruises and fractures....do I care? No…does it look ugly? Maybe….does it hurt? Like a bitch. The pain made me feel alive….and the plus point was…I didn't have to give exams this time. I received updates from Jules regarding the match day…that day after reaching Stadium, she started feeling anxious regarding the threats….by mistake she overheard a conversation about the accident and ran out of the station just before the match…because the captains from both teams were absent the match got postponed…. Currently police investigation is going on to find the mastermind behind the incident.

For some reason….the hospital staffs and even the owner is really eager to hold me back in the hospital….it's already been more than a month and whenever I asked for discharge they act like I am speaking to the wall….their attitude is weird I thought while watching movie in LCD TV of the VIP room and being fed popcorn by Jules. I don't understand why Jules and Victoria been acting all depressed when it's me who has been forced to stay in the hospital even though most of my plasters have been removed and my body is almost healed…'ITS NOT THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAVE BROKEN SOMETHING, LET ME OUT ALREADY!!!' I thought….but why should I bother, when it doesn't cost me a single buck.

My family doesn't even have the slightest idea that their 'beloved' Anne is currently receiving the Queen treatment laying on hospital bed….after I regained my consciousness…the hospital administration asked for my parents phone number so that they are notified about my current conditions and can take me back for further healing at home….I squeezed out as much tears as I could from my eyes, even put some glycerine that I asked Jules to bring along with her for extra affect and made those perfect puppy expression begging them not to call my parents as 'they would be worried for their lovely child'….Even to the extent of saying that my mother has serious anxiety issues…. Finally Victoria had to interfere and they promised that they won't try contacting my parents regarding the issue. In reality, I was really scared…..I was scared that they won't bother to come and visit me now that I am alive….just like they skipped every parents teachers meeting and whenever they were called to visit school for me….just like they forgot my birthdays even though Angela and I share the same birth date….I felt maybe…maybe they will think it's just an extra burden to take care of me….and I was not prepared for their reaction….anyways it's better this way I have been surrounded by people who actually gives a fuck, I just wish…Maria was here…sometimes I miss her more than I realise.

Me: Jules….Can we go to the rooftop?....I am getting bored of sitting here….(I pout like a child)

What is wrong with me? Recently I have been acting like a small kid in front of these two people…. Victoria is hard to melt but Jules always gives away whenever I behave like this….she finds it 'cute'. I looked in her eyes like a puppy begging her to take me to the roof. Jules sighed helping me out as we climbed the stairs to the rooftop, the night sky was filled with beautiful stars…a cool Breeze blew my hair hitting my face as I shivered slightly, I walked towards the edge of the roof and sat there…. From the high building everything looked tiny down there….the street lights….the road….the moving cars….the tiny ant like people walking around …."Jules….come and sit here….be careful not to fall….." Jules sits beside me, as both of us gazed at the beautiful scenery mesmerized, for a moment we forgot our problems….lost in the present….Yes….you heard it right…lost in the present….never knew living in present could be so gorgeous….sometimes us humans forget to live in the most important time….. being wrapped with past regrets and future worries….have we ever took a pause to enjoy the time we have in our hand?....have we ever bothered to look up at the sky admiring the fluffy clouds or the moving wind or even a simple walk? Maybe….maybe not….who knows…..

Jules took a deep sigh staring at the street with a blank expression there was a hint of sadness in her dark oval shaped eyes….this was the first time that I noticed her beautiful eyes that looked like an endless blackhole ready to swallow up anything that goes near it, the night stars twinkled on her iris, the blinding Street lights, all reflection were prominent….her cheeks was bit rosy…there was tiredness under her eyes…the fair skin looked kind of dull today as if drained of energy….her breasts were much bigger than average adolescent of our age….I felt jealous…. Jealous of those meat balls? I touched my flat chest once and realised that I was truly Jealous…What is wrong with me?….rather what is wrong with my eyesight today? My hormones acted weirdly….."Why am I noticing Jules? Her every movement….her pinkish lips"….I shook my head looking away….my cheeks started burning up and there was ticklish sensation around my body…it's weird….I don't hate it…. Neither do I like it….

Jules pressed her upper lip against her lower lip as her long black hair gets messed up due to the wind….she tucked her hair behind her ear taking a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak then there was a long pause, as if she is going through a lot inside her head and is finding it hard to express….I glanced at her face noticing her changing expressions even though it wasn't much different….

Jules: (she finally mustered up the courage and tried to open up her mind) What's the point of life?....(she asked in a murmuring tone)

Me: One can only understand the point of life on their death bed….(I said half heartedly)

Jules : Means? (She looked at me confused)

Me: It means….(I smiled softly) We understand the true value of our life…. Only when we are about to die….when the time is gone….we regret and realise that the water has already ran out of our hands while we were busy wondering 'what is the meaning of life?'

Jules: Anne….you were right…(she bites her lower lip looking down) my friends…they were never my friends…they were backstabbers who pretended to be close to me just for benefits and left me when I needed them….they are calling me traitors because I didn't show up for the match! (She starts crying) Everyone are isolating me….and they have decided to kick me out of the football team. (She wipes her tears using the sleeve of her jacket as I pat her head slightly)

Me: There…There….(I felt awkward watching someone cry in front of me) don't cry…it wasn't your fault that you trusted people. By the way….I think I am bisexual. (I said nodding to myself)

Jules: How can you be so insensitive…. Saying something like this while am crying!!! (She cries more and blows her nose on her sleeve) How did you know….that you are bi? (She looked at me curious)

Me: (I brought my face near to her face as our lips almost brushed against each other, I felt her warm breath against my face….and her increasing heartbeat…her cheeks getting reddish…as I laughed softly moving away) secret.

Jules: How can you do this to meeeeee anneeeeeeeeee ahhhhhhhhhh (she felt frustrated and folded her arms pouting)

I felt bad for Jules…she ended up trusting wrong people, but I neither showed sympathy nor was I able to show empathy to a person who has been bullying others to reduce her own pain and frustration. But I understand her…not everyone are same, in this world, you can either be bully or bullied, and who wants to get bullied?...but I don't want to be a part of this fucked up system. Someone grabbed us from behind pulling us away from the edge as we looked up, a furious Pikachu….I mean Victoria stood there tapping her feet like a teacher who has caught her students bunking class.

To be continued....