Devouring love

Devouring love

By Serafina Daniel

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Lost in time.

Lost in her life.

Lost in her decisions.

But not lost in her feelings.

Melody Watts has been in coma for two years. No one knows what happened and how it happened. She was just found on the ground without consciousness.

For two years doctors has been doing their best to wake Melody up.

For two years Merdian, her beloved, has been pleading her to open her eyes.

For two years Melody has been waiting for a miracle.

For two years the devil has been waiting for his payment.

Melody

I was lying on the bed, but I couldn't see how huge it was, what kind of color sheets were. I couldn’t feel how soft my sheets were, because my body was... unfeeling. Paralytic. Dead.

I couldn't move even a muscle, but I could hear everything. For all two years I was listening what was happening around me. Here, I knew that there were many computers and equipment in the room. They were all working, showing to people that I was still alive, still living and waiting for a miracle.

A miracle? No, I was not waiting for it, because I wouldn't even be here then. I put myself in comma. It wasn't because of an accident. No. I caused pain to myself, to sleep forever without having a possibility to touch, to see...to live. It was hard decision to make. After all, I was only seventeen years old girl who dreamt about a prince in shining armor.

I wanted to have everything from my life. So, why had I put myself in this misery? Why did I give up everything and turn away from life?

Because I hadn't been prepared yet. My future husband... I didn't know if I really wanted that life which was planned for me. I perfectly realized that if I accept him, his family, me and my sister would be safe and have everything what we wanted. But still, I wasn't sure if I really should do what I had to do. I wanted more time, and I didn't have it. So, I drank a really powerful liquid from a devil. I knew that one day he would come and ask me something in return. I shouldn't have said yes, but I wanted so much to understand what I should do that I didn't actually think about the consequences which my decision could have. He offered me time and I took it without asking how much time he would give me and how he would do that.

Sometimes I found myself wishing to open my eyes and see the sky, the sun, the stars again. The most powerful urge came when I hear my little sister's voice, pleading for me to come back to her and be a family again. I wanted to fulfill her request, but I couldn't, and I didn't know when I could.

My little sister. When I left her, she was only four years old. Now she should be bigger, smarter... Now she should be six years old. I missed her a lot. Without me, she didn't have anyone else. But while I was in this condition, I wasn't really something to her. In other words, she was alone there, depending on my fiancé’s mercy.

I hoped he took good care of her.

I heard a door opening widely and a man walked inside. He closed, of course, the door behind him. From his step I could easily guest who was with me in the same room. My lovely fiance Merdian. I could almost see him how he looked two years ago; tall, with great body, with dark hair and so with vivid green eyes which sometimes made me feel jealousy inside. Every girl wanted that those green eyes could be hers. Even I was in that list, but when finally I could have them...I ran away.

Merdian came closer to my bed. I imaged him putting his soft fingers on my hand, then touching my face. I wanted to feel his touch for some reason, but I wasn't able to tell him that. I could only hear him breathing and then his sweet voice,” Come back to me, my love,” and then I heard how his body moved to get his lips closer to mine. He kissed me, but I couldn't feel his kiss, his warm, although I was starving for it.

Please, go away, I begged in my mind. But did I really want him to leave me alone? I was always alone here. I wanted to hear voices, be with humans or... angels. I didn't care with whom while I was with someone.

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered to me. ”You know, at this day you would have been my wife,” his voice was sad and I knew that I was the person to blame for that.

Yea, I would be his wife and maybe I would have a little baby. How old should I be now? Nineteen. I really was too young to start a family. But to angels there were another rules. Especially when it came to a wedding which was planned many years ago. I was Merdian's from the birth and only he had the right to say no in this arranged marriage. But for my luck, he didn't do that. He took my hand from the first day we met, really met, and had never let it go. Even now, when doctors were telling him and his family every day that I would never wake up and they hopes were pointless, he still believed that I would come back to him.

“Do you remember how much you loved your little teddy bear?” he asked me and gave me some minutes to answer or show some kind of sign that I heard him, that I was fine and soon could award him with my kisses, touches and soft voice. But no, I didn't move or say anything. I just lay here, in front of him in the darkness. I was dead to the living world.

I was imaging his sad face when he finally realized that I won't give him so much wanted sign. So, he decided to say something more.

“I found it with your old stuff,” he extended his hand and put something next to my face, but I couldn't feel if it really was my toy. I could only imagine that it was my teddy bear. ”I hoped it will...” he didn't end his sentence and I didn't need him to do that. I perfectly knew what he could tell further.

“Please, come back to me, my love,” he said after some minutes. His voice, like every time when he pleaded me to open my eyes, trembled. I was giving so much pain to him. I was a terrible person, but at that moment I thought I was doing a right thing. I needed time.

I don't promise, I said in my mind.

And then I heard him leaving my room, letting me be alone in that darkness and silence.

The saddest moment was when I was left alone, knowing that I caused them pain, that I was selfish. Why couldn't I just marry Median? He loved me, I loved him, too. We would be happy. I would have everything what my heart could ever want. But no. Instead of living, I chose to sleep forever.

At least I could have written a note, a letter for him, telling why I did this. But I just didn't think I would close my eyes and never open them again. That devil tricked me.

I would cry if I could, but tears won't do much. If I wanted to heal hearts of people I loved, I needed to wake up. To WAKE UP!

To wake up...

Caspar

To wake up...

I searched with my hand for the clock. I needed to kill that alarm clock. I hated that annoying sound. Why didn't I just put my favorite tone to be my alarm? Right. I was always forgetting to do that. Every day I just fell down to my bed exhausted. I wouldn't ever have a thought that being a doctor could be such a hard job, but at least I got good money and I could support my younger brother and my sick mother. Without me they would be in the streets, pleading for coins that they could buy something to eat.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was two minutes past seven in the morning. I had one hour to get to my job, where a new pill of files would be put on my table. I couldn't say that I didn't have enough work before Mrs. Mathew death, but now, all her work was given to me. I would have more job I could actually do.

I closed my eyes, put my face on the pillow and screamed at it. I was only twenty four years old man. I wanted to have some time for myself, for a girl. After all, because of my responsibilities to keep my family save, satisfied, I had to sacrifice my free time and cram about one or another drug for all ten years. I didn't have even one hour to spend with girls. Yea, a man who was a still virgin, who had never touched a girl and known how her lips tasted.

I was a looser.

My brother, who was only eighteen, had more experience with girls than I did. Knowing that, I felt even a bigger looser. At least I hoped that when I would have a job at rich people hospital, I would have more free time. After all, how often did rich people get sick? And plus, they pay huge money for their treatment. So, I should have two or three people in a week to have enough money for me and my family living.

But no. I had more patients that I could really managed to heal.

I took a deep breath and stood up. I knew that I have to leave my bed as soon as possible because in other way I would be late.

I took a quick shower, ate some cereal and left my two flat, which I pursued not long time ago from my first huge salary. At least my studies paid off. I had a flat and food.

I caught a bus and after twenty minutes I was standing in front of a door which had my name on it. That room belonged to Mrs. Mathew, but now it would be mine with all files in it. I didn't really know who were her patients. Also, I didn't talk with her often. There were only few occasions when I needed her advice about how to work in this hospital. She wasn't a very nice person, although she tried to pretend to be one.

“Hi, Caspar,” I heard a woman's voice. I turned around and my eyes saw Chelsea, standing in front of me with a tiny smile on her face. She was young and she worked here as a nurse. She had red hair, which was now braided. Her eyes were small and dark, nose long, but not very long. Lips were in the middle. She was wearing a white nurse uniform which only sharpened her slim figure.

“Hello, Chelsea,” I said a little too formal.

She wasn't confused, although I noticed that something in her eyes changed.

She was the sweetest person here to me for all those two months while I had been working here. I really liked her, but not like I should jump with her into bed. But I couldn't deny that maybe one day that could happen.

“So, you have another cabinet,” she read my name on the door. ”Good for you. You deserved that.”

Yea, I though. I really deserved not to have my leisure time.

“Thanks,” I said and walked inside to my new room. It was bigger than my old one, but this one wasn't so warm. For some reason I felt coldness spreading from its walls.

I took a seat in front of a huge mountain of papers. I took the first file and started reading it. It was about an old, rich woman who thought that had a tumor in her head, although all researches said that her head was free-tumor. She would come to see me next day. Hurray!

I put that file away and took another one. It was about a man who thought that his heart worked not as it should. So, some researches would be done tomorrow.

I read two more files when I decided to stop and get myself some coffee or at least a strong tee, because otherwise I would fall asleep. I really didn't want that.

So, when I came back to my cabinet, I found two men sitting in the chairs and waiting for me. At first I didn't understand what they were doing here and I was about to ask them to leave, when I bit my tongue. I had to remember myself that these people had money which I needle badly. So, I had to be polite with them and do whatever I needed to make them happy.

I sat in front of them and introduced myself, because those two men were new to me. One of them was old, with gray hair and a sharp face which wasn't very nice to look at. Another one was younger. Maybe somewhere around my age. He had dark hair and very sad eyes. I had never seen a person with such kind of sad eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Offman. I am Mr. Patrick Spring and there is my son Merdian Spring. We want to present our condolences to you. Mrs. Mathew was a really nice person.”

The Spring family, I said in my thoughts. I had heard about them. This family was very, very rich and had many influences in the world. If you become their friend, every doors for you were open then. I didn't have a clue that they were signed to Mrs. Mathew. And now... they were my patients?