THE UNVEILING

Chapter 10

As May said in my dream I woke up with a broken head in the same hospital with her parents and my mum. I guess the neighbors are tired of my broken head issues.

I recalled May’s message about the name on my room and the truth from my. Don’t mind me I know I am crazy. This could all be a dream or not. But dreams are special inversions of our reality and mostly what we couldn’t live in our lives. So I am crazy but I still have to find out whatever it is she wants me to.

I opened my eyes and for a moment it was all white until I could hear voices and could start to make out the ceiling and faces of people.

“You are awake!” My mum said. I could sense the relief in her voice. She must have cried a lot. Her heightened breathing slowly calmed and her exhales were longer and calmer and slower. “Thank goodness”

“What happened?” I asked. I had to know what happened to me this time. “How long have I been asleep?”

“You fell off the stairs again and for four days you have been asleep. Amy just left. She had not left your side since that night; and you have a lot to explain to me as to why she was in your room by that time. I remember telling you it should be just three hours of study and not a sleepover or sleepovers” She said forcing a smile on her tired face. She looked sleep deprived. I could bet she hadn’t slept since I got here.

“Busted” I muttered fighting the urge to cough which I lost though. Amy came inside just after I coughed. Maybe I coughed her into the room. I remembered what May told me about cheating and girls around me getting hurt. Well there was only one way to find out even though it might be putting Amy at risk. I had to test or try to see if it was just a dream despite the fact that I woke up in the hospital as she said only it’s been four days and my head hurt like hell

“Hey there! How are you feeling sleepy head? You had the longest sleep I had ever seen anyone have before” Amy teased.

“I am sure not good but I am awake so…” I did know what more to say.

“Please get well soon. I was worried” She said.

“Okay, but beware I am not a demigod that heals faster and by their instincts” I said

“I’m going to get sweets. Want some?” She asked.

“Yep” I answered looking mum’s way and awaiting approval for sweets

“Okay. You can have sweets but a little” She said rolling her eyes to the left

The doctor came in to check on me so everyone walked out including May’s who just sat on the chair 6 o’clock to my bed without saying a word apart from silly gestures every time I looked their way.

He replaced the syringe in my hand, scanned my head, asked some questions and gave me stinging injections and then left me there in pains. was the first to walk in to the room and I thought it my chance for the interrogation as asked by May.

“You look better already” mum said as she walked towards me and sat on the bed. She caressed my face with the back of her hand. “I love you Liam!”

“I love you too mum!” I told her. I raised my head up. It hurt a bit but I needed to sit down so I can talk to mum. I pulled myself up as careful as I could to avoid disconnecting the syringe in my hand. I need it to get better I always tell myself to convince me from taking it out. I hate hospital needles. “! What is happening to me?” I asked. She moved back a little and looked at the ceiling and then at me. I know that move; we do it in the exam hall when our brains fail us and there is nothing to remember then we look at the ceiling and then at our answer booklet if it’s paper and pen or at the computer screen if it’s an E-test; I totally get and I am not saying that I am a dummy because I am a straight A student.

“!” I put my hand on her shoulder trying to ease the stress and tension I can already sense in her. “I am not mad at you and won’t be though matter what you tell me; but we can’t go anywhere or stop what is happening to me if you keep protecting me from it by hiding things from me. I deserve to know why I have had three head wounds the same way always at night and spending days before I wake up and having these weird dreams afterward. Mum! You have to say something and the full truth this time”

“Okay son. I was trying to protect you. You would’ve freaked out if I told you earlier than I want to now not by choice though” She said forcing a smile on her face. I love it when mum tries to be strong for me but I am a man now and a learned one to know that something is wrong with me. I have been getting these nightmares for a long time now and only nightmares no sweet night dreams. That is not normal and I deserve to know what is going on with me. “I don’t even know how to start telling you that you have being muttering and saying things before you fall every time from the stairs and at night” She added.

“You told me I was sleep walking every time I fell down and hurt my head” I said, laughed the awkward atmosphere in the room. It was feeling hotter than usual even with the air conditioner turned on. “So that one is out” I added.

“The first time you fell…um…You had this angry tone and were screaming “I won’t let you belong to someone else. You are mine” Something of these sorts; you were really angry and mad but then your voice turned into a female’s and then May’s” Mum said.

This was hard and bad news to process. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked confused.

“I couldn’t tell you. I was still processing it and your uncle advice me not to tell. We didn’t know what to make of it” She said with teary eyes. “I was scared and I didn’t want you to be too.

“I was screaming angrily and then my voice turned into May’s” I said to myself. It was supposed to be a thought in my head but it came out. I thought out loud and heard it together with Amy as she walked into the room just before Mum told me what happened. I guess May heard it too because we knew she was in the room when she sunk into the chair and it made a sound as if someone fell into it. I and mum turned to Amy and the look on her face answered the question on our mind. She was terrified and confused. Her wrinkled forehead and pink face said it all apart from her shaking hands.

“Amy!” Mum beckoned for her to come closer and she came to sit with us on the bed. “I couldn’t tell anyone amongst you two because I was afraid you would freak out and do something stupid make everything worst than it already is. I know teenagers; that exuberance, that fighting and curious spirit. I had it too with your father. We wanted to know what….Never mind. All I’m saying is you would’ve wanted to do something to help yourself” She turned to me and stroked the side of my face down to my jaw and shook it gently left then right. “I might not know the same about you but I do know my son. He would try something crazy”

“Yes! You are right about that for sure. He always does what something crazy; that is why I….” Amy paused facedown, put her hand in her mouth and turned towards me with a busted look on her face and her silly smile. She is so beautiful and silly too cause she just let the cat out of the bag.

“Oh that explains everything then!” Mum said with this amazing once in a life time smile. “You have a lot to tell me after you get out of here”

“Thanks you so much Amy!” I said sarcastically though in a way that made sure I wasn’t mad at Amy at all. “Alright mum! First things first! What did I say the second time?” I asked.

“You are just like your father or even worst. You were still mad and still screaming but something…” Mum paused and looked at me then at Amy and back at me as if asking for my permission to go on with Amy around. I nodded in affirmation. “Something was different about your eyes. I was glowing with whit light and I couldn’t even make out your lens it was all white and shiny; you were yelling and screaming “You said we would be together forever; where are you now? I am all alone and you are here. I will come and get you for myself if you are not coming” Afterwards you started bleeding through your eye and nose and your mouth. Your eyes close and it was like you lost all strength within you so you tripped and fell over the stairs again. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. I was scared. I was there and I let you fall. Please forgive me!”

“It’s okay mum” I said trying as much as possible to hide the fear, the surprise, the confusion and everything building up inside of me. “I’m just…”

“What” Amy and Mum asked at the same time; If not for the stereotypical ‘There’s no love greater than a Mum’s love for her child’ I would say Amy loves me more but that’s crazy but hey, Love is crazy.