I open my eyes and see the white ceiling above me. The smell of disinfectant in every corner, a needle on my left hand and the monitor with those zig-zag lines which no one wants to see straight and realized this is the place where I never wanted to come.
Why am I here? What happened to me? How did I get here?
These questions started to run across my mind. The common questions asked by the people in those cringe movies and shows.
I was never a fan of movies and shows but it is my wish to experience things that they show. I know it is hard to believe that a 29-year old girl who is beautiful and an all rounder has never ever had fun in life that she wanted to had.
My father died when I was 9. He had a heart attack because of overworking. My family was poor from the start and I was intelligent than a normal child of my age. I wanted to study more and was more curious, my curiosity changed my own life.
My mother started to work. She took every kind of work which paid well only to support my dream. At that time I made up my mind to give my mother a life which she always wanted but her one move shattered my oath for her. She married another man only because he was loaded with money and gave me a brother but always kept his needs first.
He loved me though I was his step sister and 10 years older. He always used to say that I am the one who he idolizes and wants to become strong and good in studies like me. I always knew that he doesn't need to do that because even with his flaws he will be loved.
He grew up and is ready to take over his dad's business. He still tells me that if I ever need money then I can come to him because we are siblings.
Though I hated him, he has always loved me and melted this stone heart for him. I support his dream and he supports my dreams but I thought of letting them go. I dreamed to make brand on my father's name so that the world can remember him but just one report has changed my life.
A single piece of paper turned my life upside down.
All my dreams started to shatter when I was informed of being diagnosed by Pancreatic Cancer. I don't know who called for the ambulance and who paid my bills but I do know that no one else should know about it. Especially my mom and My step dad.
"Ma'am, we have called the one who was on your speed dial." The lady wearing white, who had a cap on her head with the logo of the hospital said it to me and changed my IV fluid bottle.
She said 'speed dial'. It means they have called my small brother but I don't want him to know about my situation.
I hope he doesn't open his big mouth in front of his parents.
But why did I asked them about my situation or to tell me what kind of disease I have. I should have just sneaked out of the hospital and find the one who paid my bills and called for the ambulance for me.
The oxygen mask is suffocating me and will leave a mark on my cheek and my jaws hurt. I just want to get out of here!
This place always brings back bad memories and bad NEWS!