Distract me
Chapter 27 Autumn Leaves
Harry’s point of view
The days seemed like hours, and hours seemed like seconds. Time flew uncontrollably fast.
It was nearly two weeks since she had been diagnosed for being in a coma.
Everything lost its significance, and my life became lonely and empty. Luckily, the men who had been chasing after her, were caught and charged for attempting a murder. Now, they were in prison waiting for the last trial, where the judge would claim his final decision about their punishment.
I made sure they would get the full time, punishment, since I hired the best lawyers and ensured that they would take care of the rest. But that wouldn’t bring her back, the harm they did to me and also her, no one, and nothing could repair.
What I also attempted to find out was the main reason of the drama, the reason why they wanted to kill her. It was pretty tough though, but somehow with a lot of effort, I got the information I’d been seeking for.
On the trail, one week ago, the suspects, Alan and Leo precisely, openly confessed their attempt on my girlfriend, and said the reason for doing the same.
“It was her time, the God sent us a message that she should join him up there, so we obeyed the order.”
And later that day, both of them were diagnosed with a mental disorder. The house they used to live was full of her pictures, all equipment needed for stalking people and stuff.
I was beyond baffled and astonished, I thought I would pass out in the court, I was aware of situations similar to that one and aware of the publicity we were put on, but never would I say that that was going to happen to me.
Media and all public sites were overloaded with all kinds of rumours, intrigues and stuff that went with it. So disturbing and disgusting.
The usual thing as always, I got used to it, it hurt me, but what I should do, to go out and fight with everyone, to argue with people who wouldn’t understand and listen to me carefully, who would judge me before I even start to speak. No, I didn’t like that option, and that was the reason why I never wanted to defend such unimportant states of mine.
I was a nice person, I never wanted to hurt anyone, but everyone was hurting me. Some of them might’ve realized, but some might’ve not.
One thing I’d never, ever forgive myself was when the first assault had happened, I should’ve reacted straight away and take the situation under control, so this could never occur.
However, wishing for something that should’ve and might’ve been done was pointless, not helping at all.
And now, while thinking and making some kind of order in my head, I was next to her, observing her beautiful lines on her pale face, praying that God would bring her back to me.
The meeting with the doctor was due today, but I was every day in hospital, hoping that she would wake up any minute, and I wanted to be there with her.
Since the tour for this year had finished, the lads had to go back to England because of the bunch of occupying with new album and lots of other things. But I decided to stay as long as I could and give it a shot, before I finally return with her to London.
When I rewound my memory now, Zayn’d seemed so broken and sad, he became so reticent and he wasn’t acting the same anymore. That started so many doubts in my buzzing head, and I was scared of finding out the possible truth. I remembered when I had been suspicious one time, when she lost our baby, but his sorrow and concern for her condition appeared to be quite frequent and odd. His calls had been strange, he would dial me at some bizarre time, asking if she woke up. I wished it could’ve stopped, not his calls, but everything, I couldn’t cope with my situation, my thoughts were destroying me.
Someone knocked on the door, and thankfully jerked me back to reality, which were undesirable for anyone to live in.
-Harry, you’ve arrived earlier.
The doctor opened the door and walked in. I smiled forcefully, my head on the edge of exploding, and I shook his hand to greet him.
-Yeah.
I sighed, going to the place where I’d been standing in the first place.
Our meeting, actually had been arranged so he could tell me the definite result, whether there was a chance for her to wake up or not.
My hands cupped my face, I was nervous and scared, not ready to hear bad news that would shatter my heart on million pieces. I sighed again, deeply, removing the strayed hair with my hands.
-After two weeks, now we can definitely say with a certain, anything about her further condition.
The doctor emphasised while glimpsing at me, then he darted his glance at the note he was holding in his hands. He intensively cleaned his throat, and was about to continue with his speech.
-The situation is; her condition won’t get any better soon. Don’t frown, young boy, let me finish. So, she’s in really bad state, even though, she’s in a semi-induced coma, which is good, she’s still in the coma, which is bad. The possibility for her to wake up, we gave our best to come up with the most convenient conclusion, is 50:50. The worst one! Only 4 people out of 10 wake up while having 50:50 chances. My sincere advice for you is to help and release her soul, so she can be peaceful, but only if she doesn’t give any signals anytime soon. I can say that you truly love her, and I’m sorry that you have to get through this, but we can’t control our lives. I wish you all the best, and I hope that everything will be fine one day soon, I did everything that was in my power, but God will decide how it is going to be. You can transfer her back home to London, and with this list, that you will give to doctors, they will know everything about her previous operations and medical condition.
I stretched my shaking hand and took the note that the Dr. handed me. My heart was abnormally pounding in my chest and a cold sweat flared my jolted body. A huge lump was stuck in my throat and I didn’t dare to speak, I wanted to be alone with her.
My watery eyes spilled the ocean down my burning cheeks, flooding my torn heart and soul.
I couldn’t look at the Dr. so I just stared at the note and nodded noticeably. The Dr. patted my shoulder slightly and left the room, silently closing the door behind.
The days seemed like hours, and hours seemed like seconds. Time flew uncontrollably fast.
It was nearly two weeks since she had been diagnosed for being in a coma.
Everything lost its significance, and my life became lonely and empty. Luckily, the men who had been chasing after her, were caught and charged for attempting a murder. Now, they were in prison waiting for the last trial, where the judge would claim his final decision about their punishment.
I made sure they would get the full time, punishment, since I hired the best lawyers and ensured that they would take care of the rest. But that wouldn’t bring her back, the harm they did to me and also her, no one, and nothing could repair.
What I also attempted to find out was the main reason of the drama, the reason why they wanted to kill her. It was pretty tough though, but somehow with a lot of effort, I got the information I’d been seeking for.
On the trail, one week ago, the suspects, Alan and Leo precisely, openly confessed their attempt on my girlfriend, and said the reason for doing the same.
“It was her time, the God sent us a message that she should join him up there, so we obeyed the order.”
And later that day, both of them were diagnosed with a mental disorder. The house they used to live was full of her pictures, all equipment needed for stalking people and stuff.
I was beyond baffled and astonished, I thought I would pass out in the court, I was aware of situations similar to that one and aware of the publicity we were put on, but never would I say that that was going to happen to me.
Media and all public sites were overloaded with all kinds of rumours, intrigues and stuff that went with it. So disturbing and disgusting.
The usual thing as always, I got used to it, it hurt me, but what I should do, to go out and fight with everyone, to argue with people who wouldn’t understand and listen to me carefully, who would judge me before I even start to speak. No, I didn’t like that option, and that was the reason why I never wanted to defend such unimportant states of mine.
I was a nice person, I never wanted to hurt anyone, but everyone was hurting me. Some of them might’ve realized, but some might’ve not.
One thing I’d never, ever forgive myself was when the first assault had happened, I should’ve reacted straight away and take the situation under control, so this could never occur.
However, wishing for something that should’ve and might’ve been done was pointless, not helping at all.
And now, while thinking and making some kind of order in my head, I was next to her, observing her beautiful lines on her pale face, praying that God would bring her back to me.
The meeting with the doctor was due today, but I was every day in hospital, hoping that she would wake up any minute, and I wanted to be there with her.
Since the tour for this year had finished, the lads had to go back to England because of the bunch of occupying with new album and lots of other things. But I decided to stay as long as I could and give it a shot, before I finally return with her to London.
When I rewound my memory now, Zayn’d seemed so broken and sad, he became so reticent and he wasn’t acting the same anymore. That started so many doubts in my buzzing head, and I was scared of finding out the possible truth. I remembered when I had been suspicious one time, when she lost our baby, but his sorrow and concern for her condition appeared to be quite frequent and odd. His calls had been strange, he would dial me at some bizarre time, asking if she woke up. I wished it could’ve stopped, not his calls, but everything, I couldn’t cope with my situation, my thoughts were destroying me.
Someone knocked on the door, and thankfully jerked me back to reality, which were undesirable for anyone to live in.
-Harry, you’ve arrived earlier.
The doctor opened the door and walked in. I smiled forcefully, my head on the edge of exploding, and I shook his hand to greet him.
-Yeah.
I sighed, going to the place where I’d been standing in the first place.
Our meeting, actually had been arranged so he could tell me the definite result, whether there was a chance for her to wake up or not.
My hands cupped my face, I was nervous and scared, not ready to hear bad news that would shatter my heart on million pieces. I sighed again, deeply, removing the strayed hair with my hands.
-After two weeks, now we can definitely say with a certain, anything about her further condition.
The doctor emphasised while glimpsing at me, then he darted his glance at the note he was holding in his hands. He intensively cleaned his throat, and was about to continue with his speech.
-The situation is; her condition won’t get any better soon. Don’t frown, young boy, let me finish. So, she’s in really bad state, even though, she’s in a semi-induced coma, which is good, she’s still in the coma, which is bad. The possibility for her to wake up, we gave our best to come up with the most convenient conclusion, is 50:50. The worst one! Only 4 people out of 10 wake up while having 50:50 chances. My sincere advice for you is to help and release her soul, so she can be peaceful, but only if she doesn’t give any signals anytime soon. I can say that you truly love her, and I’m sorry that you have to get through this, but we can’t control our lives. I wish you all the best, and I hope that everything will be fine one day soon, I did everything that was in my power, but God will decide how it is going to be. You can transfer her back home to London, and with this list, that you will give to doctors, they will know everything about her previous operations and medical condition.
I stretched my shaking hand and took the note that the Dr. handed me. My heart was abnormally pounding in my chest and a cold sweat flared my jolted body. A huge lump was stuck in my throat and I didn’t dare to speak, I wanted to be alone with her.
My watery eyes spilled the ocean down my burning cheeks, flooding my torn heart and soul.
I couldn’t look at the Dr. so I just stared at the note and nodded noticeably. The Dr. patted my shoulder slightly and left the room, silently closing the door behind.
Notes
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