storytold

And I returned to feel this freezing cold, the anestecia that was concealing what had happened few moments it had ended. I tried to get up, but my legs were not answering and the sharp pain began to feel again through my whole body. You are not good enough for me, I am sorry. These words were repeating themselves in my mind as a blast wind
that did not have end. Get up, I ordered myself; but it seemed that my extremities did not want to do any case to what was dictating my mind. And everything started again. I felt as the fog again was darkening the whole room, flooding it with a white almost ghostly color. I was feeling as my heart was starting to go out of my chest but nevertheless I was trying with all my forces to calm down.

- I am sorry, but it is the best
- How can it be the best if we are not together?
- For you cannot be the best thing, but for my I believe that it is
- I do not understan… Before you were so sure...
- But I realized that the best is that we separate

I tried to prevent the tears ,that so well I had guarded in moments of total desperation while he was saying to myself that we had to separate… Forever, began to roll over my cheeks.

- How can it have changed so quickly everything?
- The things were given this way by something, we are not destined
- Where did the promises stayed?
- They went away, which is going to happen with me now
- Do not leave, please!
- You are not good enough for me, I’m sorry.

And again the room felt clear and the tears were appearing moreover fiercely of my eyes, the last words continued appearing in my mind, but little by little the pain was winning it. I twisted myself not to think about all the moments that we lived, only a few days ago behind. When everything was fine, I thought. An electrical current did that I trembled even in the deepest of my being. You have to overcome it, I said to myself; but how was I going to overcome it? it was the best thing that had happened to me during the latter months. I passed my hand where I was finding the agony that was afflicting me, and this way I could recognize a red scarlet color on having taken the hand to me in front of my eyes and did not remin anything any more.

I opened my eyes, where am I? The place me was not familiar at all,I could see that the walls were white ecclesiastic and on having raised the head I felt a strong twinge of pain followed by a shake that crossed the whole body.

- Doctor, can you say to me what happened to her?

I recognized James's voice in the distance, but at the same time, too much near me. He seemed to be really worried by my condition.

- It seems that the patient suffered a strong blow in the head - He explain to him. It seemed that the doctor was experienced to explain the symptoms of the patients in slightly critical condition but without showing to James's faces that it was like that.
- What does she has?
- She lost great blood, but she was very lucky since they brought it very rapidly - I could deduce for the tone of voice of the doctor, who was trying to abate to James's faces that apparently it was a bit more altered of what really was justifying in situations as this one.

Now the scarlet color was understanding with which my hands were bathed previously, but, how much time passed from that episode? I did not know with accuracy, probably a few hours or a couple of weeks. I did not know it, but I wanted to verify it. I tried that my vision was improving, but I did not achieve it; already to the third attempt I was for desisting when I managed to see James that he was contemplating me with a face of worry on the side of my bed.

- Do not worry, it is not necessary that you get up

I did an attempt for speaking, but I did not manage to have the sufficient force. James realized that it was irritating me and threw a guffaw that was denoting relief.

- Jajaja, seriously, is not necessary, you need rest. You have a strong blow in the head

He was right, within a few seconds of that he has reaffirmed what the doctor had said, I felt a spasm of pain that returned to cross my body from the head up to the tops of my feet. I did a sharp movement, which for consequence one of the pipes that were passing medicines to me fell to the floor and bits were done.

- I’m sorry- I managed to say, with a voice that I did not recognize as mine
- Do not worry Amy, seriously, you must rest
- So fatal do I look? - Yet I could not believe that it was I the one that was speaking
- And … you look very pale, and your eyes do not have the spark of always - answered an ashamed James to me
- How much does that I am in these… let's say – I wanted to make him laugh again - painful circumstances?
- Jajaja - His laugh was denoting that he was grateful of that I have done such a commentary to him-. You’re here since a couple of days, but you were deeply slept - His eyes met in a few seconds with mines but then he directed them the monitor that was dictating how my heart was - I did not go away up to not knowing of that you were well.

The latest confession seemed to have caused something on him, since his face was showing clear indications of that he was shamed, due to a few slight rosy spots that appeared in his beautiful cheekbones. I don’t know how, but my hand had the sufficient force as to support his hand on to give him to understand that he did not have why to worry. It seemed to relieve him moreover, and a brilliant smile did appearance in his face. He called the nurse in order that they re-put the remedy that stubbornly had broken in my attempt of smoothing the pain, and remained to my side until I returned to submerge again in dreams.

Where am I? Those words were making for themselves way along my mind. I was lost among of what was looking like a labyrinth of rubbles and dry herbs. The walls were enormous; they seemd to looking like a byline of the 17th century due to the design that I scarcely could recognize as it consumed and the tenuous light that was coming from some side on me. On having raised the head, and looked up, I could verify that this luminosity was coming from a full moon that scarcely it was possible to see due to the branches of the high oaks that were finding throughout, imprisoning the ruins. What do I do here? I wondered for my internal jurisdiction. I started walking, trying not to stumble over the shabby roots that were making way for themselves in the soils.

After travelling, what for they me seemed hours, I returned to were I found myself first. I felt stupid, a sensation that I felt before; a not very pretty sensation. I returned to walk, now entering more and more to a dark place of the labyrinth, since to the luminosity that was coming from the moon was impossible to enter this minuscule tunnel. Suddenly, everything we completely dark.

- Amy.

I felt that someone was calling me, a voice filled of desperation that was trying to make way for for among the blackness that was wrapping me; but though I could not decipher from where it was coming

- Amy. Please Amy, answer.

The voice began to call me with more and more insistence, and it was denoting a high tone of desperation; although that I wanted to answer, the words were not managing to go out of my mouth, my lips seemed sealed. I felt as an invisible hand was shaking my body. I was trying to see from where it was sticking. I felt how the hands, on a sharp form, was moving me yet with more insistence than before.

- Come on Amy, wake up, please!.

Suddenly I could see a very white light, which while the time was passing by I was able to regcognize it better, but I was continuing without knowing where I was. After a few minutes, which to me turned out to be endless, I could visualize the face of, to me for his face of consternation, the doctor who had spoken before with James when when I woke up for the first time.








Heeey this is a LITTLE part of a new "story" that I'm starting to write
hope you like it (: