To My Shattered Soul

Peter noticed my dark circles and felt ashamed as he saw how bad he messed up, he saw how dull my skin turned how bad my hair appeared and I think that was my mental state.

Because I didn’t comb my hair, I didn’t wash my face, I didn’t sleep, but I never appeared the way I did now, he noticed how his behavior affected my mental health, and he kept apologizing that night and his eyes proved he meant it.

We talked for hours mostly about how sorry he was even though I kept telling him that I forgave him, so it went in circles, I am sorry, I forgive you, Silence and repeat until I sang a lullaby to help him sleep.

When he slept I started hearing voices again and what I heard this time was quite confusing

“You have to wake up! You will lose everything if you don’t! You don’t have any idea what is going on here!” It was Daddy and he seemed both worried and sad by the expressions in his voice.

I want to know what is happening, and why he said what he said. I wanted to yell and ask what happened but before I could my eyes fell on Peter who was sleeping peacefully.

I know how he spent all those restless nights, and besides, I don’t think my voice could reach him.

In the morning when Peter woke up, for a couple of minutes, he kept rubbing his eyes, but when he really woke up, I mean mentally... he directly looked at me to make sure I was still there.

I waved at him with a big greeting smile on my face.

In the afternoon I decided to tell him what I just found out, he was busy wiping the floor when I cleared my throat and I was quick to catch his attention.

“I…” I hesitated at first because I wasn’t sure about what I thought but I continued anyway “I think I am badly injured in real life!”

He started looking at me as if he could make sense already but still, he wanted to know why I felt this way “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked placing the broomstick and the dustpan by the wall.

“Yes,” I said and sat down on the ground as he sat on the ground too, closer to the glass.

“I heard my mom talking to me many times, she keep saying ‘Come back to me’ and last night I heard Daddy talking to me ‘You have to wake up’ This is what he said, and he seemed worried,” I told him most of what I heard.

“You said your mother was crying but she stopped when your father walked in, Why is that?”

“My Mom and Dad, don’t really have very good terms” I responded.

“So why are they together?” He was staring at me with his big gray eyes.

“To keep their reputation intact obviously!” I rolled up my eyes “No one wants to open the television and watch their royal images ruined” I smirked.

“Royal? What are you a saint or something?” He scratched his head.

“Open up Google on your laptop or your phone and search ‘Daisy Carter’” When I said it he quickly grabbed his phone and started typing my name

“Holy…” His mouth was open wider “Wait… You are not just badly injured” He looked at me as his voice went depressed.

“Daisy Carter the daughter of the billionaire businessman Mr. Luis Carter has been in a coma for the last 4 months after having a terrible accident, doctors say her condition is getting worse if it sticks to this they will have to remove her life support!” He read to me the entire news, I was scared now.

I was watching him walk from left to right for almost an hour he seemed worried, he was blaming himself for my condition “This is all on me! I am the one who made your condition worse” He finally said it.

“It is not your fault”

“Don’t try to make me feel better about what I did to you” He was literally scolding me.

“Listen! You can’t snatch away my credit for overthinking to death” I laughed.

“I’ve never been so ashamed of myself” He sat on the bed hiding his face behind his hands.

“Umm… Do you want me to die early?” as I asked he looked at me as if I told him the Doomsday was yesterday.

“No one is dying you hear me?” He said and decided not to talk about that condition of mine anymore.

But he promised me one thing “I’d make the rest of your days beautiful” and I decided to hold onto that, if my death was near I’d be glad to spend my last days with a friend like him.

He couldn’t take care of me in the ways people usually do, he couldn’t take me out for a long drive, or for a trip to another country, or to get me my favorite lunch maybe… but wait… do I even have any favorite lunch?

I used to eat the sandwich my aunt Nancy use to make for me? No silly Daisy… It wasn’t your favorite when you eat something because you have nothing else to eat doesn’t make it your favorite! Hmm... Let’s talk about it some other time… so as I was saying he decided to spend more time with me.

I knew I was going to die any time, sooner or later, but at least this time I was sure he wouldn’t let me go through this alone. It was the first time I felt so satisfied in my entire life, with Jordan what I had was mostly formal, going on expensive dates, trying famous hotels but now when I compare it with my current situation? Nothing really felt so realistic before. I understand why he thought I was a hallucination, and I don’t have any complaints anymore. I was just glad that I got him back, exactly like the way I had him before, but it was time for us to open up to each other, and ‘for real!’ this time.