Graveyard

D R I Xᯓᡣ𐭩

THEre's this feeling that one could get or experience of your life flashing right before your eyes at a glance.

I've had it before and now, I think that's what my mom feels in that theatre; minutes after I left Camilla's place I received a call from the hospital informing me that my mom's hospital bills have been paid and I needed to sign a few documents to proceed with the surgery immediately.

Without hesitation, I did the necessary things and now, I'm earnestly waiting since about five hours at the lobby, pacing back and forth in anticipation of good news. I've prayed, hoped and tried to calm down but my nerves are getting the best part of me.

An hour later, I sight Doctor Jefferson walking through the door with a large smile.

"How is she?" I quickly ask.

"She's safe now, congratulations," he grins, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

I let out a huge sigh of relief,my nerves calming down immediately as a huge weight of worry is quickly lifted from my shoulders, "Thank you so much," I beam, shaking his hand.

I extended my gratitude to God and other medical personnels who assisted with my surgery and the family of the donor. Although this must have been a tough choice for them, they seemed to be excited that someone got to live at the expense of their grandfather's heart.

I struggled to hold the tears of joy welling up in my eyes, my heart found it hard to contain the excitement I was feeling when I got to my mom's new ward. Seeing her in stable condition despite her unconscious state was relieving.

I'm swept off my feet by get well soon cards including a basket of flowers at the table next to her bed and the fact that she was at a VIP ward.

"How did those get there?" I asked the nurse who was adjusting her drip.

"Someone sent them in the person of Ms. Camilla Dunwoody, do you know her personally?"

"Yes, she's my err.. boss," I smile.

"Oh, interesting. If you need anything, feel free to call me," the nurse beamed, trailing her fingers on my shoulders.

"Sure," I reply and she stares at me for a while before leaving the hospital.

After spending a few hours with my mom, I took a proper glance of the room,this was probably Camilla's doing. She was pretty fast to have done all of this as soon as our agreement was finalised,money was more powerful than I thought. I decided to sleep on the soft sofa in the room since I've barely had enough sleep since I heard about my mom's condition.

The thought then struck me,my mom just had a heart surgery. How am I going to talk to her about the wedding and our change of housing? The thought was draining but I still forced myself maybe I would think of something on later.

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My eyelids open and I find myself in a vast landscape which I identified as a graveyard amidst the heavy downpour. How did I get here? I decide to find shelter for a brief moment as I strategize ways to exit here when I hear a shrill cry nearby.

My curiosity had the best part of me as I approached the sound from which the sound came from, where I found a little boy about the age of six sprawled across the foot of a gravestone as he cried out his heart vigorously. There are fresh bouquets of chynastemums on the grave, the stone including the printed image of a young woman which was already dripping wet due to the rain.

I proceed to tap the young boy, "Hey, why are you outside?" I ask.

He stands up and wipes his tears amidst violent sons, his emerald green eyes are bloodshot and swollen and he is soaking wet, his face is stained with mud and droplets of water.

"I'm sorry sir, did you know her too?" He inquires with a croaky voice.

"Who?" I query, taking a glance at the gravestone as I read the name written on it, Rebecca Allyson Frost. The name sounds awfully familiar but I don't seem to recall anything.

"She's my mummy," the boy informs me, breaking down again.

My heart splits as I watch him cry out his pain, my eyes welling up as well like I'm related to the woman but something about this death hurts like h×ll, I try to give him words of comfort when another group of boys ran towards the scene with an umbrella in hand.

"Henxie, stop being such a crybaby and leave the rain," the eldest boy amongst them taunts.

Henxie? The name replays in my head like I've heard it somewhere.

"Tobias,let him be at least he could die with her and leave us alone," his companion adds.

It's quite disgusting how kids their age had so many vulgar things to say.

"Just leave me alone!" the boy yelled at them and they laughed consecutively.

"It's not our fault, your precious mummy died incomplete like a worthless chicken, Henxie," Tobias giggled and Henxie furiously charged at him, punching his nose as he lost grip of the umbrella shielding them from the rain.

"You worthless rodent!" The third boy hissed and all quickly descended on Henxie, punching and kicking him on the muddy graveyard floor.

"Stop!" I shouted, making my way to stop their squabble when they suddenly stopped, mischievous grins were plastered across their faces which sent shivers down my spine. As if my vision was suddenly distorted, they started multiplying in various numbers repeatedly calling out, "Henxie" as they slowly walked towards me.

"Stop, stop, please don't,"

"Don't blame them, blame her for leaving you. It's all her fault!" The boy named Henxie squealed and I turned to see the grotesque version of the woman previously interned in that grave looking at me, her chest ripped open with no heart in it.

"I'm sorry, Henxie," she apologised in a croaky whisper as she approached me. Duplicates of the boys were already close to me and they grabbed my legs and body parts engulfing me in a human ball as I let out a loud cry for help.

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I jerked back into reality,my heart thudding on my ribs as I found myself on the floor with two nurses looking at me with confusion printed on their faces. It was all a nightmare, or possibly a 'day-mare' since it was almost noon.

I don't understand anything I just encountered and I am too dumbfounded to speak.

"Are you okay,Mr. Anderson?" a nurse questioned.

"Yes, I am. Is there a problem?" I ask them, caressing the space between my brows as I relax my back on the sofa with a deep sigh of relief.

"We heard you screaming," one of the nurses explained.

"Oh,"

"And —"

"Drix," a familiar voice calls and I look up to see my mom, giving me a weak smile.