Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

An Accident

Chapter 2

~ ~ Dylan ~ ~

I walked out of company, my heart is completely shattered. I didn't know what to feel or how to feel. My throat constricted in pain, I swallowed back the tears that threatened to spill. 

Who gets a break up that effing way??

I ignore the stares I was receiving from people, I probably look crazy, wearing a hand of my back pack, the first four buttons of my shirt open and my usual smooth hair now rough..

I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in a street mirror, I looked so much like a mess, more like an homeless boy.

 All I want to do is slid down a wall and cry my heart out.

I had so much plans for us, I thought about our future together. She was the reason I wanted to be a better person, be able to meet up to her expectations.

A small sob escaped my throat, it sounded so foreign to me I had to glance back to see if anyone was near me.

 I was just by myself on a lonely road.

The other side of the road seemed busier than the part I'm walking on.

I thought about crossing to the other side, perhaps, noises from people going about their daily activities could help me out of the depression I am falling in to.

  My legs moved first before my brain agreed.

 I continued walking, deep sighs escaping my lips continuously.

I shake my head vigorously, hoping this was some kind of dreams even though reality was glaring right at me.

I close my eyes for a second to calm my shaking nerves, the next second, I hear people scream, tires screeching to a halt and it felt like I was flying.

 I snap my eyes open, trying to make sense of the situation.

I am falling, everything around me is spinning and the ground seemed to be coming at me fast.

 I landed on the floor on my back, only then did I realize what just happened. An accident, with me as the victim.

 I felt my head wet instantly, people gathered around, peering at me, their voice sounded muffled and there was an annoying ringing in my ears that wouldn't stop.

  "Someone call 911!! We need to take him to the hospital!" Someone yelled and somehow I heard the person clearly.

  "This is it!" I told myself, "I guess I've come to the end of my life with no one but myself and heavens to blame for my misfortune."

The last thing I heard was siren wails of an ambulance. 

  "Lauren." I whisper, finally giving in and embracing the darkness calling on to me.

~

My eyes fluttered open and a bright light welcomed me, sipping through my heavy eyelids, the strong stench of antiseptic made me almost nauseous. My body was in extreme ache. The lower back of my head felt worse… as if a nail is being forcefully plunged into my head. I scrunched my eyes at the bright light. I felt powerless and heavy. I could barely move my hand, my head or my body.

I groaned in distraught and slowly started blinking, Although, the overwhelming antiseptic smell confirmed I was in a hospital, I strained my vision to see for myself.

The room was pristine clean and gloomy. Typical hospital bed, IV and monitors beeping. The walls were a sickly white color and the linens were grayish. A nurse stood over my head, trying to inject some liquid into my drip bag. Our eyes came in contact and she smiled at me.

'Good to see you're awake sir'

I stared blankly at her, saying nothing in response.

'How do you feel now? Better?'

When I said nothing still, she nodded her head and continue.

'I do understand if you're not ready to say anything for now. I'll excuse you.. If you need my attention, press the bell. I'll be right here' she expressed.

Seconds later, she was out of the room. I laid still, squeezed my eyes shut and reminisced occurrence before I landed here. It was all my fault. I attempted to cross the road without taking cognisance of the traffic lights. I gnarled my teeth, blaming myself over again for what happened to me. I shouldn't be affected by what they did to me, they've no right to make me miserable.

I swallowed tears that threatened to spill again. I loved her so much, I was really willing to be a better person for her. 

My thoughts were distracted by a bald doctor who came into the ward. His spectacles were pushed down his pointed nose as he glared down at me.

'Do you feel any better sir?' he enquired from me.

'A few dose of painkillers will help'

 He smiled. ,'I'll have the nurse help you with that. However, we've been unable to reach out to any of your friends or relatives.'

I inclined my head bitterly. 'I have none' I croaked.

I'm not sure who I am or where I came from. Four years ago, I escaped from home when I overheard my adopted parents' conversation about sedating me and selling me off to a pimp in order to get some money to take care of their sick son. They never found me and I was glad. I came to this quiet city of Carlifonia to start all over again and that was when I met Lauren. We started off as friends, a year later, we got into a relationship. She was the only friend, family I had and now, She's disappeared as well.

The doctor nodded. 'I see'

The nurse from earlier came back in, whispered some words into the doctor's ears. My heart skipped a beat when he widened his eyes and looked at me.

'You're Mr. Dylan. Aren't you?' he demanded,.in quite an urgent manner..

'Yes. Why?'

'You've got a visitor' 

My brows furrowed in astonishment. A visitor is someone I least expect right now. 'Who is it?' I asked.

'A man and woman. They say you're their son's the nurse butted in.

My mind spun, my lips slightly parted and I asked. 'Who are they?'

'Mr and Mrs Charles' She quickly responded.

The name… it rang a bell, reeked recognition.. a fearful one. My breath came in shorts and I felt dizzy immediately, an unusual feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. I clasped both sides of the hospital bed.. my mind working its way on the easiest way for me to escape.