💞Chapter Two💞

After checking my vitals, she went out the room and even didn’t say anything to my dad. She was like this cold-hearted chick, you know. And I should saved this woman from what? When she seemed so uncompassionate to her patient in coma! Tss.

But I followed her now.

She was deeply thinking about something—like how she frowned her brows, tightly handed her medical notes and heavy sound of her shoes. She went inside the room and shut it instantly—still followed her. That lady in white was not kidding me right? Was she an angel or something?

She sat down the chair. The room was pretty big for herself. Guess there were others who occupied this room since there were four tables here. I stood behind her—I wanna see what was she doing on the calendar. She held it and got her pen—scratched the date today then placed it on the table.

She’s weird. How would I know her predicaments when nobody could hear me out?

I am a ghost! Was it even real? Damn! I was now!

Somebody got in. Perhaps her colleague. “Hey, Ellah—happy birthday girl!” Oh? Her name was Ellah and she just scratched the date today in her calendar!

“Thanks,” She tried to smile and she was faking it.

The other woman sat beside her table. Seemed pretty excited about throwing a birthday party to this not-so-interested-celebrant.

“At what time should be go clubbing then? After shift tonight?” Ella immediately nodded which I least expected. I thought she hated to celebrate since she discarded the date—well..

“Yeah, sure but I have this tight schedule tonight because of Nixon Brooks. He was confined earlier.” Oh, that’s my name! Hah, I suddenly realized I could easily know people’s real score towards me by being a ghost, huh? Why? They couldn’t see me but I could definitely hear them out!

“Yeah, I heard it about that at the hallway. Poor guy..” Her friend looked very sad but Ella wasn’t. No, her reaction was terrible—she was about to laugh actually. Hey, she obviously didn’t like me, huh? I knew it!

“He deserved it, Bell.” Damn, right! You see? Hah! And I should saved this woman, really? She got his tumbler and drank her water. Even her friend was a bit terrified how cruel her words were—I was in coma!

She was simply heartless! Tss.

“Ella, don’t say like that—not all men should be hated, ya know? There are good men out there..” This Bell, I liked her. But her figure was totally not my type. Anyway, I still liked her for defending my army!

Yeah, it’s just women liked chasing us.

“They are all the same, Bell. We’ll see at eleven later. I’ll go and check other patients.” Then she stood up again and went out the room.

“So, she’s a total man-hater, huh?” Was it the reason why I should saved her? Why? Just let it be when she loathed everyone—to hell I care! Why should I be bothering my sh*t to her! When I returned at my room—dad and Titus were not there anymore.

I sat down on this vacant chair beside my unconscious body. This was really ridiculous—when I woke, I surely made my life a movie, I promised that!

“You should wake up, playboy. Don’t let them smile because of your awful death, f**cker.” I was talking to myself here—no, I was really having a conversation with my unconscious body. Damn it.

I had a lot of friends. They should be rushing here—what took them so long? Crazy. I was here all alone with my body. Hours passed only nurses stopped by to checked me from time to time—but I was anticipating my circle of friends! Hell, I stood up and then rushed out.

When I passed through the door—damn, I was not in the hospital anymore! I was exactly right in the place where I thought earlier—in my club.

I immediately seen my group of male friends still hanging out with their women. Sh*t. Really? Haven’t they got the news yet?

“Hey, Brandon, cheers and congratulations!” Brandon was greeted by Brent raising their glasses together with William and Fred. They were talking about what? I supposed to know but I guess they haven’t told me anything about Brandon’s recent achievement.

“You finally become the real boss here in club without Nixon! Cheers!” T-The hell—motherf**ckers? They knew I had an accident but they kept on partying in my bloody club and wished me—dead!

“F**k you.. and you and you—all of you, mother**ckers!” I screamed in fury. They couldn’t hear me at all but I wished they did—I wanted them to hear my madness! F**k! “Pray harder that I will stay on bed coz If I woke up, I would cut off your f***ing heads.” I was punching their faces, kicking their bodies but they kept on laughing—I couldn’t touch their bloody faces!

Now, I realized the purpose of becoming a ghost—to know who’s real and who’s to kill when I woke up!