"Stop holding hands with people who hold no place in their heart for you."

There was a tingling sensation in my hands, the sudden urge to take whatever was in it, out woke me up. I saw a drip attached to my hand. Looking around I was in a hospital room.

What happened?

Memories flooded back. Gosh I fainted in his office. He must be thinking how much of a loser I am.

The door opened and walked in doctor with a nurse, who is a boy exceptionally and also Damien. Can I just hide away.

"Mrs Knight, you're awake." Mrs Knight? it doesn't sound good but a horrible nightmare. I was too tired to correct him.

I closed my eyes and put the covers over my body as much as I could. Let me tell you it's really awkward having three males inside a room with you when you're lying on a bed. Somehow i was feeling naked under their stares. I didn't even bother acknowledging Damien's presence.

Did he bring me to the hospital?

How polite of him.

For once.

"You alright?" Asked doctor, coming towards me. From the corner of my eyes I saw Damien just looking at me. If I move my eyes towards him then we will be making eye contact. And I don't want that.

I nodded my head in a no, signalling towards the drip, "Please take it out." I was internally feeling the fear. I have a needle phobia. I can't have this thing on me for so much long.

"Just half more to go, then we'll take it out." I don't even understand why did they put it on me. Was it so necessary.

"No! take it out." I said. I make decisions for myself.

"I'm afraid I can't. I'll send someone with food and you have to spend the night here." A night here? The crap wrong with him. And who's even gonna afford the bill. Damien will just add it to my debt. I need to go out of here. I panicked. And noticed there was a beep beep from my beside. The thingy which was notifying my blood pressure.

"Worrying is not good for you now, pretty little patient." Little patient? I heard a hiss from somewhere. I nodded my head.

He turned towards Damien, who looked all vexed, "It's not that serious, but she needs some relaxation and no tension, she'll be as healthy as ever." No tension? Tension is another word for life to me.

Not until I clear this debt. I'll be burdernized with tension forever.

'Be positive a little.' My little heart said in a soft voice.

I smiled to myself.

I will clear this debt.

I'll be free from him.

I won't feel inferior anymore.

The doctor went outside with his nurse, leaving me and satan alone. I changed the direction of my head now facing the other wall. Totally opposite of where Damien was standing.

What am I even thinking?

Is that even possible to live a normal life now.

I don't think after five years, anything will ever be normal.

I feel like I'll be completely broken.

Deep down even though he treats me worst, like a piece of dirt in the air, I still have a soft spot for him.

When I declared my love to him, it was true. That time it wasn't a teenager speaking, it was a lover speaking. When it comes to love, age doesn't matter. Or does it?

Was it too hard to understand?

I should let the past be.

But before I know, I was hicupping. The unusual tears running down my face back and forth. I laid there weak. Worthless, I have no worth. All I have to achieve in life now is clear the debt, that wasn't even taken by me. Why did you have to do this to me, dad?

"Stop crying." I heard a hissy whisper. It was so low, that if not for the silence in the room, I wouldn't be hearing it at all.

Life is cry-able. Pitiful.

Out of everyone, it has to be him everywhere.

The door swung opened and barged in Chris. What is he doing here?

I wiped my tears and I took in the confused scenario.

He looked like he came here all running. His messy hair were more messed up but that was making him look more cute.

"You alright, Winnie? my heart panicked so bad when I see you blacked out in Damien's arms." I could only catch the words 'Damien's arms'. Did he carry me? Feeling a little bit insecure now. What if I was too heavy for him and he tripped somewhere? How close were we? I can't even imagine that scenario while being conscious.

"I'm fine." I said to him.

"You got me all worried." I nodded.

"Why would you even faint inside his office? Is he not treating you well?" Not caring that Damien was still in the room, Chris continued.

I looked at Damien, he was shooting draggers at Chris. "I had a bad headache." I quickly said.

"You need to stop treating her like this, Damien, I fucking swear to god I'll break every code, again." His sentence was directed towards Damien. Kind of mocking him? There seemed like a hidden meaning behind it. Break what code? And he said 'again' ok wait what?

Damien looked outraged. He seemed like he was prepared to punch Chris, fight him, knock him off. He looked like an angry bull. Even his fist was tightly clenched, the nerves there could be openly seen. His light blue eyes turning the darkest shade of blue.

"Leave," The angry voice of him said. It was a voice like 'listen to me or you'll end up dead.'

"Can't you see you're destroying your ownself?"

"I won't repeat." Said Damien.

But Chris didn't bother moving an inch from his place. Damien looked hyper angry. I worry if Chris doesn't leave, Damien will go mad and become a psychopath that he already is, might end up murdering Chris. Who knows he might even murder me also since I'm the one bringing him in this place.

In just a moment he took steps forward, grabbing Chris by his collar, his fist made contact with poor nose of Chris. I flinched at how hard it was. But he didn't stop there. He kicked him with his leg on Chris' stomach. Ouch! that was painful.

I couldn't get up cause of the drip but I cannot see Chris getting all beat. He needs to fight back. "Stop." I said but Damien didn't listen.

Chris now fought back and blew his fist on Damien's jaw. Oh no! Not his jaw. I felt a painful feeling in my heart. It was like as if the punch was directed to my jaw. Why must Chris ruin something so perfectly made by God. I huffed at my own thoughts.

Why are they even fighting?

Suddenly someone pulled Damien back. Ethan. What is he doing here.

Ethan looked angry.

It was odd.

I have never seen Ethan looking angry. Normally he is the one brightening up moods in the surroundings.

"Fucking piss off, Christopher." Growled Ethan.

For a moment Chris looked sad. Poor him, all he did was, come here to visit poor me. But luck wasn't on his side. He got beaten up real bad.

Damien's jaw was red from the punch but compared to Chris' face, that was nothing. Chris rubbed his jaw as he shook his head at them, "You know this is not how she wants us to be, right?" Who she? He looked sad and his eyes moistured with tears. "Does your heart not ever crave to see her? you might end up regretting it for life." Chris was almost begging. "She is a replica of her. It's like her soul never left." I was so confused, I closed my eyes and tried to drift into sleep. Moments later I heard a door bang, peeking from one eyes I saw Chris was gone. Huh! what was all that about. There looked like some secrets running. Nosy me wants to know them.