The Cursed
It's been a year since David Bennett was in a coma, but a lady from his dream brought him back to life. Yet as soon as he opened his eyes, the memories of the dream vanished into hazy fragments of reminiscence. The arrival of the Grants twins brought flashes of events into his's head, reminding him of someone. As he tries to assemble each piece of the puzzle, he found more information than he wanted, and letting him fall inlove with the cursed.
"The Cursed" is a story testing how far a man could go in the name of love-a love that is impossible to bind two different beings that are worlds apart, but is willing to tear the barrier that divides. A love that'll prove that hindrances can't stop the flow of destiny, because destiny shall seek its way even in the most unwelcoming hearts.
Chapter 1: A life after death
Grabbing my keys from the bottom of the top drawer, I dashed into my Mercedes. Though I tried to walk faster, my feet kept dragging me behind and a voice inside my head saying don't do this stops me. Yet nothing could bring me to a halt. If this is the least thing I could do to prevent Denise from leaving California to go to Paris, I would do this. The engine fired up, I heard it roar. Stepping at the accelerator, I didn't mind how fast I was going- because all I wanted is to make Denise stay. The red traffic light came flashing, yet I didn't care at all. However, time flew quickly. A 10 wheeler truck and my Mercedes had a head-on collision...all because of my urgency to catch Denise, I'm dead. But before I felt my soul left my body, I had a dream.
Hello? Where am I? Am I in heaven yet? Of course, I wouldn't be in heaven. This is probably Hell. But it's too tranquil and quiet to be hell .And there are no fire or demons, whatsoever. Where exactly am I? There are footsteps. Someone is here! But where? I can't see anything, it's too foggy.
"You..." said the voice so serene. A voice that would only come from a female.
"Hey, show up!" I replied, not bothered if my tone was too loud. I want to know where I am.
Silence was the reply I got. This is pissing me off. The mist, the awkward stillness, the place is making me grow more uncomfortable as each second ticked-if there's even time in here. But then I heard the voice again, the same old composure.
"Go back." She whispered.
"Who the hell are you?" I retorted, that echoed around the hollowness of the mystic place.
"Tabitha." There was a long pause...
"Go back."
And then all I felt that time was the wind brushing to my face, gusting my chestnut brown hair backward. The next thing was I stumbled.
I tried to open one of my eyes, but all I can see is white. Opening the other one, I found out that everything is really white. The walls, the windows, the blanket, even the clothes I'm wearing. After seconds of processing, I later realized I'm in a hospital ward. All I gave out was a sigh. There was a throbbing pain in my left brain that urged me to moan. That's when the door creaked open. Glad that the person wasn't wearing white, I felt the ends of my lips curved into a grin.
"Where is-"
"Thank God, you're back!" It was Kirstie, the only family I had ever since mom and dad died in a plane crash from France.
I saw a pearl of tear from one corner of her eye that she tried to hide. Too late, though. Kirstie motioned to hug me, and I hugged back. I don't even know how long I was here. I had a lot of questions to ask. But one thing took my attention, Kirstie's grasping something with her left hand-a scarlet letter.
"Where is-"
"Denise? I'm sorry; she left for Paris a year ago." She cut me off again. I hate it. She's a total chatterbox.
"Hey, would you shut up first and let me finish?" Here I go again, letting my steam hit her pointblank.
Not only Kirstie was silenced, but also me. The menace of my headache returns, and I want to be alone. But having her here means I could ask anything about what happened before, during, and after that tragic night. Hey wait, when I was asleep minutes ago, I had a dream. Argh, I can't remember it! A girl. A girl named...
"Before I forget, David, here's a letter for you. I'll leave you first. Think about stuff. I know what you're going through is tough..." That's Kirstie's trademark, cutting the momentum of my daydream.
She handed me the scarlet letter I saw a while ago-it's from Denise. I could only hear her footsteps and the slam of the door for my attention was focused on Denise's slender and curved handwriting. I stared at it blankly, thinking if I should read it or not. After seconds of dilemma, I decided to read it.
=================================================== Feb 17, 2009
Dearest David,
I heard about it. You tried to follow me to the airport yesterday when I e-mailed you that I'm leaving for Paris. I feel guilty, that's the truth. Guilty of leaving you for my studies, guilty of hurting you, guilty of everything that happened to you now. I don't know if you'll be able to read this letter, but I hope you do. Kirstie told me you are in the intensive care unit now, critical. God, what have I done to you? But David, you always know that I love you. I just want to study first. I want you to wait for me, until I'm ready, but I know I'm being so selfish if I say that. So all I could do now is hope for the best. May you enjoy your life and find the right one.
Wish you all the best & I love you.
Denise
===================================================
I inspected the room and windows first before I let the flare of emotions devour me for moment. A hollow hole bore into my heart. Denise, I could wait for centuries if you told me to! Why didn't you? I found myself crumpling the little scarlet stationery and rested my fists to my aching head. I couldn't believe this; a drop of tear came rolling down my cold cheek. The door screeched open again, I prepared myself in case its Kirstie, I was right.
"What date is it?" I wanted to cut the dead air as quick as possible. Kirstie seeing me cry is really uneasy.
"Happy 17th birthday." She handed me a newspaper clipping. Of all the parts, why the Obituary?
"Denise is...dead?" My ocean green eyes widened as I read the rest of the article.
What a perfect birthday gift. I woke up from the dead, and now it's Denise who's gone? This isn't happening. The article is false. Denise isn't dead! She's in Paris, studying! How could she be dead?
My system wasn't able to handle the sudden skyrocket of my blood pressure. I'm back to bed.
The next morning, I didn't see white things anymore. Instead, I'm in my room. In my house. And Kirstie bringing my breakfast to my bed. I'm pleased that I'm normal again, I mean, I'm out of that stinky hospital ward...with all those noisy machines beeping around me. All I have to deal with is my blabber mouthed childhood friend.
"Eat. You'll be late for school." Instructed Kirstie, her tone so commanding. Her face was so serious that I gave a chuckle. I'm not used to this kind of personality for her.
"What's wrong?" Now, a little more of the same old Kirstie.
"You said school, right? C'mon, I'm still recovering!" I reasoned out, acting as though I'm not yet capable of going back to school. But the real reason is I'm lazy.
"You've been in the hospital for about a year and a month. Aren't you worried about our lessons?"
"No." I instantaneously replied, trying to sound more defensive.
After half an hour of our debate whether or not I go to school, I end up losing from Summit Academy's best debater and public speaker, Ms. Kirstie Mayer. Following her orders like a puppy, I crawled towards my dresser and grabbed a set of white long sleeves polo with a right chest pocket pinned with a gold and maroon logo badge of Summit Academy, a blue and gold coat with the same logo stitched on the right chest, and a pair of black pants and hastily put them on.
Looking at my wrist watch, I was devastated after realizing that I only had 20 minutes left before classes start. Hurriedly, I stuffed my books, laptop, and phone inside my green backpack and plugged the earphones of my IPod into my ears and blast the volume to maximum. My bag hung on my right shoulder, I stepped out of the front door into the spring sun and started digging down into the pockets of my coat for the breeze is giving me chills.
"David! Wait for me!" I guess that's Kirsten. Well, I'm pretty good in acting like I can't hear her.
"I'll wait for you..." To add to my act, I started singing as I walk past the houses in our street until I can't really hear her.
But when I realized that don't know where to go next [I always go to school riding my car], there were voices of conscience in my head saying you shouldn't have left her there, until the sound of a car's engine filled my ears. Turning my head towards the source of the sound-it was Kirsten. Well, I guess I can't really make her go away. All I could do is sigh as I walk in to her car.
"'I'll wait for you' huh?" that same old sly grin was engraved on her gloss infested lips. I replied with a scoff. Sneering back, Kirstie pulled out one of my earphones and started a new topic.
"We have some transfer students, Brian and Halley Grants-"
"-So?" It was my turn to avenge all my sentences she cut.
"Brian is pretty hot, though. I kinda like him-"
"-do I care?"
"Halley's weird, totally."
I ran out of side comments. I was defeated-second time today. How thwarting. Eyeing Kirstie drive the car, I noticed something new to her. She's prettier now, compared from the last time I saw her. I really can't imagine how she could bear with a pain in the ass like me. How could she hold her anger or how could she be so tolerant of my rude attitude? Her ringtone broke the stillness reining the car. When I saw her gestured to get it, I hurriedly grab it from her. Driving while you're talking over the phone is risky-I don't want to be in a car crash again.
"Flash alert Kirstie! Halley's doing the same weird thing again! She's scary! SOS!" yelled the voice I tried to recognize, it's Steven Hunst probably. The background noise can't deny the fact that something weird and dangerous must be going on in the room. I don't know what to do, or even say, that's when Kirstie pulled over and grabbed the phone after seeing the terror prominent in my eyes.
"Steven? What the hell is going on there?" Her voice is trembling, a fear she tries to hide yet is evident even if you look at her shaking hands.
I can hear screams and shrikes for help from the speaker of her IPhone. There were only voices of panic, and gasps of breath, but Steven's reply was never heard. The phone call ended, leaving us baffled with what really happened in there. Our eyes locked, with the same expression of speculation and anxiety. I gulped my fear down that I felt somewhat choked me.
"Halley's doing the same old weird thing?" I tried to tell Kirstie what Steven said, verbatim. She didn't think twice, the engine roared into life and we were beyond speed limit.
Kirstie led the way into room 4 - A, a way I can't remember after a year of being in a comatose and locked behind the walls of the hospital. From our location, I can say we're getting nearer for the voices are getting louder. I saw her take a deep breath before walking into the doors.
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Chapter 1: A life after death
Grabbing my keys from the bottom of the top drawer, I dashed into my Mercedes. Though I tried to walk faster, my feet kept dragging me behind and a voice inside my head saying don't do this stops me. Yet nothing could bring me to a halt. If this is the least thing I could do to prevent Denise from leaving California to go to Paris, I would do this. The engine fired up, I heard it roar. Stepping at the accelerator, I didn't mind how fast I was going- because all I wanted is to make Denise stay. The red traffic light came flashing, yet I didn't care at all. However, time flew quickly. A 10 wheeler truck and my Mercedes had a head-on collision...all because of my urgency to catch Denise, I'm dead. But before I felt my soul left my body, I had a dream.
Hello? Where am I? Am I in heaven yet? Of course, I wouldn't be in heaven. This is probably Hell. But it's too tranquil and quiet to be hell .And there are no fire or demons, whatsoever. Where exactly am I? There are footsteps. Someone is here! But where? I can't see anything, it's too foggy.
"You..." said the voice so serene. A voice that would only come from a female.
"Hey, show up!" I replied, not bothered if my tone was too loud. I want to know where I am.
Silence was the reply I got. This is pissing me off. The mist, the awkward stillness, the place is making me grow more uncomfortable as each second ticked-if there's even time in here. But then I heard the voice again, the same old composure.
"Go back." She whispered.
"Who the hell are you?" I retorted, that echoed around the hollowness of the mystic place.
"Tabitha." There was a long pause...
"Go back."
And then all I felt that time was the wind brushing to my face, gusting my chestnut brown hair backward. The next thing was I stumbled.
I tried to open one of my eyes, but all I can see is white. Opening the other one, I found out that everything is really white. The walls, the windows, the blanket, even the clothes I'm wearing. After seconds of processing, I later realized I'm in a hospital ward. All I gave out was a sigh. There was a throbbing pain in my left brain that urged me to moan. That's when the door creaked open. Glad that the person wasn't wearing white, I felt the ends of my lips curved into a grin.
"Where is-"
"Thank God, you're back!" It was Kirstie, the only family I had ever since mom and dad died in a plane crash from France.
I saw a pearl of tear from one corner of her eye that she tried to hide. Too late, though. Kirstie motioned to hug me, and I hugged back. I don't even know how long I was here. I had a lot of questions to ask. But one thing took my attention, Kirstie's grasping something with her left hand-a scarlet letter.
"Where is-"
"Denise? I'm sorry; she left for Paris a year ago." She cut me off again. I hate it. She's a total chatterbox.
"Hey, would you shut up first and let me finish?" Here I go again, letting my steam hit her pointblank.
Not only Kirstie was silenced, but also me. The menace of my headache returns, and I want to be alone. But having her here means I could ask anything about what happened before, during, and after that tragic night. Hey wait, when I was asleep minutes ago, I had a dream. Argh, I can't remember it! A girl. A girl named...
"Before I forget, David, here's a letter for you. I'll leave you first. Think about stuff. I know what you're going through is tough..." That's Kirstie's trademark, cutting the momentum of my daydream.
She handed me the scarlet letter I saw a while ago-it's from Denise. I could only hear her footsteps and the slam of the door for my attention was focused on Denise's slender and curved handwriting. I stared at it blankly, thinking if I should read it or not. After seconds of dilemma, I decided to read it.
=================================================== Feb 17, 2009
Dearest David,
I heard about it. You tried to follow me to the airport yesterday when I e-mailed you that I'm leaving for Paris. I feel guilty, that's the truth. Guilty of leaving you for my studies, guilty of hurting you, guilty of everything that happened to you now. I don't know if you'll be able to read this letter, but I hope you do. Kirstie told me you are in the intensive care unit now, critical. God, what have I done to you? But David, you always know that I love you. I just want to study first. I want you to wait for me, until I'm ready, but I know I'm being so selfish if I say that. So all I could do now is hope for the best. May you enjoy your life and find the right one.
Wish you all the best & I love you.
Denise
===================================================
I inspected the room and windows first before I let the flare of emotions devour me for moment. A hollow hole bore into my heart. Denise, I could wait for centuries if you told me to! Why didn't you? I found myself crumpling the little scarlet stationery and rested my fists to my aching head. I couldn't believe this; a drop of tear came rolling down my cold cheek. The door screeched open again, I prepared myself in case its Kirstie, I was right.
"What date is it?" I wanted to cut the dead air as quick as possible. Kirstie seeing me cry is really uneasy.
"Happy 17th birthday." She handed me a newspaper clipping. Of all the parts, why the Obituary?
"Denise is...dead?" My ocean green eyes widened as I read the rest of the article.
What a perfect birthday gift. I woke up from the dead, and now it's Denise who's gone? This isn't happening. The article is false. Denise isn't dead! She's in Paris, studying! How could she be dead?
My system wasn't able to handle the sudden skyrocket of my blood pressure. I'm back to bed.
The next morning, I didn't see white things anymore. Instead, I'm in my room. In my house. And Kirstie bringing my breakfast to my bed. I'm pleased that I'm normal again, I mean, I'm out of that stinky hospital ward...with all those noisy machines beeping around me. All I have to deal with is my blabber mouthed childhood friend.
"Eat. You'll be late for school." Instructed Kirstie, her tone so commanding. Her face was so serious that I gave a chuckle. I'm not used to this kind of personality for her.
"What's wrong?" Now, a little more of the same old Kirstie.
"You said school, right? C'mon, I'm still recovering!" I reasoned out, acting as though I'm not yet capable of going back to school. But the real reason is I'm lazy.
"You've been in the hospital for about a year and a month. Aren't you worried about our lessons?"
"No." I instantaneously replied, trying to sound more defensive.
After half an hour of our debate whether or not I go to school, I end up losing from Summit Academy's best debater and public speaker, Ms. Kirstie Mayer. Following her orders like a puppy, I crawled towards my dresser and grabbed a set of white long sleeves polo with a right chest pocket pinned with a gold and maroon logo badge of Summit Academy, a blue and gold coat with the same logo stitched on the right chest, and a pair of black pants and hastily put them on.
Looking at my wrist watch, I was devastated after realizing that I only had 20 minutes left before classes start. Hurriedly, I stuffed my books, laptop, and phone inside my green backpack and plugged the earphones of my IPod into my ears and blast the volume to maximum. My bag hung on my right shoulder, I stepped out of the front door into the spring sun and started digging down into the pockets of my coat for the breeze is giving me chills.
"David! Wait for me!" I guess that's Kirsten. Well, I'm pretty good in acting like I can't hear her.
"I'll wait for you..." To add to my act, I started singing as I walk past the houses in our street until I can't really hear her.
But when I realized that don't know where to go next [I always go to school riding my car], there were voices of conscience in my head saying you shouldn't have left her there, until the sound of a car's engine filled my ears. Turning my head towards the source of the sound-it was Kirsten. Well, I guess I can't really make her go away. All I could do is sigh as I walk in to her car.
"'I'll wait for you' huh?" that same old sly grin was engraved on her gloss infested lips. I replied with a scoff. Sneering back, Kirstie pulled out one of my earphones and started a new topic.
"We have some transfer students, Brian and Halley Grants-"
"-So?" It was my turn to avenge all my sentences she cut.
"Brian is pretty hot, though. I kinda like him-"
"-do I care?"
"Halley's weird, totally."
I ran out of side comments. I was defeated-second time today. How thwarting. Eyeing Kirstie drive the car, I noticed something new to her. She's prettier now, compared from the last time I saw her. I really can't imagine how she could bear with a pain in the ass like me. How could she hold her anger or how could she be so tolerant of my rude attitude? Her ringtone broke the stillness reining the car. When I saw her gestured to get it, I hurriedly grab it from her. Driving while you're talking over the phone is risky-I don't want to be in a car crash again.
"Flash alert Kirstie! Halley's doing the same weird thing again! She's scary! SOS!" yelled the voice I tried to recognize, it's Steven Hunst probably. The background noise can't deny the fact that something weird and dangerous must be going on in the room. I don't know what to do, or even say, that's when Kirstie pulled over and grabbed the phone after seeing the terror prominent in my eyes.
"Steven? What the hell is going on there?" Her voice is trembling, a fear she tries to hide yet is evident even if you look at her shaking hands.
I can hear screams and shrikes for help from the speaker of her IPhone. There were only voices of panic, and gasps of breath, but Steven's reply was never heard. The phone call ended, leaving us baffled with what really happened in there. Our eyes locked, with the same expression of speculation and anxiety. I gulped my fear down that I felt somewhat choked me.
"Halley's doing the same old weird thing?" I tried to tell Kirstie what Steven said, verbatim. She didn't think twice, the engine roared into life and we were beyond speed limit.
Kirstie led the way into room 4 - A, a way I can't remember after a year of being in a comatose and locked behind the walls of the hospital. From our location, I can say we're getting nearer for the voices are getting louder. I saw her take a deep breath before walking into the doors.
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
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