Roma

Roma is a photographer majoring in music artists. Her biggest dream has always been to make it in photography and become famous for it. So when a chance to achieve this pops up, she takes it. But will this job be all that it's cut out to be? Will one of the boys in this particular boy band do something life changing and completely unfair? Read to find out in Roma's tale of love, loss, dreams and heartbreak.

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13. Where am I?

My eyes feel so heavy. I try to open my eyes but It doesn't want to move. Once my eyes open up a little I almost get blinded by the light. The roof is white and there is a smell that I do not find enjoyable.I move on to the right of my feeling some extreme shocks of pain in my lower right admen.  I nearly scream in pain.

What am I doing here? I need to get out of here.

My breath starts to fasten. I notice a tube entering my....nose?!?!

What? I take a longer- more careful -yet painful- glance around the environment that I am placed.

I know this place...

It's a...a...what is it called again?

I remove the tube that seemed to be giving me a sweet-smelling type of air.

I automatically start to cough breathing in the dirty air that we breathe in. After my lungs got use of the smell I notice that this had a weird but I know I remember the smell.

 The smell was nauseating, sickeningly, and sweet, all mixed into one atmosphere. 

The word seemed to slowly coming towards me.

It started with a H....

I gaze through  the room to try to remind me even more about the room that I am in.

Oh yeah! A hospital!

...

WAIT?!?! A HOSPITAL!?!? WHAT AM I DOING IN A FLIPPING HOSPITAL!?!

I try to remove myself from the bed but my body was so low on energy that It was hard for me to even think.

I don't remember anything.... 

Each time I try to reach to my memorize I feel that I am blocked by something. It hurt my head just by thinking about it.

As I stayed there for a few minutes I heard -but couldn't see- the door open.

There were footprints and then I see a face next to me.

This person has a male figure with long curly hair and such amazing eyes. I slowly look down at what he is wearing and he has a luxury coat that could have been at least...

I don't remember my numbers....

This pain coming from my head hurt me.

"Are you okay Roma?"

Holy cow! This person has such a deep voice that it scared me!

"I'm so sorry Roma... I could have helped you." This man's eyes seem to start filling up with tears. 

He kept on calling me Roma. 

Was that my name?

I gulp and start talking to this stranger.

"Who are you?"

My voice seemed strained. It hurt my vocal cords when I said that small sentence. 

This person's face seemed to be filled with pain.

"I-i-i-i thought that you.." He couldn't finish his sentence because he was crying. I wished I could slowly rub him and tell him that it's okay but my whole body seemed to hurt.

"I thought that you wouldn't get amnesia..."

Then he puts his head on my lap and continues to  cry telling both himself and I that it was his fault...

I'm just wondering why I'm allowing a stranger to sit on my lap.

 

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