Understanding a Storm

14. Drowning

Soooooo, before you start to read and what not, just remember:

Aisha was traumatized. Not only from her past, but also got worse when she was abducted by the asshole of an ex.

Now, bear with me. She's acting really random and goes into self loathing mode in a split second. Keon on the other hand is in love with her nonetheless.

Reader: But he only met her recently-

Me: Sh. Shhh. Shhhhh. Broken people tend to find love in weird ways. Now go and enjoy the story I'm currently typing at 1 fucking AM when I have a shift at 6 AM.

LOVE YOU ALL.

Keep in mind: People deal with shit differently. Mmmmkay? Mkay.

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Aisha's POV

"Slow down, love. You're gonna choke on those chocolates if you keep stuffing your face like that," Keon tries to take the box of chocolates away. I just gave him the nastiest glare I could summon, still stuffing my face with deliciousness like no tomorrow. He tries to reach for them again which earned him a slap on the hand.

"Aisha, give me the chocolates back." I stubbornly shook my head, still shoveling chocolates into my mouth. I genuinely felt like I've been starved for days. And upon waking up, I just so happen to see a large stash of chocolates. This earned Keon points in my book, plus the whole thing with him saving me- though now that's no longer valid. He's trying to take my babies. I will do everything in my power to prevent that and I will scream if I have to.

Ellie's random burst of giggles interrupts our fight. Keon playfully nudges her, then leaves the room to go find the doctor.

"So how are you feeling?" Ellie blinked back the tears forming in her eyes. She really was kind hearted. I barely knew her- seen her plenty of times yes- still, her concern was real.

"Like complete shit," I tossed the empty box on the floor now aware of how my body felt. My throat felt scratchy- my horrid sounding voice was the result. Everything was aching, stiff, and tired. I doubt I can walk without wobbling or tripping. I wasn't stupid or anything. I knew I was in a comma. They didn't have to tell me.

First of all, my nails have grown. They're cut to a reasonable size, though not rounded as I always do myself. Second, Keon looks like he's the one who belongs in this room. His hair was unkempt, and he had dark circles under his eyes. It felt weird knowing I was the reason. I even felt guilty for being such a burden to these nice people. They don't deserve any stress that comes from caring for me.

"Wow. That was uh, straightforward." I laughed at that. Ellie was right. Those three whole days of being forced to be with Jon made me exactly that. Whenever I'd refuse to verbally answer, I'd get a slap on the face. Though I never really got past more than a sentence those times.

I just couldn't pinpoint what it was about these people that made me want to actually talk. It's to the point where it frustrates me. I've spent years with Roza and Brooke, yet never felt the need to verbally communicate. Heck, I spent a great deal of my time not even bothering to speak to myself.

They say speaking to yourself is healthy. Some kind of scientific babble saying it's a sign of intelligence. Well then. I'll just take all my academic achievements with me and to hell with being healthy. Flashbacks of my dreams during the coma made my sweat run cold. He was right. Here I am causing everyone a great deal of head aches when they could do better things with their lives.

"Ms. Storm how are you feeling?" The doctor taps her heels over to me. Though her questions were directed to me, it was blatantly obvious how her eyes raked all over Keon's body. My chest felt tight with an emotion I've never truly felt before. And I would never admit to.