Pure Love

Chapter Two

Diane.

I followed these ladies on white clothes, rushing to the emergency room and stopped at the front door as soon as the last nurse to go in closed it.

After 15 minutes waiting for myself, I saw my mom gasping for breath as her tears ran down on her pinkish cheeks, and behind her stood my dad, crying as well.

Out of control, mom suddenly fell down on the ground and continued in bursting her precious tears out.

I went closer to her, getting worried and sad for seeing them like this. I don't know what to do, instead, I bent down on her level.

"Mom..." I started, getting emotional as I saw her saddened face closer. "I'm still here." I nearly cried as I placed my hand on her back but then, a spark appeared, quickly I took my hand away. It was painful.

Why is it like this?

Sighs. I know she can't hear me but she really needed to know that I'm still here and I'm completely fine.

Surprisingly, a doctor opened the double door, looked around, walked closer to my mom and dad, and asked if they are my parents.

Mom nodded as a reply, still crying while dad was trying so hard to comfort her. I could just see dad staying strong in this critical situation between crying and be there for mom. I love you dad.

"Fortunately, well, everything is alright, ma'am." He started, standing stiff.

Mom breathed relievedly.

"... however, your daughter is in coma."

What? Did I hear it right?

I... I'm in coma?

So, so it means I'll be sleeping in a very long time... or worst, forever?

No, this shouldn't be happening.

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Dad and mom were at my side in bed, tears still running down on both of their cheeks. It's like I've been stabbed by a knife a number of times seeing them hurt. Couldn't take to see it longer, I left the room.

I decided to roam around the hospital to at least not see them hurting and crying because of me. It makes me wanted to cry as well.

As I was walking anywhere in this building, many people were passing "to" me, without any bump or anything. How abnormal.

"This can't be happening. I shouldn't be wasting time on that bed. I still have my wedding, my plans and my family. I'm still gonna have a family soon with Raymond and have new jobs, then our own new house and office together, and anything else. I can't die ye---" I cut, someone bumped me.

Wait, someone bumped me?

No way, I thought I'm a spirit?

I looked at him. He's tall, wearing white shirt covered with black leathered jacket, and matched with black pants.

I called him with a 'Hey' but he didn't turned at me, so I poked him instead.

There was no spark.

There was no spark?

So it means, I'm not a spirit? What?

This is confusing.

"What?" He asked seriously.

"You, you can see me?"

"Are you kidding me? Yes, I can." he replied.

"You can see and hear me!?" I shouted. Omg! So, what does this mean? I'm still alive? I'm not a spirit anymore? I can go and talk to mom and dad? I can see Raymond?

I wasn't able control myself so I suddenly hugged him out of happiness.

He quickly pushed me away, "What are you doing!? Who are you?" He asked, a bit mad. I think he got confused.

"All of the people, even my parents, can't see and hear me. When I touched them, a spark would appear and it hurts. But with you? I don't know, all of those didn't happen. I know it sounds weird but I felt so good after talking to someone." I just smiled.

"I'm Diane Santos, I got in a car crash this morning." I added, introducing myself and showed up my hand as a sign of handshake.

"Okay." He said in a monotone, ignored my hand and went away.

I grabbed his arms directly. Are you kidding me? I shouldn't waste this opportunity!

"What?" He asked again, this time more like he's disappointed.

"Uhmmm..." I started, playing with my fingers. I actually do this when I'm nervous. "Do you know any way to help me get back my body? I... I still have my wedding..."

He just rolled his eyes and said, "Sorry, I still have work to do." He then showed up a, I think a notebook or pad, from his pocket and wrote something.

Out of nowhere, there was a guy beside him and he told him, "Okay, it's time." then a light above appeared on him and carried him away.

"Who are you? Are you Grim Reaper!?" I asked, in suspense.

Oh gosh, this is scary.

"No! What are you thinking!" He shouted at me.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologized. "Then why are you taking dead people's lives?" I asked, following him.

"I have a job regarding someone like you, dead people. I went here to bring these people on this list (showing the notepad to me) to the place where they should be ."

"So what are you then? A scheduler?" I asked, still confused.

"Maybe." He replied, walking faster.

I pursued him, "Wait." Running to catch him.

"Can you just please help me get my body back? Please?" I begged.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because if I will..." he stopped.

"What?" I asked him.

"Oh fine, nobody should know this. Ugh." He said angrily then continued. "If I'll be helping such people just like you, I'll be having this job longer and first of all, I never liked this job. So, I guess that's clear. Now, stop begging."

"As what? A scheduler?"

He didn't answered me instead he just kept on walking.

I shouldn't allow myself to give up, I still have many things to do. I need to go back to my body as soon as possible! So I didn't stop begging to him until he got annoyed. Opps.

"Stop it!"

"Please?"

"I said no, okay!?"

"Oh, please scheduler, please."

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Pleaaase."

"Okay! Fine! Fine! Just stop that." He demanded, as he snapped once and a necklace with a tear-like design appeared on my neck.

"What's this?"

"Listen, you need to gather three pure teardrops shed out of pure love by three people outside your family within 40 days, again 40 only."

"Why just-" He cut me.

"If you'll complete it, you'll live again and continue your so called important plans but if not, no more chances." He said seriously and walked away.

"Oh okay, thank you so much scheduler!" I thanked, following him.

"The time is running Diane." He warned me.

"But, wait, what am I going to do? I'm a spirit! I talk to them and ask them."

"That's why, you'll wait." 

"Whaaat?" I stopped.

This is impossible.