Chapter 14 Just a faint scar
Naomi
Frustration was heavy on my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe. I would have lost my mind, if I had any mental issues. My eyes moved up to Ma'a who entered the living room with a steamy dish in her hand.
She stopped when she noticed me. Her eyes moved over my body, before she came to the table and carefully placed the dish.
"What is going on with you?" She stepped back, her head tilted to the side and brow raised.Tears burned at the back of my eyes at her question.
Was she going to pretend that I hadn't been living in despair after everything I told her?
I cleared my throat. My eyes moved to the spot on my hand that had been wounded last night before glancing at her.
Do you know anything about my existence? Is there something you're not telling me?" I rushed to her side and took her hands in mine, my eyes glued to her face. I didn't know how else to ask her this. But I completely lost it after what happened yesterday.
There was a slide change in her eyes, but she quickly masked it. She took my hands off hers
"What is happening to you? Tell me."
I closed my eyes and let out a breath. How was I supposed to tell her that the flesh that had been reaped out of my arm last night was healed and only a thin scar was left as evidence?
How did that happen? Was it some kind of miracle? Again, miracles didn't happen that easily.
All these strange things happening around me were going to make me lose my mind.
"I just want the truth, Ma'a. Is there some kind of mysterious thing tied to my origin that you are not telling me?"
She let go of my hand. She picked up a plate to start dishing the breakfast she had made.
"I have told you time and time again, that nothing is wrong with you. I don't know where you get all those ideas from, but you have to take them out of your head. I don't want to hear about them and do not ever ask me about that again."
She started to eat her food, completely ignoring me. I swallowed so hard, trying to keep myself in order. I made up my mind to do the research on my own. Something should be wrong. This wasn't ordinary.
I almost committed suicide last night when I woke up to see that my injured hand was completely healed. I didn't proceed with my actions since I had witnessed something like that before, especially when I had Calix pinned to the wall.
I was asked to follow the ambulance to the hospital last night. But I denied. My hand was tied up and the evidence wasn't visible except the blood which was not dripping. Julian had insisted that I went with them. I didn't stay back to argue as I sort out an escape. I was unable to read a single line of the textbook that was in front of me.
Images of what happened yesterday kept playing in my mind. Those animals that attacked us. I learned in the morning while in school that they were werewolves. They had attacked us. That meant that the blue-eyed animal was a werewolf as well. Who could it be and why were they behind me? I also heard that two of the werewolves were killed during the attack.
The class suddenly went silent. A shadow loomed over the door. I looked ahead to find Julian with Mr. Robert and Moses. What was he and the teachers doing in our class this early?
"She is the only one who has not yet received treatment because she escaped."
Julian said, looking in my direction. I turned behind, pretending to see who he was talking to like it was not me.
"Naomi..."
He called and there was a heavy thump in my chest. I blinked and settled my eyes on him.
"Two medical personnel are here to pick you for a check up at the hospital. You escaped last night."
No way. He couldn't do this. I couldn't go to the hospital. What was I supposed to tell them, when they saw that the hand was healed? Julian had seen it, the reason why he was insisting that I visited the hospital.
He had been the one to tell me to tie my hand up. He saw it. Benita did. She was the one who tied my hand. She had even said that she could see the white skin of my bone.
"No...no. I don't need to visit the hospital. " I said with a subtle smile trying to appear convincing. That wasn't my specialty. I sucked at it. I could tell just by how Julian arched a brown at me like he knew I was lying.
"Why don't you want to visit the hospital?"
I guess I was going to give him an answer. In desperate need to give them a reason, I pulled the black long sleeve up to my elbow, showing him the the evidence.
"See, I'm fine. I don't have to go anywhere. You saw something else last night. I didn't sustain even the tiniest injury. " I tried to sweet talk him, but I guess it was failing given how he was looking at me like I had suddenly lost my mind or maybe I did without realizing it.
"No way, Naomi." Benita was the first to scream, standing up. She grabbed my hand, staring at it with big eyes. She ran hand across the faint scar and gazed up at me. I so much wanted to punch her guts out. She was going to draw unnecessary attention to this.
'Do you visit an overnight hospital? Did you use some supernatural medicine on your hand; because I know only that can heal the type of wound you had on your hand yesterday. I saw that wound, Naomi. How come your hand look like this?"
I pinned my lips together, not knowing what to say.
"Yes, Naomi. How come ? I saw that wound."
The people who saw started whispering amongst themselves.
Julian took long strides towards me. Without any questions, he gripped my wrist and brought then up to his face.
When he did, his eyes moved up to my face, a knowing expression visible in his gaze. I could be wrong, but it was like he had an idea of what it was or might have experienced it.
"You have some explaining to do." He let go of my hand and stomped outside. I shrugged and fixed back my sleeve.
I didn't have any explanations to give someone. No one saw anything. And what they think happened, didn't happen at all.