Chapter 10 Monti's Really sick.

How would I finish my exams? Mr. Paul, my final exams are near; wouldn't I finish them? She asked.

"Don't worry; your health is the most important. I don't think they would allow you to write your final papers like this," he replied.

"What about my parents? Were you able to reach them?"

"Not yet. We called your father; he said he will soon be here."

"When did you call him?"

"Last week Saturday."

"So this is a new week. I need to do my exams," she cried.

"Why is all this happening to me? What about my exams? They are external exams for God's sake; how would I gain admission while I am still in the hospital and others are writing their exams happily?"

"Well, I would be happy to inform you that the exams have been postponed right from the first day of the exam, which was the day you realized you were in the hospital. This is because the external bodies need to inspect schools before the commencement of the exams. Count yourself lucky to not have missed them, though even if you did, there is still another chance to write another one next time."

"No, I want to do it now and start a new life. I am so fed up with this whole place. I need to know that I have never had a dad nor a mom to depend on."

"It's alright. Wipe off your tears; we are going to try our best to reach your mom. Your father will soon be here; he informed us he will be coming by 12 o'clock. This is almost over."

"Is it that serious? I have spent almost two weeks here with no preparation for my exams. I just find myself sleeping and waking up still on the hospital bed. Please call me the doctor," she shouted.

One thing she knew was that Mr. Paul wouldn't be able to keep up with her pace; he was getting frustrated already. He doesn't know how to pacify anyone; he just tries his best, and it fails most of the time.

"I will call the doctor," he said, running out in a desperate manner.

The doctor came in, checked her health status.

"She is alright. Just to complete her treatment," he said.

"When will it be completed? I need to know; I have exams to write, please. My wound is not that bad, or was it?"

Mr. Paul's gaze met the doctor's, and they both looked away.

"Young lady, the thing you called a wound is not actually a wound. At the court, a lawyer would define it best as a suicide mission. You cut a glass through your veins, and your bones stick out of your hand; the blood you lost before you were found was countless. I don't think I need to explain more than this," the doctor said.

Monti cried.

"It's alright, young lady. You don't need to cry; it is important that your parents are contacted before you leave this place. We don't want a case involving the court. I believe the school has been investigating your case. Above all, you don't need to commit suicide because of a boy," he said and walked out from her presence.

"What! What did he just say? Mr. Paul, didn't I hear him right? Because of a boy?"

"It's okay, we didn't want to discuss this at first as advised. It was the doctor's decision to intervene."

"So everyone believed I would commit suicide and that it would be because I got betrayed by a guy. This is unbelievable," she called as she rested her head on the hospital bed. She couldn't talk for long, nor could she shout anymore. She closed her eyes as she rested her head on the bed.

She fell asleep once again, still remembering her father. She was determined to wake up as soon as she heard his voice.

Yet she dreamed a dream.

Still on the hospital bed, her eyes were opened. Her father came in, his face beaming with smiles but confused at seeing all the things attached to her body just to provide her blood and water.

"How is she?" he asked.

"Doctors say she is seventy percent fine."

"I didn't know what happened. What could have happened that made her try to kill herself?"

"They, I mean the school, believed that something was going on between her and a boy of the same age. Nurse Kylie believed the situation might have been caused by a bully or bullies. But as far as I have known her, she is strong and capable. Never running after a guy like other girls, so it must have been that her lack of parental control caused it."

"How? She is not a baby anymore," he questioned.

"Yes, she is not a baby any longer, but one thing is for sure: she lacked the right parental influence. Imagine her mother traveling to Florida, leaving the care of a seventeen-year-old girl to the school. How was she supposed to live right after the exams?

Her father also is far ahead of time, planning his wedding with his 'Barbie' girl. Congratulations on your wedding, but don't leave the care of your child to the school. Her mother's gone, her father's like a non-existing man made alive."

"I won't receive any insults from you. Do you know what her mother caused me? I couldn't marry her. Was that supposed to be my fault?"

"Even if you didn't marry her, the truth stands out. Your daughter has loved you right from her young age. She discussed the most important things you did for her since she was three. She said she could remember the birthday parties and presents, the Santa Claus gifts for Christmas, and the bento wristwatch as a gift for coming first in a race. Most especially, the time you sat her down teaching her lullabies that drive people to sleep."

"Wow!" he sighed. "I didn't realize it could be so important to her."

"No, instead, you didn't realize how important you were to her."

"I don't even know what's happening in my daughter's life, right from when she was six. She's almost turned seven when her mother left me alongside her."

"It's not too late to reconcile with her. There is still so much more she needs to learn. Don't just make her a villain for having families."

"Thank you, Mr. Paul. I really appreciate those words."

"You are welcome. Now you should come to her school to sign necessary papers. The police department has reached us; they asked for the parents of the young lady."

"I will definitely show up. Thanks."

Mr. Paul nodded his head as they shook hands with one another. She still looked at them, surprised they couldn't see her or maybe didn't notice her. She frowned her face, realizing that her father had just begun to see the reality of what he had done in the past.