Chapter 3 Memories

I lay still on the bed, my gaze fixed on the white ceiling.

It's seems old, with brownish mark stained on few corners.

Could it be leaking?-probably yes.

But that not to my concern right now.

Closing my eyes, nightmares flooded in.

I saw myself been trapped in a toilet, monsters surrounded me, with a grim smile on their lips, and eyes widened in excitement.

They approached me slowly, footsteps drawing close.

I moved back, my gaze pleading.

Got to the end of the wall; no way to turn, run, or hide.

All I did was to crouch down, burying my face in my thighs.

Suddenly, i was jerk up by two guys, pinning me directly on the wall.

A girl stepped forward, her voice dripping in excitement. "Oh, this is going to be fun-"

"Mr Angel, Mr Angel." I opened my eyes, my gaze meeting Yo-Yo, the heavenly system repayment.

"How's you're memories." He asked.

My memories? Gently, I sat up, my body surging in pains.

I stared at him, SIGH! "It's back..." ...even though i wish it wasn't.

But~

"But seem not all my memories are restored."

"Meaning?"

" I can't seem to remember how i got into an accident."

"Huh! That's weird." Something immediately shoot out from his eye, scanning my entire body.

"Well Mr Angel, the good news is that you're recovering quickly, but the bad news is that, it seems that part of your memory is locked for unknown reason."

"How does that-" but before I could complete my sentence. BANG!

A loud thud was heard.

It came from the entrance door, sending me on high alert.

I saw a woman-my mother.

she's dark skin, not very dark, wearing a colorful outfit.

Her gaze fixed on me, rushing towards me, hands apart, with a bag hanged on her shoulder.

"Mr Angel...," turning my gaze towards Yo-yo.

"it seems one of you relation has come to visit, warning: to avoid suspicion, please do behave as if you truly have lost your memories for the time being." He said.

My gaze returned back to my mother, who stood right beside me now.

"My son, how is you?" She spoke, my ear was struck.

STARING! I think something is wrong with my memories, somehow didn't remember my mom has bad English until now.

"Han-gel! Han-gel!" She called out, stroking my face.

I did not reply, after all i still had to pretend as if i have no recognition of anything.

"Han-gel, are nothing not o-okay it you?" She asked, her voice laced with worries.

But all i did was stare at her without breaking a word. Watching her closely, her dramatic act quite intriguing, not only to me but to the people in the room.

"Doc-tor! Doc-tor!" She shouted. Her body vibrates to every words she says.

"Doc-tor!"

Placing her hands on her head.

"Doc-tor!"

Rubbing her hands on her laps.

"Doc-tor!"

Unwrapping and rewrapping her first layer of wrapper.

"Doc-tor!"

Her scarf fell out, exposing braided hair.

She picked it up, sweat glittering on her skin.

I still sat unmoved.

Mom please calm down, I said inwardly

You're been too over dramatic.

People are staring at you... please~

"Doc-tor!! My child, okay, is not." My mom said. Her words; it's as if her tongue and teeth are fighting an wholesome battle. Fighting against colonization, not wanting to depart from one's origin or be forgotten.

"DOC-TOR OHHHH!" She called much louder then before.

My eardrum almost went a wired.

Almost sure that, i might remain in this hospital for not more than a reason, but deafness could be added to my diagnosis.

But luckily, before my mother could scream again, doctor Gabriel walked in with an air of confidence.

"Madam please calm down, this is an hospital."

"How is me to calm down, when my child is in this condition?"

"And you are?-"

"His... His mama, na me born em."

"Oh! Please come this way i'll explain everything to you." He stretched half his hand right at the entrance door.

"Hmm, okay." My mom followed.

Whispers began to flood in.

"Oh God, who's this woman?"

"She's so... LOCAL."

"How could they allow a psychopath into an hospital room."

"After all this not a psychiatric home."

"Yeah, what if she injure one of us?"

"Tell me about it-"

"Ain't you going to say something about it?" Yo-yo asked.

I remain shut, listening to their conversations.

That doesn't mean I was calm about it.

Of course i was angry, but~

"Say what?"

The patients malicing words grew louder.

"Something to defend you mother honor."

"My mother honor?" I said weakly.

"If she was looking for a child to defend her honor, why did she have me as one?"

"Pardon?"

"I'm tired Yo-yo...," lying down on the bed. "...after all you asked me to pretend to have no recognition." Throwing the sheet cover over my head.

"But-"

"Yo-yo... i'm tired, please let me rest." I said.

My hands folded, blood boiling.

Sorry mom, sorry for having such a weak, and defenseless son.