its all my fault..

"what are you doing to me?!! let me get out of here!! you can’t help me.. let me get out of here…..".. one of the patient in the hospital shout… while the 3 nurse is holding her..

"maam you need to relax!! we are here to help you.." the 1 of the nurse said..

"you can’t help me!! leave me alone.."- the patient still struggling..

after a mins. one of the best doctor in the hospital came..

" hold her tightly im going to inject sedative drugs.." the doctor said

after injecting the sedative the patient became calm and the 3 nurse leave the patient but the doctor stay.. to check for the adverse effect.. then..

"are you alright now??" the doctor asked..

"huh.. do you think your ok if the love of your life left you.." patient said sadly..

"sorry i didn’t mean.. to." the doctor said

" all of you is bullshit!! why did you fucking save me??!! i wanna die! so that i won’t feel this pain inside my heart.. it hurts like hell!!" patient said starting to cry..

the doctor sit down beside the patient..

"so your trying to kill yourself.. to forget the pain?? do you think that’s the right thing to do??" doctor asked..

"what is the right thing then?" patient asked the doctor looking straight..
"FIGHT FOR YOUR LOVE" doctor simply answer..
"I CAN"T she’s getting married next week!" patient said
"so?? what’s the matter??? at least you try" doctor said smiling.. like she’s remembering something..

"im (sniff) SHANE!! (sniff) how bout you?" shane said wiping her tears..

"im BETTE!! BETTE PORTER" bette said tapping shane’s shoulder..

"thanks for making me comfortable.."-shane
"im just helping.. because… the love of my life also left me.. and its my fault.." bette said while the tears starting to form in her eyes…

"may i know why??" shane ask
"its a long story about two years ago.."

"i love long story.." shane said smiling…

(this next paragraph is the story of bette..)

"everynight i think of a story that would be suitable for us..but everytime i tried to write  it, the words won’t come out of my tongue.. the words and the stories left hanging in my head.. and i hate it.. i hate it when i think of something good.. a story that has a start, climax, and an ending.. i can’t seem to write it and it makes me frustated and mad because of it..
         im not a writer.. never was i, but sometimes i wish.. because when i look at her.. i run out of thoughts.. to say what i feel, to express what i felt, i would make a scenario for the two of us, and i think of what id hope.. we’d be doing or what im gonna say.. but as i said it never leaves my tongue and i think it will always remain in the deepest part of my heart, of my mind hidden by thick layers of memory.. LOCKED FOREVER..