In a new beginning http://piginoz.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-new-beginning.html, the story was told from the viewpoint of Sam, the
psychiatrist, here is a continuation of Eva’s story from Sam’s point of view.
I sat in my office
waiting for my next appointment. I flipped open the file:
A happy wedding turned into a sad funeral.
Matt, the bridegroom was no more and Eva can only weep sorrowfully at the
heavens as they will be forever separated in life. She wore her blood stained
white wedding dress for three days and three nights as she stared at his picture. At
the hospital, she refused to leave Matt, so much that her family have to
request the medical staff to sedate her so that Matt can be prepared for the
funeral service. She would eat nothing as the only thing she can feel now is
emptiness. She no longer lives because her love, her heart and soul had died
with him.
Eva, sitting alone in her blood stained
white wedding dress on the floor of the bathroom, resembled a withering rose.
Eva did eventually get off the floor of that bathroom. It was 2
a.m when I received the call from ED. My patient almost drowned. She walked
alone to the lake where Matt proposed and jumped in from the spot where he
asked her to marry him just a mere two month ago. The water was freezing and
she was in hypothermia. When I walked into ED, she was as cold as ice and she
was pale. Lifeless. Somehow the hot blankets worked, somehow, after 2 hours of
continuous resuscitation effort, her temperature returned to normal and her
heart started beating again. Literally, but when she was conscious, her eyes
were like glass, she couldn’t and wouldn’t utter a single word. She as the masses
would say, is heartbroken.
So now she sits in my office and I am trying to help her. But
first, I need to convince her to reveal her past. She started by telling me her
experiences when she was a child.
So what if they call me a prostitute"?so what if i really am a
prostitute?some states even fight for the rights to legalize
prostitution..........and i never thought that prostitution is not a proper
job. for millions of years, people have done barter trading. selling personal
goods and services in return for something else. which is what i did. so you
wanna call me a prostitute?Go ahead.
I am just a girl. True, i sell my body for people who can help me
fulfill my dreams. i remember i was 16 years old. My tuition teacher always
liked me. He buys me things and cuddles me. He was a man in his 40s but he has
given me so much in terms of knowledge and experience. and the most important
referral letter that i needed to get a scholarship to go to university when i
was 17. So my results are mediocre. but i managed to get in the top highest
medical school in the country.
University is a gate to the big world. Yes, the big world is full of big
bad wolves and also..................perverts.........this is where i met my
mentor......Carl...........he was a part time lecturer but he really is a full
time medical officer at a local hospital near my university. Attending Carl's
lectures, i can never pay attention to the subject he is lecturing on. I only
have eyes for him. Thus begin my infactuation to the very handsome and very
charismatic lecturer. Only one problem...he is married...unhappily.....
How would i know?He told me..as soon i was to be doing research under
him. Which is my life's dream. To see him everyday. It makes every girl die
happy. Many nights we spend together in our research laboratory. Seeking cure
to mankinds greatest fear. Sickness and diseases.....research was C's
life......work is also his life........because he has no other life. Married
for the past 5 years with no signs of marital life. It was a "
"loveless" marriage. He once told me he feels very trapped in his
family and that his wife does not understand him.
2 years. I worked under C for 2 years where my infactuation grew into
true love. I would do anything for this man if he asks me. Everytime i look at
him, i was filled with a desire to bring him love and care and all the
happiness in this world. One night, it was a particularly busy quarter...and
all lab work need to be completed to be published in the summer version of the
journal of medicine in order for the next semester's grant for research to be
approved. Everyone in the team was working really hard and we were all
physically and mentally exhausted. I couldn't stand the look of C's baggy puffy
eyes so i went to the cafeteria to get us some coffee...........
The hallways were dark. I was alone and i began to worry as i hear
footsteps behind me...........my heart started beating really fast and i walked
as fast i could to the coffee machine....suddenly i hear a very loud sound and
everything was pitch black.
I woke up in a hospital bed. The first sensation I could feel was
pain. I couldn’t remember anything. The police came and took my statement. I
was told that they found me by the trash, naked and violated. My face was badly
bruised and my ribs were broken in three places. There was a 10 centimeter scar
across my neck from my right ear down my throat. My attackers were obviously
never trained medically as they missed all my jugular veins. I lied in the
trash for almost three hours before the janitor found me. It was a miracle that
I was alive.
Life as I know it from that point onwards was over. I didn’t know
how to live with me because I hardly know myself. The first time I looked into
the mirror five days after I woke up, I screamed at the stranger staring back
at me.
C never once looked down on me or
my dark murky past. When I felt that I was drowning, he was there to lend me a
hand to pull me out of the water. I took showers about ten times each day
because I can always feel that there is filth on me and I must have been
washing my hands about 100 times a day. Still C never once judged me. He stood
by me and he gave me hope. He was the reason I learned to walk again in this
long winding and bumpy road we call life.
He accepted me for me and for
that i learned that i must accept him from him. Many nights were spent alone in
his big empty house, waiting. It was all part and parcel of being with someone
so full of ambition.
But sometimes, the nights can be
lonely. But i have learned from past failed relationships that love means
accepting a person's good qualities and accepting and learning to love those
that werent. Because nobody is perfect.
But C being him, is just this
perfect guy that wants his girl to have a perfect world. We are two people that
are very much in love, and for me, he was willing to give up anything.
I could not let him do that. i
could never let him give up his dreams for me. So i choose to let go. I choose
to end the relationship this time. Before everything turns sour. I said harsh
words. Very harsh words. And then i do what i do best. I disappeared and did
not looked back.
You see, MSF does this mission
once in a while to specific areas in the world where medical services are
needed. If he passed it up, i have no idea when the same chance will come
again. i have always believed that if you truly love a person, you do not try
to possess him or to keep him by your side, as that is never the main aim. If
you truly love someone, you would want him to be happy. And that when you see
that he is happy, chasing after his dreams and living it, you would be happy
too. No matter how painful it takes for you to put that sharp knife through
yourself.
It was a painful step, but i was necessary in order for him to be
able to go out on his own, and be free to chase his own dreams, even if those
dreams do not include me.
About 6 weeks after I left, I had an accident. We were unloading
supplies into a medical camp when suddenly……………….
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