?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Nineteen ?
~Another Tragedy….~
?PAULO?
“Hello, doctor Charles.” Paulo greeted as he walked into the doctor’s office.
The man looked up from his files to Paul and knitted his brows in confusion. “Um, who are you?”
“I guess you can’t remember me again.” Paulo smiled. “Can I at least sit?”
“Uh…yeah. Sure.” Paulo pulled a chair out and sat down opposite from doctor Charles. “So, what can I do for you?”
“Well, firstly, I have to introduce myself to you…” Doctor Charles nodded his head in approval, his hands were folded together and was placed over the desk. “I’m detective Paulo.”
“Detective?”
“Seems like that’s the only thing you picked out.” Paulo muttered to himself. “Well, yeah.”
“What can I do for you, detective?” Doctor Charles questioned, staring directly at Paulo.
“I need answers, doc?” Paulo said, going straight to the point without beating around the bush.
“Answers to what?”
“There was a patient who came to your hospital eighteen years ago.”
“Eighteen years ago? That’s a very long time, detective.” Doctor Charles said, picking his words carefully.
“Yes. But I’m certain you will know this patient when I call his name… Ace Reyes.” He said.
Doctor Charles kept mute, his gaze never left Paulo’s. It took him ten minutes to let out a word. “Ace Reyes…” Charles repeated, trying his possible best to remember the name. “Eighteen years ago?”
“Yes. Do you remember him?”
“Well, I don’t think so.” Charles said, shaking his head slowly. “How old was he?”
“Eight years.” Paulo repeated.
“I can’t really recall, detective but I hope no problem?”
“No. Not at all.” He took out his card and handed it to the doctor. “Please call me when you remember.”
“Sure.” Charles said after collecting the card.
“See you soon then. “Paulo stood up to his feet and left the office.
He slammed the door shut but didn’t leave immediately, he just stood in front of the door.
He knew about his arrival. Those were the first thought that came into his mind.
It took him ten minutes to give answers to his question, which only meant one thing… He was taking things into consideration. He was picking his words carefully because he was being careful not to sli-p the truth out.
Paulo could detect.
Paulo started walking away from the office.
Doctor Charles couldn’t be the killer… Paulo thought to himself. … But someone must have asked him not to say a word.
And all fingers points at…her.
Mrs Naomi Reyes. Ace’s mother. And he will stop at nothing until he find answers, he knows it’s going to take sometime but nothing was going to stop him.
Not even Ace.
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?BALLERINA?
“why are you crying, Heather? What’s going on? Where’s my Aunt?” Ballerina asked, looking around to see if she was going to see her somewhere in the corner, hiding.
But there was no one else in the room aside from Heather and herself.
Something was wrong. Something very bad and it scares the shit out of her.
“My princess…” Heather’s voice trailed off again, Ballerina waited patiently for her to drop the bombshell and finally she did dropped it. “She’s gone.”
“Who is gone?” Ballerina asked not wanting to believe her ears.
“Your aunt…. she’s gone. We found her dead in her room and you were also lying unconscious beside her. At first I thought you were dead but we hurriedly rushed you to the hospital. Doctor Charles performed the surgery. He gave your aunt’s eyes to you, he said it was her last wish.” Heather explained, tears flowing down to her face.
“You are kidding, right?” Ballerina questioned, getting out of the bed, shaking her head continually to the news. “My aunt can’t be dead. Hell, I haven’t even told her how much I love her and admire her, how much I appreciate her for everything she did for me. I haven’t asked her to forgive me for my harsh words towards her…she can’t die. No.” Ballerina said in between sobs.
“I’m sorry.” That was all Heather could say. It wasn’t helpful at all to Ballerina. In fact it made her feel worse.
She should be saying that word to her aunt and not the other way round.
She was the one who broke her heart. She accused her of a crime she knew for fact she knows nothing of.
She cursed her.
She kicked her out of her room.
She doubted her.
She showed her hatred.
And she couldn’t even say sorry to her before she died.
She wasn’t even there at her dying moment.
She wasn’t by her side.
Hell, she didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Just like how she lost her parents… they died without saying goodbye.
She was practically left alone with no one, no family, no mother, no father, no aunt… No one.
Why does tragedy keeps befalling her?
Why does her story have to be filled with one of sadness and brokenness?
Why can’t she be happy like other people?
She quickly ran out of the ward, ignoring Heather’s call.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
She was broken.
She was lost….
She finally came to a stop in front of a garden, she look around and for the first time in five years, she saw the colors of the world. She saw light. She was out of her darkness but still it felt like she was still surrounded by it.
She dropped to the ground and started crying.
Her heart hurts.
Her heart aches.
Another tragedy has befallen her… She has lost a very important person in her life, again.
Maybe she really doesn’t deserve happiness.
Maybe her story is meant to be filled with sadness and sorrows.
She was a curse princess after all…, how could she have forgotten that?
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Ballerina stared at her reflection on the mirror. She has been crying since she woke up from the de-ep sleep, non stop.
Even the tears seem to have dry off that she couldn’t even cry again.
Her hair were messy, her eyes were sad and red, her face were pale, her li-ps were very dried and they were trembling as well, she was looking so thin and broken.
Her hand came up to her face, one word kept repeating in her head as she stared at herself… *So she really did existed.*
She has always wanted to see, she have always wanted to see her aunt’s beautiful face, she have always wanted to hug, ki-ss her with her eyes opened … And now, she can actually finally see but she wasn’t happy…still!
She hates the girl she was seeing on that mirror. She hates the fact that she wouldn’t be able to see her aunt’s pretty face. Who was she kidding? She was even using her eyes.
A sudden anger shot up in her, her face hardened as she glared at the girl in front of her.
She hated this girl, she hated her like crazy. The girl is nothing but a weakling, she is broken, sad, hurt, in pain…and that girl happens to be her.
Officially, she hates herself.
Ballerina slowly closed her eyes and let out a de-ep breath.
She couldn’t see anything due to the fact her eyes were closed… maybe this would have been better. Being blind would have reduce the pain, because she wouldn’t be able to see that girl she hated so much.
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?DOCTOR CHARLES?
“Hello.”
“He came, didn’t he?”
“Yes. How did you know he was going to come?”
“I guessed.” She replied. “Hope you didn’t tell him anything?”
“I didn’t.” He paused. “But why don’t you want to tell him the truth?” He asked after the sudden silent.
“What?”
“Why are you keeping the truth from him… From Ace, I mean?”
“I’m following your instructions, doc. You asked me not to force Ace into remembering his past and most especially the accident. You said the accident caused a big shock to him and would be better if he doesn’t remember about it.”
“Yeah. I did say that but he has pa-ssed that stage, Mrs Reyes. He needs to find his memory soon.” He said.
“Then let him.” She responded nonchalantly.
“He won’t if you don’t help him.”
She let out a sigh throu-ghthe other line. “I can’t.” She muttered. “I have to go now.” With that, she hung up the call.
Doctor Charles stared at the phone blankly, he shrugged off his shoulders and proceeded with his business.
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?PAULO?
Paulo walked out of the elevator and was heading out of the hospital when he bumped into someone for the second time that day.
He must be out of his mind to be bumping into people like this.
He look up at the person to apologize but no words left his li-ps as his gaze met hers. It was her. She was the same girl he bumped into earlier today.
She hasn’t stopped crying. If anything, she was crying har-der than she had earlier today when he saw her.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. She was going to walk away when Paulo caught hold of her wrist, stopping her from making any further step.
“Are you okay?” He asked her, looking de-eply into her eyes. She nodded her head yes then shook it no, she nods again, shook it… She was even confuse. “What happened?” Paulo asked.
“I…” She looked up at him. “Please help me.” She begged.
“What?”
“Please help her. You are a detective, right? I heard you telling that nurse.” She snatched his hand and held it in between hers. “Please help her.”
“Who?” Paulo asked confused.
“My princess.”
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#To Be Continued….