The Broken Mind: LYSANDER
It was over. Wasn’t it?
Pacin’ my room early this mornin’, I stared at the screen of my phone with anger that was evident on my face.
What was I thinkin’?
Or rather, what was I seein’?
What if I was only dreamin’? Why get married to ‘im when she was with ‘im from the beginnin’? Takin’ a seat on my bed, I groaned in pain.
The fall from days ago was still tellin’ on my body.
How was I so careless with myself?
Placin’ the phone on the table next to the bed, I heaved a sigh as I managed to fall on it, but gently.
My head hurt too much and I couldn’t take any more pain. For all that I knew, I could always come back to my phone and see the pictures of the couple.
They looked ugly in it, although I knew it was a lie. What were they tryin’ to do? Anger surged inside of me. Maybe ’cause at some point, I believed she was the one for me.
Why did I think so?
And still, go ahead to be that way to her?
Haven’t I offended Nyssa enough already? Shuttin’ my eyes, I listened to the beepin’ of my phone. It was the alarm. It made me stand on my feet while I reached for the livin’ room. This was the time when I got somethin’ to eat, and there was barely anythin’ in the house.
What do I do?
I was hungry.
Standin’ back on my feet, I led the way to the kitchen. There had to be somethin’ I could improvise with in the meantime, and with this, I walked to the burner corner where the cooker was located. Takin’ the kettle in my hand, I placed it on the burner after fillin’ it with water.
Tea would do.
At least in the meantime.
There was no way I would not go anymore, by evenin’ at least. The road would be safe and I would get a hold of myself by that time. The thought of it gave me glints of hope, showin’ through my eyes and I caught up with the diner with a mug of tea soon enough.
After the embarrassment of my life, the woman I believed I was in love with caused me to be in the house and not go out. The more reason I had fewer meals in the house. How could she do a thing like that? Even though she wasn’t wrong, she didn’t have to embarrass me in the presence of many people watchin’, while her so-called husband did nothin’ but take videos of the moment.
It was my fault.
I heaved a sigh and sipped some more from the mug.
Was I to be blamed in this case? Of course, not. Another sigh ran out of my mouth while I thought ’bout how to leave the house in the evenin’.
There was my car to help, realizin’, I was on my feet and headin’ back to the kitchen where the mug was dropped.
Relaxin’ on one of the couches, I dozed off to open my eyes around evenin’. Fair enough, this seemed to me like the right time to go for the trip I had looked forward to, but not without takin’ my bath.
When I came out of the bathroom, I seemed all ready for my journey.
Headin’ to the wardrobe, I took out an outfit I thought would be good for the moment, and in moments, I was more than ready, headin’ to the door after snatchin’ the key to my car from the table next to the bed.
I had hopped in my car when it dawned on me that I didn’t take the card I would use to pay.
But it was too late. I was more than tired of hoppin’ down and goin’ back into the house – not when I had my phone that could be used for that purpose.
The man I employed at the gate did a good job, while I drove out of the compound, more than ready to face the people although I wasn’t very certain.
What if I was stoned to death?
They already knew how I tried to kill Nyssa.
She didn’t hide it.
She said it all to their hearin’ and even those that didn’t hear watched the video Kazmir made of me on the internet.
One part of me concentrated on my thoughts. Another on the sterlin’ in my hand then the last part on what people might have to say ’bout me. It was too late, not really but almost. All I heard were shouts from the citizens, and I was goin’ to look up – but it was too late.
I crashed into an oncomin’ trailer.
I was in a room.
The smell in here was that of medicines.
Injections, rather. I scanned the space with my eyes and tried to sit up, fallin’ back by the pressure from the drip ropes tied around my hand.
So where was I?
The door opened. In fear, I looked towards it and a man in a white coat led his way in my direction. “You’re awake, Mr. Lysander. How are you doin’? How do you feel?”
How did I feel?
I tried to sit up again, but the man held me back. “I’m a doctor, Mr. Lysander. I’m not tryin’ to hurt you, mm? Stay back so that we can talk.”
I relaxed once more.
At least, I was safe. “Who is Lysander?”
He gave a nod and looked at a woman who walked into the space. She was also wearin’ a white coat.
“It’s confirmed. The hit he had with his head was too much, nurse. What do we do?”
What do they do?
’bout what exactly?
And who has amnesia?
Me?
Why couldn’t I even recall somethin’? Anythin’ at all? Starin’ at the figures before me, I shook my head and asked, obviously tired from a bangin’ head. “What is goin’ on here, Doctor? And who has amnesia?”
“You do, Mr. Lysander. You were involved in a fatal accident that almost took your life.”
“Wh-what?”
“But here you are and not dead. Do you remember somethin’? Anythin’ at all? What were you goin’ to do in your car before the accident happened?”
I tried to recall somethin’.
At first, I believed that the man was lyin’.
Nothin’ was comin’ to my mind. It seemed like what the man was sayin’ was the truth, even though I wanted to believe otherwise. I had amnesia, indeed.