Ava
I want to cry. I hate to see the state Elena is in now. I’m pained I can’t do anything to make her feel better or rectify the mistakes. I park in front of my mansion. It’s black out. Nobody can see if I’m in the car or not. I can’t wait to be in my room to let it out and free myself from the tightness in my chest.
I pull out my phone from my bag. I want to check on Elena if she’s better now. I cannot help her, but all I can do at this point is check up on her and give her the shoulder to cry on. When I do that, I feel a little better. She doesn’t pick up, so I send a text instead.
Elena Deloris: Best, are you okay? You can talk to me if you need to. You will feel better.
I wait for a reply in the next five minutes but I don’t receive any. Maybe she’s asleep.
I grab my bag as I step out of my car.
The house is quiet, but I don’t look around. My mind is not settled yet, all I have in mind now is Elena and Diana in coma.
My family is rich and my parents are always busy. At least, that’s what they say. Both of my parents are rich. Actually, my mother got her wealth from her family while dad worked hard for his. I’m not the only child. I have a brother but he is out of the country just as my parents are. I’m always the one around or the one left alone. Maybe that’s the reason they all spoil me with goodies, including my brother.
He’s sweet and even sweeter when he gives me update about how things are for him. I also do the same. Maybe that is why he was the first person I asked what happened to Diana, and how she got into coma. I forgot he’s always been away. He isn’t the right person to give me the answers but mom or dad.
Mom especially is never at home. Dad visits sometimes, but good thing they are still together and happy as a couple. I know I should have the answer, but I’m a student. I am not always at home. Even though my parents travel often, they do come around once in a while, and last I checked, mom was around that week Diana fell into a coma.
Diana is one of our house helpers, but she is close to me like a sister. She keeps me company when the house gets lonely and boring, and when I’m not with Elena. I cried when mom told me about it, but I didn’t bother knowing how she fell into coma. I was just overwhelmed in shock.
I enter into the living room and see one of my mom’s expensive bags on the couch. Mom is around? Smile spreads on my thin lips as I hasten my step.
“Beautiful Ferry is home!” I say it loud so she could hear me. I’m surprised she didn’t inform me she’d be home today, just like she didn’t tell me when she left. It’s always been that way.
“Honey, how are you?” the pink lip gloss shine on her lips as she smiles at me.
“I miss you. Did you miss me?” she asks. Ferry is a gorgeous woman. Sometimes, I want to snap a picture of her and go put it in the museum. She’s beautiful with her light brown hair, always in those fitted elastic gowns on her, like the one she is wearing now. Well, I guess that’s where I get my beauty from-like mother like daughter.
“You bet your life, I did.” I giggle. She’s the sweetest person. When she heard about Diana’s situation, she did what needed to be done immediately, getting her a personal doctor and paying up for her treatment.
“Well, that just earned you a gift from me.” she says, holding my hands as we walk upstairs.
“What is it, mom?” I’m too curious, so I ask.
“You have me here for a week, honey. I took a break just for you.” she smiles as we reach her bedroom. She pushes the door open and there are plenty of dresses I like, actually, it’s the brand that I like.
“Don’t mess with me Ferry, are you serious?” I giggle, planting a kiss on her cheek. If it’s true then I don’t get to feel lonely here for a week.
She hadn’t been home for seven days. I call her by her name because that’s what she wants. It sounds sweeter than mom.
“You can do anything you want to me if I dare lie to my sweet daughter.” she smiles, pulling my cheek a bit. My mind goes back to Elena all of a sudden. I wish she has a mom like mine. She wouldn’t have to feel that loneliness her dad left her. Avera makes it worse.
I have to go check on Diana, so I slip out of her hold. Since I have her for a week, there is enough time to open the packages and gifts with her. I stand in front of the room my mother gave to Diana when she fell into coma. I open the door and she’s still in the same way I have always seen her each time I check up on her.
I still can’t believe what happened. My mother said Diana was cleaning the stairs when she slipped and fell down. It wasn’t the first time Diana clean the stairs, so I don’t understand how she was quite careless the last time and slip.
“How is she?” mom asks. I didn’t hear her enter the room.
“She’s still the same mom.” I tell her, sad.
She makes a sad face and grabs my hands. “Come on, let’s leave her to the doctor. I’m sure he is taking proper care of her.” she smiles again, taking me out of the room but something in me doesn’t want to leave yet, to leave Diana alone in that room.