Chapter 21
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Malika.
Alexandria, Egypt.
December 18, 2009.
12:30 am.
The bedsheets were twisted around Malika's body from turning so often. She felt a sudden rush of insomnia attacking every cell in her body. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes; her mind wouldn't stop thinking about what happened to her, she couldn't figure out an answer.
She closed her eyes tight and held her head. "Is it psychosis?!" she said loudly yet she didn't have a response to her own question. She sighed loudly and went to the balcony to have some fresh air. The street was quiet and empty, and the weather was chilly yet a bit warm.
She looked back at her bed and glimpsed sleeping pills on the nightstand. She went back to her bed and swallowed one pill then closed the balcony and the drapes to make the room a block of darkness. She laid on the bed and the cool pillow touched her face sending shivers all over her body.
4:00 am.
All her muscles were in peace, eyelids closed and her breaths deep and relaxed. Her consciousness swirled in a dream, it felt more like a memory resurfaced. Suddenly she took deep breaths and moved swiftly then rested on her left side. Her breaths became shallow and her face became agonized; the dream hunted her soul and body.
***
"It is my fault; I shouldn't have told Addaya what I saw," said a deep old male voice. "Tell Noah I'm sorry."
The vision was a blur; it was a hazy image of a man with grayish hair, a tall athletic body wearing black pants and a dark green polo shirt with long sleeves. Malika looked around; she was in a foreign empty space. She rested her hands over her chest; the air was running out of her lungs and a tightness in her throat made her tightened her grasp over her shirt.
She opened her mouth to speak yet no sound came out just her hopeless attempts of catching lost gone breath. She looked again at the man; her vision became hazier.
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***
"WAIT!" Malika said and opened her eyes swiftly and painfully, her whole body covered in her heavy sweats. She tried to set up but her moves slowed by a tremendous amount of pain rippled through her body. She ignored the obvious pain and went directly to the balcony next to her bed, trying to organize her sharp breaths.
"It's not a dream, it can't be a dream," she whispered to herself, moving her hair away from her sweaty forehead.
3:30 pm.
Hours passed felt like decades to her. The moment she woke up from this tiring dream, sleep left her tired and hungry for answers. She started her day early; went to her job hours before her shift. She buried herself in work desperate to get her mind of the dream, yet her mind kept telling her it wasn't just a dream.
She wanted to call Farah to tell her what happened, but she didn't know what to say, how to explain what she saw or how she felt, she was dazed and confused but later she decided to call her.
"Farah," Malika said through the phone; her voice was hesitated and low. "I think something is wrong." she didn't wait for Farah to respond and said, "I don't know, but something is wrong! Something is happening to me!"
Farah didn't say anything, yet her load breathing was clearly heard through the phone. "What happened? Are you okay?" Farah said.
"I—" Malika was about to say what she was thinking about but suddenly stopped. She held her breath and opened her eyes widely as the memory came rushing back. A fragmented memory came together like pieces of a puzzle. The same suffocating feeling took over her shocked body.
**
December 17, 2009.
11:45 am.
"That's creepy." Malika took all the papyrus from the box and spread it on the car's hood. With endless questions taking over her mind, one question was louder than the others; what if for some unrealistic reason the story written on these papyruses was true?
A sudden shiny light reflected from the box hit her eyes. She left the papyrus on the car and reach her hand inside the box. She held a red amethyst oval quartz gemstone necklace with a clear silver chain between her slim fingers. Despite her light touch over the hard quartz, it cut her finger and her blood dripped over the chain and her hand swiftly.
She felt pain on the back of her head; her face went pale as if all the blood ran out of her body, she was barely breathing. She took one step backward; her sight went hazy. In a matter of seconds, the ground beneath her vibrated and she crumpled falling hard on the ground with her hand tightly holding the necklace and eventually she lost her consciousness.
She opened her eyes slowly to adjust to the place she was in. A place with no end; empty white void space. Her body started to feel more normal, she stood up looking for any clues to figure out where she was.
She started to walk hoping she could find anything to stop this scary feeling from crawling into her soul. She stopped suddenly and screamed, nothing in return, just her echo hitting back at her.
"Malika," a deep old male voice said behind her, she startled. She slowly turned and she saw a man in his mid-fifties, grayish hair, tall athletic body wearing black pants and a dark green polo shirt with long sleeves.
"Who are you?" her voice was shaking. It was the same man with the same sad tone in his voice.
"I'm Donggun… Noah's father," Donggun said and looked at the ground, hiding his face from Malika's gaze.
"Noah's father…!"
"Tell Noah I'm sorry," Donggun said and looked into Malika's eyes. She felt the sadness coming through his teary eyes.
**
"MALIKA!" Farah screamed on the other side, made Malika dropped her phone and held onto her chair for balance.
"Yes!" she held the phone again with shaking hands.
"What do you think it means?!" Farah said. "I don't know exactly what I saw but… it felt real and scary."
"Sorry…what?!"
"What do you mean what? Haven't you been listening to me?"
"Sorry…I was— distracted, what did you say?"
"Nothing Malika… I said nothing," Farah said and sighed. Malika's hand kept shaking from what she remembered. Her heart was racing almost felt like it was ripping itself out.
"Let's meet at my house tonight, I have a patient now, bye!" Malika blurted, she hung up then slammed the phone hard on her desk. "Fuck!"
Malika knew that she must reach Noah. She tried to call him, but he didn't answer. She kept calling him the whole day until his phone was turned off.
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Malika.
Alexandria, Egypt.
December 18, 2009.
12:30 am.
The bedsheets were twisted around Malika's body from turning so often. She felt a sudden rush of insomnia attacking every cell in her body. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes; her mind wouldn't stop thinking about what happened to her, she couldn't figure out an answer.
She closed her eyes tight and held her head. "Is it psychosis?!" she said loudly yet she didn't have a response to her own question. She sighed loudly and went to the balcony to have some fresh air. The street was quiet and empty, and the weather was chilly yet a bit warm.
She looked back at her bed and glimpsed sleeping pills on the nightstand. She went back to her bed and swallowed one pill then closed the balcony and the drapes to make the room a block of darkness. She laid on the bed and the cool pillow touched her face sending shivers all over her body.
4:00 am.
All her muscles were in peace, eyelids closed and her breaths deep and relaxed. Her consciousness swirled in a dream, it felt more like a memory resurfaced. Suddenly she took deep breaths and moved swiftly then rested on her left side. Her breaths became shallow and her face became agonized; the dream hunted her soul and body.
***
"It is my fault; I shouldn't have told Addaya what I saw," said a deep old male voice. "Tell Noah I'm sorry."
The vision was a blur; it was a hazy image of a man with grayish hair, a tall athletic body wearing black pants and a dark green polo shirt with long sleeves. Malika looked around; she was in a foreign empty space. She rested her hands over her chest; the air was running out of her lungs and a tightness in her throat made her tightened her grasp over her shirt.
She opened her mouth to speak yet no sound came out just her hopeless attempts of catching lost gone breath. She looked again at the man; her vision became hazier.
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***
"WAIT!" Malika said and opened her eyes swiftly and painfully, her whole body covered in her heavy sweats. She tried to set up but her moves slowed by a tremendous amount of pain rippled through her body. She ignored the obvious pain and went directly to the balcony next to her bed, trying to organize her sharp breaths.
"It's not a dream, it can't be a dream," she whispered to herself, moving her hair away from her sweaty forehead.
3:30 pm.
Hours passed felt like decades to her. The moment she woke up from this tiring dream, sleep left her tired and hungry for answers. She started her day early; went to her job hours before her shift. She buried herself in work desperate to get her mind of the dream, yet her mind kept telling her it wasn't just a dream.
She wanted to call Farah to tell her what happened, but she didn't know what to say, how to explain what she saw or how she felt, she was dazed and confused but later she decided to call her.
"Farah," Malika said through the phone; her voice was hesitated and low. "I think something is wrong." she didn't wait for Farah to respond and said, "I don't know, but something is wrong! Something is happening to me!"
Farah didn't say anything, yet her load breathing was clearly heard through the phone. "What happened? Are you okay?" Farah said.
"I—" Malika was about to say what she was thinking about but suddenly stopped. She held her breath and opened her eyes widely as the memory came rushing back. A fragmented memory came together like pieces of a puzzle. The same suffocating feeling took over her shocked body.
**
December 17, 2009.
11:45 am.
"That's creepy." Malika took all the papyrus from the box and spread it on the car's hood. With endless questions taking over her mind, one question was louder than the others; what if for some unrealistic reason the story written on these papyruses was true?
A sudden shiny light reflected from the box hit her eyes. She left the papyrus on the car and reach her hand inside the box. She held a red amethyst oval quartz gemstone necklace with a clear silver chain between her slim fingers. Despite her light touch over the hard quartz, it cut her finger and her blood dripped over the chain and her hand swiftly.
She felt pain on the back of her head; her face went pale as if all the blood ran out of her body, she was barely breathing. She took one step backward; her sight went hazy. In a matter of seconds, the ground beneath her vibrated and she crumpled falling hard on the ground with her hand tightly holding the necklace and eventually she lost her consciousness.
She opened her eyes slowly to adjust to the place she was in. A place with no end; empty white void space. Her body started to feel more normal, she stood up looking for any clues to figure out where she was.
She started to walk hoping she could find anything to stop this scary feeling from crawling into her soul. She stopped suddenly and screamed, nothing in return, just her echo hitting back at her.
"Malika," a deep old male voice said behind her, she startled. She slowly turned and she saw a man in his mid-fifties, grayish hair, tall athletic body wearing black pants and a dark green polo shirt with long sleeves.
"Who are you?" her voice was shaking. It was the same man with the same sad tone in his voice.
"I'm Donggun… Noah's father," Donggun said and looked at the ground, hiding his face from Malika's gaze.
"Noah's father…!"
"Tell Noah I'm sorry," Donggun said and looked into Malika's eyes. She felt the sadness coming through his teary eyes.
**
"MALIKA!" Farah screamed on the other side, made Malika dropped her phone and held onto her chair for balance.
"Yes!" she held the phone again with shaking hands.
"What do you think it means?!" Farah said. "I don't know exactly what I saw but… it felt real and scary."
"Sorry…what?!"
"What do you mean what? Haven't you been listening to me?"
"Sorry…I was— distracted, what did you say?"
"Nothing Malika… I said nothing," Farah said and sighed. Malika's hand kept shaking from what she remembered. Her heart was racing almost felt like it was ripping itself out.
"Let's meet at my house tonight, I have a patient now, bye!" Malika blurted, she hung up then slammed the phone hard on her desk. "Fuck!"
Malika knew that she must reach Noah. She tried to call him, but he didn't answer. She kept calling him the whole day until his phone was turned off.
Malika.Alexandria, Egypt.December 18, 2009.12:30 am.The bedsheets were twisted around Malika's body from turning so often. She felt a sudden rush of insomnia attacking every cell in her body. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes; her mind wouldn't stop thinking about what happened to her, she couldn't figure out an answer.She closed her eyes tight and held her head. "Is it psychosis?!" she said loudly yet she didn't have a response to her own question. She sighed loudly and went to the balcony to have some fresh air. The street was quiet and empty, and the weather was chilly yet a bit warm.She looked back at her bed and glimpsed sleeping pills on the nightstand. She went back to her bed and swallowed one pill then closed the balcony and the drapes to make the room a block of darkness. She laid on the bed and the cool pillow touched her face sending shivers all over her body.4:00 am.All her muscles were in peace, eyelids closed and her breaths deep and relaxed. Her consciousness swirled in a dream, it felt more like a memory resurfaced. Suddenly she took deep breaths and moved swiftly then rested on her left side. Her breaths became shallow and her face became agonized; the dream hunted her soul and body.***"It is my fault; I shouldn't have told Addaya what I saw," said a deep old male voice. "Tell Noah I'm sorry."The vision was a blur; it was a hazy image of a man with grayish hair, a tall athletic body wearing black pants and a dark green polo shirt with long sleeves. Malika looked around; she was in a foreign empty space. She rested her hands over her chest; the air was running out of her lungs and a tightness in her throat made her tightened her grasp over her shirt.She opened her mouth to speak yet no sound came out just her hopeless attempts of catching lost gone breath. She looked again at the man; her vision became hazier.Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. ***"WAIT!" Malika said and opened her eyes swiftly and painfully, her whole body covered in her heavy sweats. She tried to set up but her moves slowed by a tremendous amount of pain rippled through her body. She ignored the obvious pain and went directly to the balcony next to her bed, trying to organize her sharp breaths."It's not a dream, it can't be a dream," she whispered to herself, moving her hair away from her sweaty forehead.3:30 pm.Hours passed felt like decades to her. The moment she woke up from this tiring dream, sleep left her tired and hungry for answers. She started her day early; went to her job hours before her shift. She buried herself in work desperate to get her mind of the dream, yet her mind kept telling her it wasn't just a dream.She wanted to call Farah to tell her what happened, but she didn't know what to say, how to explain what she saw or how she felt, she was dazed and confused but later she decided to call her."Farah," Malika said through the phone; her voice was hesitated and low. "I think something is wrong." she didn't wait for Farah to respond and said, "I don't know, but something is wrong! Something is happening to me!"Farah didn't say anything, yet her load breathing was clearly heard through the phone. "What happened? Are you okay?" Farah said."I" Malika was about to say what she was thinking about but suddenly stopped. She held her breath and opened her eyes widely as the memory came rushing back. A fragmented memory came together like pieces of a puzzle. The same suffocating feeling took over her shocked body.**December 17, 2009.11:45 am."That's creepy." Malika took all the papyrus from the box and spread it on the car's hood. With endless questions taking over her mind, one question was louder than the others; what if for some unrealistic reason the story written on these papyruses was true?A sudden shiny light reflected from the box hit her eyes. She left the papyrus on the car and reach her hand inside the box. She held a red amethyst oval quartz gemstone necklace with a clear silver chain between her slim fingers. Despite her light touch over the hard quartz, it cut her finger and her blood dripped over the chain and her hand swiftly.She felt pain on the back of her head; her face went pale as if all the blood ran out of her body, she was barely breathing. She took one step backward; her sight went hazy. In a matter of seconds, the ground beneath her vibrated and she crumpled falling hard on the ground with her hand tightly holding the necklace and eventually she lost her consciousness.She opened her eyes slowly to adjust to the place she was in. A place with no end; empty white void space. Her body started to feel more normal, she stood up looking for any clues to figure out where she was.She started to walk hoping she could find anything to stop this scary feeling from crawling into her soul. She stopped suddenly and screamed, nothing in return, just her echo hitting back at her."Malika," a deep old male voice said behind her, she startled. She slowly turned and she saw a man in his mid-fifties, grayish hair, tall athletic body wearing black pants and a dark green polo shirt with long sleeves."Who are you?" her voice was shaking. It was the same man with the same sad tone in his voice."I'm Donggun Noah's father," Donggun said and looked at the ground, hiding his face from Malika's gaze."Noah's father!""Tell Noah I'm sorry," Donggun said and looked into Malika's eyes. She felt the sadness coming through his teary eyes.**"MALIKA!" Farah screamed on the other side, made Malika dropped her phone and held onto her chair for balance."Yes!" she held the phone again with shaking hands."What do you think it means?!" Farah said. "I don't know exactly what I saw but it felt real and scary.""Sorrywhat?!""What do you mean what? Haven't you been listening to me?""SorryI was distracted, what did you say?""Nothing Malika I said nothing," Farah said and sighed. Malika's hand kept shaking from what she remembered. Her heart was racing almost felt like it was ripping itself out."Let's meet at my house tonight, I have a patient now, bye!" Malika blurted, she hung up then slammed the phone hard on her desk. "Fuck!"Malika knew that she must reach Noah. She tried to call him, but he didn't answer. She kept calling him the whole day until his phone was turned off.
