Waking up an Esoteric. Pt 2.

The harsh dryness of her throat started getting to her. Like the past hour or so, she kept swallowing on her throat, with the saliva her only source of moisture for now. Alone in the cold, grey hospital room, she looked around, studying the place.

Why am I here?

Having woken up to dazzled faces and unbelieving eyes, it only confused her as to what's going on. They left an hour before, as the nurses and doctors came in while a few ushered Serene and the two men out. One of the men was by the door, pacing back and forth, full of anxiousness.

He looks familiar.

Those grey green eyes were unmistakable along with his rugged, unshaved beard. His hair was kept under his hat, while his nose was as sharp as Serene's small nose.

Omar?

As she fixed her gaze on him, he felt uncomfortable, as if someone was watching him. Lifting his head up he saw her troubled face. With hesitation taking control over his body and mind, he pushed himself to enter.

Just when he closed the door behind him, she immediately shifted her gaze to the other side of the room, opposite the door, where a jug of water was placed with a few paper cups.

"Should I get you some?" he reffered to the water, after several minutes of trying to figure out what was wrong.

She slowly nodded her head.

That's him. His voice. That's Omar.

"Here," he handed her the paper cup carefully, fearing her fragility.

Cupping it in her hands, she raised it to her pale lips and gulped the water down all in one go.

After tapping his foot unpatiently, the curiosity eating him up inside, six words were let loose from his lips just minutes later.

"Do you know who I am?" he said, a crack apparent in his voice.

"No," she whispered.

Liar.

Minutes passed and she grew tired of her eyes darting around the room, searching for something to focus on. She felt awkward.

"I'll be outside, by the door, if you need anything," he turned around and left, awkwardly.

Why the lie, Natal?

Waking up an Esoteric. Pt 1.

"We can't do this anymore, Serene," he tried convincing her and controlling his temper at the same time.

"Yes, we can and we always will...you should now that by now," she sighed.

I could hear faint voices in the background. Finally, something to hear other than my many echoed thoughts.

"But she's our mother, why won't you understand that?" he argued.

"Omar, she left us when I was just 5 annd you were even younger. Do you even think the concept of "mother" applies to her?"

"It's our sister and her daughter. Wouldn't you want to know if something this bad had happened to your estranged daughter? Put yourself in her shoes! "

"I tried, but I can't since I know that I will never leave my children," she said sharply.

"It's been two months and a few weeks...we've done it that long, she doesn't have to know if we're already this far," she added.

"You know what? I don't care. I'm not asking for you opinion. I am going to tell her," after stressing on the very last part, he picked his phone and keys off the small coffee table and left.

"Omar!" she irritatedly shouted after him when her husband came walking through the door.

"What was that all about? He seemed to be in a hurry," he kissed her forehead.

"Well he's about to make a mistake he soon will regret,"

"Your mom?"

She gently wrapped her arms around his torso as he hugged her closer.

Am I imagining all this? I still don't know yet. This kept going on for sometime, actually, for as long as I can remember. These characters formed in my head, each with their own personality and issues. They always start out fine and end with disputes about their mother, heart breaking, really.

Everything was going smoothly, until that time came were I was blinded with a strong white light.

"Natal?"

I heard a loud, disbelieved voice...a voice that belonged to one of the different characters in my head.

"Natal?! You're awake?!"

This time I could hear it even louder, as if this person to which the voice belonged to was towering over me. That's when I could finally see perfectly...the white light transformed into this image of, who I assume to be Serene, with a tear running down her left cheek, her hand covering her mouth in shock and disbelief.

"Serene,"

I managed to say, more like forced myself to say. And that's when it hit me.

"I'm...awake?"

I finally chocked out.

I was confused.

My thoughts were a blur.

My head was throbbing.

My joints were killing me.

I was in pain, mentally and phsyically.

Waking up an Esoteric. Intro.

Have you ever felt so alone? Did you ever have those days where you felt like an empty person? Well ok, I sure don't know about you, whoever is reading this, but I do know how I feel. Deep down inside I feel hollow. I feel plain, more like an empty cylinder.

All I see is black. Why, you ask? That's another one of my questions to which I have no answer to at all. I feel numb, not my emotions, but physically numb. All I can hear is the echo of my endless roaming thoughts. I don't enjoy doing this, you know...talking to myself. I want to be unleashed from the state I currently am in, but don't have the power of will...moreover, I don't have the power to do so. It seems as if my brain has been put on snooze, leaving my body to sleep a bit longer, except my heart...which is the only reason to why I am still here. Sad, isn't it?

Sometimes I contemplate whether I'm this real person or just a shadow in the dark. Having to feel being left behind is the worst nightmare you can ever experience. Wait, is it a nightmare after all?

You do realise how many questions I have, the only problem is that I don't have the answers to them. These questions don't even make up a quarter of the proportion I have in that tiny selfless ball of a brain up there. What a shame.

But if there's one thing I do know about myself...it's my name.

I'm Natal.