Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

I was walking along this dark and eerie mountain road desperately trying to call Ryan, but every time I did it just went straight to his voicemail. The reason I had gotten out of the car and began walking was not only because I wanted to talk to him, it was also because I was angry.

He knew where I was going. It could only mean that he was tracking me. Even though I had sold my soul, practically, I never liked being controlled. That was the reason I dropped out because I couldn’t allow myself to keep on doing the bullies’ bidding and I didn’t have the source or strength to fight them alone.

I dialed again with the same result.

He was probably busy f*cking that hot stripper that he had brought home.

I was fuming even without being conscious of my thoughts.

I continued walking. I could feel the frustration and anger slowly building up inside me.

” You stupid punk… You… You moron…. ”

I almost yelled at the rock that was lying on the road. I kicked it hard as it went flying somewhere down the slope.

“Aaahhhhh! You can ask them to pick me up and see me off and send your chopper to take me back to your prison but you can’t pick my call…. Why would you huh! Ryan Bane! Why would you? You love playing with people. That’s your favorite job apart from tearing people’s limbs off… Isn’t it? ”

I was yelling at the darkness.

It seemed to be closing in on me, and I couldn’t help but feel more and more panicked with every passing moment. I kept calling and calling, hoping that he would pick up eventually. But all I got was the same automated message.

I looked back.

The light of the car, guiding me so far was also gone. Did the chauffeur also abandon me at the moment.

Very well, because going back was out of the question.

I turned around and haughtily walked forward, towards the hospital.

I felt so alone and helpless in that dark and unfamiliar place.

It was my ego that pushed me on.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The road got muddier as I kept climbing the steep steps alone.

I was astonished at the absence of a proper road over there.

Where then was the car going to take me to?

Perhaps there was another way.

I didn’t know.

So judging by the look of the place, it was huge. My eyes couldn’t take in all of it within one frame.

It was more like the entire mountain top.

I noticed the number of helipads and an equal number of helicopters standing like cabs in a row, just outside the main entrance.

It looked very odd to me because I wasn’t even used to seeing one helicopter parked.

There was no proper ‘guard’ present at the gates as such. The gates were automated. But there were people sitting in the transparent control room and they were carefully scrutinizing every activity there.

As I stepped forward one of the helicopters left with what looked like a paramedic team.

It blew my hair back and I held tightly onto my bag which was also falling.

” ! Ryan owns this entire place huh! No wonder he has that haughty ass of his! ” I sighed aloud and then laughed at my own stupidity.

” What am I even sighing about? Ryan is the only son of the mafia ring leader. He probably owns a few dozens of places like these. ”

I had to shut myself up.

I kept taking one step at a time towards what looked like the main entrance but I found nobody at the gate once again. And this time, there was no control room either.

So I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the sight that greeted me, made my jaw drop.

Had I stepped into a hospital? Was I in the right place?

I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the luxurious surroundings. It was as if I had stepped into a 7 star hotel instead of a medical facility. The contrast between the opulent interior and the dark, mountainous landscape outside was stark.

I looked down at my muddy boots and dusty dress. It was like an insult to the cleanliness of the place. It was practically sparkling.

I honestly felt like a pauper, out of place, in such an extravagant environment, but I pushed my insecurities aside and continued walking. The lack of a signboard only added to my confusion, but I was determined to find what I was looking for, that is, my father.

And to my utter stupidity, I had not even bothered to ask his bed number or department when I had called the hospital earlier.

Of course I had called them when I was extremely angry and anger never did anybody much good.

As I made my way deeper into the hospital, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The furnishings were ornate and the lighting was soft and inviting. It was as if every detail had been carefully thought out to create a sense of comfort and relaxation.

The only complaint I had at that moment was the lack of reception.

I noticed that the guards didn’t stop me at all and the few staff that I encountered outside, smiled and nodded at me as if they knew who I was.

Inside the deeper wings however, it was difficult to find anyone to ask for direction or information.

However, the place slowly began to radiate warmth. It didn’t feel like I was there for the first time at all. It felt like I knew the place.

Despite my initial trepidation, I began to feel a sense of calm wash over me. Perhaps it was the atmosphere…. I didn’t know exactly.

Then I turned around a corner.

It was an empty corridor. Complete empty and absolutely white with a single, enormous painting at the very end of the passage.