After 17 years

Siya Pov,

California U.S.A.,

   What’s the most irritating thing one has to listen in the morning, any guesses? No one ……. let it be I will tell you guys it’s the damn voice of the alarm! It’s the most irritating thing one can find on earth. So anyway back to earth, I woke from the sound of the alarm, making my bed I quickly went into the washroom, took a quick shower, and put on a black hoodie, pairing it with black jeans and lastly wearing my watch and sneakers, untangled my hairs not bothering to eat a proper breakfast I settled on apple, and quickly went out of my small rented apartment.

        Oh I forgot I never introduced myself, hi I am Siya as that was what was written on the chain I had with me so they assumed that was my name. I am currently 18 years old, pursuing business administration in college.

        Coming out of my apartment I quickly made my way towards, Beth’s kitchen’. That makes me remember I am late Oh my god! Yesterday I promised Marybeth from today it would be my responsibility to open the café and look after the people who have their shift till the afternoon. I know it's very unprofessional of her to tell an 18-year old to take responsibility for the café even for a half-day, but it’s her way of teaching me business. And also she had to complete the paperwork for my adoption. Well yes adoption, cause I am an orphan. When I turned 16 I left the orphanage and started to work in Marybeth’s café, at that time she had just started the café but look where we are, me taking the responsibilities of the café and she adopting me. Well, life goes on. Clearing my thoughts I rushed towards the café. After reaching there what I saw was completely shocking, I saw cops surrounding the café, an ambulance, and people taking Marybeth’s dead body inside the ambulance!

                Well, the cops told me Beth committed suicide. I was shocked would be an understatement, I am not exaggerating, if any other person were at my place that person would feel the same. Till yesterday the woman who was always smiling and cracked silly jokes would commit suicide? When I discussed this with cops they told me they would check her place. After thoroughly checking the place they found a letter in which she had mentioned that her boyfriend cheated on her and because of that she was in depression. In that whole letter, there was just a single word for me that was sorry. Such a pathetic word, just one word and people think we should forget what happened before that. Is it really that easy to forget everything and move on like nothing happened? At least I can’t. Beth and I had a very different and special bond. She was my best friend, my guide, my everything. And what did she write for me in her last letter, sorry! I never expected this from her, I always thought that at least she would be with me till the last, at least she would not abandon me like my parents who for god knows what reason left me at the doorstep of an orphanage and me being an Indian origin doesn’t help either. I know I am from India because of my different skin tone, facial structure, etc. from people around me, and my facial structure matched with Indians. Opening a café was her dream and she did fulfill her dream. She was the first person who gave me both emotional and economic stability. So I decided to upgrade her dream and make Beth’s kitchen a brand. This is why I chose business management as my course. She left me but I will not let anyone or anything come between me and the promise I made her I will surely make Beth’s kitchen a brand and if my hard work pays off a global brand for sure. Thinking all this I made my way towards my apartment, just as I was about to unlock the door to my apartment it felt like black consuming me.

        When I opened my eyes I saw a white ceiling, was I dead, was I in heaven but then how would I be dead? Nothing that sort of happened with me. Then I realized I was on a bed to be particular a hospital bed. The last thing I remember is opening my apartment door. Then everything went black, but then the question is who brought me to the hospital? This hospital room is a private room and I guess it is a V.I.P. room too. I was thinking all this when the room door opened and 2 men came. The 1st man was young and was around 25 or 26 years and the second man was quite old his age would be 45 to 50 years. The next thing the older man said left me in shock.