CHAPTER ONE

 

THE BOY WHO WOKE FROM THE COMA

Out of nowhere, the astonished cutest African man wakes up. 

He was sweaty, breathing heavily, somehow exhausted, and was in the unidentified chamber.  

He scanned around where he met face to face with an old Caucasian woman.  

She was around eight years old, with grey short hair, a red long-sleeved sweater, jeans, and shoes.  

Even further, the room that he was in was luxurious with marble walls, a sea-blue gem floor, a pure golden chair with red cushions, and a desk made of raven noir glass. 

“Morning you! And where am I?” I asked.  

“Please, we need your help. And Lyahm, my boy! And it is about time that you are awake. Besides, you are in our agency's headquarters,” she answered.  

“I beg your pardon.” I blinked.  

“I mean we are anointed by God to watch over families, save marriages, and reunited couples who are at the edge of divorcing or who are already divorced.” She continued. 

“Excellent. And come on, come on because Mother just made the best cookies.” The girl interrupted.  

She came to pull me off the bed and we found ourselves downstair.  

“Mother! Mother! And the boy is finally awake!” She squealed.  

“Noe, please, go easy on your older brother. And are you feeling all right, my son?” She asked.  

“Fine, I guess but still, I don't remember being here. Neither can I remember what happened that got me here.” I answered.  

“Neither are we but your little brother picked you outside. I am your lovely mother. This is your sister Noe Numbers. And your thirtieth lovely grandmother, mine too. We adopted you eight years ago,” she said.  

“Nice to meet you, but I cannot remember anything about it!” I inhaled.  

“Relax, my boy. Sometimes, you will remember that we truly are your family.” Our mother said.  

“Not even close, mother. And how long have I been out?” I asked.  

“Um, four days into a coma. And if you did not wake up, you would be stuck in a coma for the very longest time. And we are in Montana.” She nodded.  

“Classic. Huh, thank you very much. Besides, it is snowing outside!” I shouted.  

“Isn’t it Christmas?” I asked.  

“Twenty-two of December and three more days left till it is Christmas,” Noe said.  

After I marched toward the window, I looked outside where I saw a girl.  

She had an astonishingly little chocolate skin tone, curly noir hair in two buns, a red Christmas dress, jeans, and leather winter boots.  

In her hands, she held suitcases and was wearing white warm mittens.  

“Jesus, my Living God. And it seems as if the girl is incredibly sad. Would anyone tell me the reason?” I asked. 

“Um, well, why won’t you go to find out?” our grandmother responded.  

I check myself to see if I wore comfortable clothes. I was wearing a sea-blue hooded trench coat, a long-sleeved sweater, jeans, and brown leather boots.  

Later, I rushed outside fast and walked towards the girl until I reached her in time.  

“Classic. And good evening my name is Layhms. I am your next-door neighbor. Is everything fine with you?” I asked. 

“Fine, I guess. Nice to meet you, Lyahms. My name is Nasara. And your skin tone is like mine! I am leaving to go back to England to be with my father. My driver is on his way.” Nasara answered.  

“Would you kindly tell me how old you are?” She continued.  

“Um, I am twenty-seven. Besides, I do remember how old I am because I woke from a coma.” I responded. 

Nasara’eyes widened in confusion.  

Her eyes were a vibrating astonishing chestnut color and resemble a girl from Ethiopia.  

Later, we both were interrupted by the noir car coming to a complete stop.  

After an old man came out of it, opened the door for Nasara. 

When she was about to go inside, she hugged me very tight and ran inside her car.  

Her driver closed the door shut, walked to his driver seat, and drove away into the night out of sight. 

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.06.2023

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