Chapter 9: The faint
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning, I awoke to find my family gathered around me, their faces a mixture of worry and relief. I had fainted after the incident with Anthony, and the concern in their eyes was palpable.
"Is everything okay?" I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy. I sat up, still feeling disoriented and fragile.
"You scared us, Alex," my mom said, her voice trembling. "We thought something was really wrong."
I nodded, still shaken. "I'm fine. Just... a lot going on." I stood up, feeling the weight of their gazes pressing down on me. "Can I pass? I need to go to the bathroom. I have to prepare for work."
My mom stopped me, her expression serious. "Alex, it's Sunday. You don't have to rush off to work."
"Yes, Alex, today is Sunday," my dad added, his tone gentle but firm.
"Alex, are you really okay? You passed out after you said you saw blood in your room. Do you remember?" Anthony inquired, concern etched across his features.
I stared at them, bewildered, wondering why they were looking at me as if I were losing my mind.
"Can I be left alone?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as my family retreated.
I spent several minutes in the living room when I overheard some maids whispering among themselves, their hushed tones suggesting they believed I was losing my grip on reality. Fury boiled inside me, and I scolded them, my voice echoing with indignation. I was about to retreat to my room when I caught snippets of a conversation that made my heart sink.
"Dad, I think Alex should visit the psychiatrist," Anthony suggested, his voice laced with worry. A wave of shame washed over me as I realized even my family thought I was crazy.
I paused, the realization hitting me like a cold wave. I had been so consumed by everything that I had lost track of the day.