Matilda, who slowly opened her eyes with her head spinning, heard the phone conversation of Alena.
"Fuck! If you could have died easily, and soonest, I wouldn't have killed Melissa!" Staring disgustedly at Melissa that immediately closed her eyes, and pretended to be unconscious, Alena smashed her phone to the wall of the ward before she stormed out.
After waiting for a while after Alena went out, Matilda stood up gently.
She felt her head spinning, her chest felt so heavy as her leg that she couldn't move.
The only part of her body that isn't heavy is her eyes, and hands.
'Am I going to die? Is Melissa going to die?' She asked herself as she managed to throw herself down.
She badly wished she could grow wings, and fly to where her sister was. She wished she could save her sister, and die alone.
"I can make your wish come true". She did not know where the voice came from because no one was in the room.
'Did I just say that in my head? How can I make a joke when I am losing Melissa? What the hell is there to make a joke about?' She roughed her hair at how silly she was.
"You don't have to be mad at yourself". This time, it appeared to her that it was someone who uttered the first words.
"Who are you! Who the hell are you?" She asked, without bothering to search for the owner of the voice.
She doesn't know who that might be, but how did he come in? Why is he here? To make a joke about a dying lady?
While she was thinking, the voice echoed before walking up to her. "I'm Derrick! The owner of hell!"
His introduction sent cold chills into her body, slowly she raised her head to see the person.
It's a handsome man in his late twenty, his dark brown eyes piercing into her weird soul, his hand as light as a fairy that was placed on his chest, his gray hair was what made her drool at the first instance.
She never imagined the owner of that hoarse voice would be so young, and brave, that he could walk into the ward of the craziest lady in Freeland.
"I don't know who the fuck you are! Leave now before I act crazy!" She yelled at Derrick.
Derrick chuckled softly as he watched her use the remaining energy in her.
"Do you not wish to live? Are you sending out a giver of life?" The questions made her burst into loud laughter.
Her laughter made him glare blankly at her, she was the first lady he had met with the expression.
She is indeed the craziest. Which lady would laugh when she is about to die, and lose her sister? Which lady will use the ounce of strength in her to laugh?
"You this m*therf*ck*r! Who do you think you are? God? Jesus?" She asked loudly as she tried to suppress the laughter, which was turning into a cough.
"I'm Derrick! The last son of the devil! The mystical king of hell! The giver of life! The destroyer of life!" His voice was sincere, his eyes were no joke, his fixed gaze on her made her want to believe him.
Matilda hardly goes to church, but she has never heard that the devil had a child talk more as three, and even a life giver.
As a Christian, she never visited church except she desperately needed something before she knew God did exist.
"You must be joking". She managed to utter those words in the middle of her extreme cough.
"Your brain is already dead, your heart is already dying, your body is weak, your blood is no longer circulating, you will die in twenty minutes time, and your sister will die in thirty minutes time". Her mouth went agape as she watched him utter those words which made her frightened.
The young man in front of her said it was all true. That is how she is feeling, and that was the time the assassin was to be there.
"Are you really who you claimed?" This time she was already coughing blood, her heart beating slowly, her throat swelling, her eyes getting blurry, yet she asked.
"Yes, I am." Tears ran down her cheeks as she watched him reply to her with a nod.
She hates the devil. Besides, everyone who was evil, and cruel, was all the devil.
To her, if the devil did not manipulate humans, there wouldn't have been evil nor would humans hurt their fellow humans.
"I don't care if you are the devil! I don't care what you want! Get the fuck out of my sight!" She yelled at Derrick, who smirked dangerously before he squatted beside her.
"Should I go?" Fully aware of what she was passing through, he squatted beside her, and touched her hand, which she immediately took away from his.
"Yes". She felt the pain reduced to her a bit.
"I guess it is less painful now, all thanks to me." His words made her eyes widen in amusement.
"I can save you, and your sister if you want, but since you want me to leave, I will". With that, he stood up, about to go, but her hand held his shirt tightly.
Will she let those who want to hurt her, and her sister have their way, and go unpunished?
What about those who await her death, and want to laugh at her when she was the one who was supposed to?
What about her sister? Will she just let her sister die because of her when she knows she can save her? What about her father's name, and company?
Does she have a choice?
'No, Matilda, don't do this. God says, we should wait for him. We must wait for his divine help without giving the devil a chance to lure us!' She concluded before she took her hand away from the man's shirt.
Derrick, who knew this would happen, smiled dangerously before he touched the wall, which showed some men approaching Melissa.
"You will die in two minutes. Your sister will die in less than eight minutes. Those people who wanted you dead will end up ruining your father's thirty years of effort. Will you still be due when you know all this?" Derrick echoed slowly.
'He is right. My hatred isn't worth my life, and my sister's life!' She concluded.
"Will you save my life? I will do anything for you. Yes, I don't care if you want to strike a deal with me, just as I do hear some people say". She pleaded.
"I can't save you. I'm not in that position to give you eternal life. I only give short moments of life from my life". His words made her feel hopeless and heartbroken.