Marcus's POV
She was there. She was always there. Ever since I got into an accident, she slowly became part of my daily life.
I knew what I saw and heard. She was real. At least to me. The doctors, sadly noticed the difference too, only they couldn't see it or hear her. Something which led them to come up with a lame excuse for my condition.
"Mr. Del Monte, would you like to have someone beside you as we tell you the result of our examination?" One of them asked a few days ago as he came to my room with his grey hair and white coat.
"What is it that you found out?" I asked.
He sighed before he finally spoke, "You are diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. And yours comes with a rare case as you also have illusions,"
He pretended to look so concerned. I rolled my eyes. What I saw was not an illusion, it was a ghost. She was there to haunt me because she couldn't rest in peace. I ruined her life. These doctors were only forming their conclusions so they could have more of my money.
I opened my eyes this morning and the first thing I saw was... Her. She looked at me while her hand was tracing circles on my hair. Her touch felt so real.
She was still pale, looking like how she did years ago when she would hang out with father. Looking at her made me feel like the past came back to life when she'd controlled our house through my father.
Her white dress made her look like an angel, but her eyes told a different story. They held a wicked glow. Her voice, soft and melodic, cut through the air, a little reminder of the pain she'd caused. "Good Morning, Marcus,"
Her voice was thin and low, it made every part of my body shiver. It felt so real to my eyes.
"How does it feel waking up next to a woman who caused you so much pain?" I didn't say a word. This time I was planning not to do so.
She had a talent for tearing down my defenses. She reminded me of how weak my father had been when it came to her, how his weakness had brought suffering to our families. The anger kept building up inside me as her voice continued to play with my emotions.
"Your father would wake up in the morning, and the first thing he'd do was text me, good morning," Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight.
"Remember when he'd read the magazine even when it was time to have breakfast? That was because I cooked his favorite food and he saved his stomach so he could come and eat what I made, "
I gritted my teeth. I closed my eyes. My head was already boiling, she was talking of those days when I'd catch them together in the streets and they didn't see me and the days father would come up with excuses so he wouldn't eat what mother prepared and would just leave.
"Then he'd treat you and your siblings like garbage," she mused, her words venomous. "Do you know what he did with my daughter? Even when she coughed a little, his ears would be like antennae. He'd come running like a dog called by its owner, buying her expensive dolls and gifts."
She smiled as if expressing a good memory, " And he'd buy her all the expensive dolls, something he never did with you two,"
My level of patience was getting lower and lower. My breathing became fast. I clenched my fist as my ears couldn't stop myself from hearing the words she was saying.
"Remember when he promised your little brother that he'd come with a birthday present and came empty-handed? Guess where the presents went to, "
Suddenly, the door opened. From where I was, I noticed a perfume I never heard before from any of my close people, but I knew who she was.
"Her, " She pointed at her.
"How are you doing, Marcus? " Camila's voice filled my ears.
" That's the girl who received your brother's birthday presents,"
"Marcus, " She called as if she was fucking an angel.
"Can't you see that I'm fine?!! " I couldn't help it. My chest felt like it was burning with the blue fire. It was unbearable to see the women who enjoyed the fruits of my father.
She stepped back, I could see the surprise on her face,
Complete pretense.
"Marcus, stop it. It's okay. She's no harm," did this nurse have any idea of what she said? No harm? She had no harm?
"You think so? Do you think she is innocent? A daughter of a snake is also a snake, she is just like her mother! " I looked at her, "You are a snake! "
"Mr. Del Monte, Please calm down," The nurse insisted with a Lower voice. I looked at her. The anger in my eyes was enough to make her swallow hard.
The door was opened and the snake's daughter exited the room. How I wished that door went straight to hell.
As soon as she closed the door, I looked back at her and she was gone. That's all it took. Torturing her daughter like that was the only way to get rid of her because when I looked at where she was, she was gone.
"Mr. Del Monte, You have frightened your wife. You need to control yourself " the nurse tried to reason, but the anger still coursed through my veins. I looked back at her.
I grabbed her chin and pulled her close, my grip firm. Her eyes widened with fear as I held her captive.
"If anyone learns about my condition, anyone, you and your family will be next in line for torment. Only you, the doctor, and I should know about my disorder. Are we clear?" I growled.
Her breathing became harder. Her eyes showed how scared she was more than anything.
"Are we clear? " This time my voice got a bit louder. She nodded miserably as she swallowed hard.
"Good," I let her go, " Now, give me my medicine, " I demanded.
"Well, the... You have to drink them later," She sobbed.
"Excuse me, nurse. Why are you crying? " I asked her with a lower tone. As if I gave a damn about what she felt.
"No... Nothing,"
"Did something happen? "
She shook her head.
" Then before you get out of here, I suggest you wipe those disgusting tears away. You wouldn't want people to think that I did something bad to you, would you?" I feigned a worried face
She remained silent. It gave me a satisfying feeling to her hands trembling like that. The magic had already gotten into her.
" I mean what could a person with such a mental disorder do to a nurse? Now wipe away your tears, "
She took her handkerchief from the pocket of her coat and wiped the tears away, her body language screamed how much she wanted to get out of the room. That's exactly what I wanted to insert in her.
Fear.
A very powerful tool if you want to control people. And how do you insert fear? You find a weakness. And I already found hers.
"You may go now. Just don't forget, walk slowly and normally " my voice sent a silent warning. I sighed the moment she got out.
This new condition that people believed I had, my weakness, was a weapon I guarded with precision. I would never let anyone use it against me at any cost.
Fear was only my tool, and I intended to use it to maintain control.