The Night I Never Forget

The road was empty and covered with big trees. It was definitely freezing out there during the night in December. For this year, I must travel alone after I left the hospital and it was the same night my heart was completely crushed. I remembered staying a couple of nights at the hospital.

It was the night before Christmas eve and this could be the most terrifying moment of my life. I forced myself not to be upset. Besides, not everybody could put on a happy face. Right? While I was walking among some couples, they were laughing with each other, talking aloud, and making deeply eyes contact. I had just stood there, a couple trying to make me jealous.

I was getting sore around my ankles when arriving at one park after walking for an hour. I walked as though I had rockets on my shoes and was therefore sitting on a public bench and tried to forget what had just happened to me. I must admit that this was one of the most difficult moments I had ever experienced--my team did not understand me, my bosses were not on my side, and my girlfriend told me that she never cared for me anymore. When we were students, she always asked my advice as to what subject she should study at university. She promised she would be a great girlfriend, and this year we would be in Italy at Christmas; yet she was quite different afterwards. I don't mind being dumped or abandoned; however, I do mind being treated unreasonably and unfairly. The chief physician--Mike, was supposed to be concerned at my sudden departure, though he knew its cause. In fact, he was a person capable of taking difficult decisions.

Once I got off the escalator, go round and towards the street. I knew I got very moody. It took a lot of self-control to not hit anyone back there and I knew that I would never return to the hospital again, quite frankly.

I didn't really know when I started to be drowsy and felt asleep. It must be someone or something woke me up. I stood up again and began to look around. What I could see was the darkness in front of me and the weather almost made me feel numb. There was nobody, but that didn't scare me. I needed to get back to my place, started walking faster, but I wondered why I couldn't find the same route that I came from. I had to hide myself somewhere because it was snowing harder. We got a lot of snow during the winter in this part of the world. I decided to walk into a diner and I asked for a burger. In spite of all the confusion, I noticed that there was a male customer sitting at the rear of the restaurant. I could hear the man eating quite loudly behind me, but when I turned around I couldn't see him there. I finished the meal and walked along the street and I just hoped that I would be all right because of the snow. There was a chill in the air when walking, I felt that there was someone walking behind me, but when I turned around, the noise was gone. It was a lot weirder when I noticed that there were some footprints around after mine. How could this happen?

I finally went home and washed myself immediately because I didn't want to get sick the next day. A moment later I didn't know why I was starving after grabbing a bite an hour ago. I checked my cupboard and fridge and saw if there was anything for me. The power suddenly was off. I lit some candles and prepared some food for myself on the table. I really couldn't see for sure that there was a shadow of a man sitting in front of me. It was a shock when the lights turned on, but the man, again, disappeared.

I didn't really remember when I went to sleep. But I remembered well that I got up in the middle of the night because I needed to use the bathroom. I was so confused because it was flooded in it. After taking care of the bathroom, I went back to bed. I woke up every hour for the second half of the night because I was worried despite feeling so exhausted. In that morning, I got dressed and ready to drive to the hospital this morning even though I didn't feel very fresh. In fact, I should stay at home because I thought I would enjoy more freedom without feeling strained.

I suddenly couldn't start my car. It might be because of the snow. I need to catch a bus to work; however, the bus I was taking was broken 20 minutes later. It was unfortunate that I just realized again I didn't work for that hospital anymore. I had an optimistic outlook; therefore, I would think that these had been my coincidence, to tell the truth. I, then, walked back to my place. I stopped by a convenience store and there, I saw that very man from the restaurant the night before. I was walking closer and closer to him and couldn't help asking him out loud why he stalked me. He glimpsed at me without saying a word. Actually, he already pissed me off. I remembered that I still kept asking him the same question. Without any clues, I suddenly dropped a pile of food cans right there in front of him. After I got panicked and I looked back at him again, he wasn't standing there anymore!

I started to recall something that had happened in my life since I was born. I could remember that when I was little, I told one of my friends that I wanted to be a doctor, but if I couldn't, I preferred doing nothing. Since that day I hadn't met this friend again. His name was Jeff. I was running out of the store and kept looking for that man but nobody responded anything. I just had a feeling that I didn't want to go home right that time; therefore, I went up the street, down the street, and around the corner. I finally walked to the end of street. It was so surprising that I found a small clinic there. Surely, I walked in and talked to someone at the reception desk. I got much surprised when a doctor, a man in his thirties, was walking towards me and said, 'After having worked very closely with you for so many years and having had so many people he thought actually believing that you was one of the greatest doctor, it's very nice finally to be able to welcome you as a doctor here.' He continued, 'Although we do have the most experienced doctors, nurses, and first aider-both professional and voluntary ones here, we still need more help.' I could vaguely remember knowing this guy from somewhere and if I were correct, that would have been such a long, long time, to the best of my knowledge. After the conversation, which was super-duper and impressive, I then replied, 'Please call me Dan. Well, I wonder why you know me. I meant.... How do you know that I am doctor?' And who was the person who had worked with me for a very long time? Was that Mike?' He glimpsed a little bit and his answer deeply confused me, 'You knew that guy, Dan. You were the paperboy and you often talked together since you both were children!' I later discovered that the one who was standing before me had been a doctor and also a Dan's imaginary friend, among other things. I almost fell down after I overheard him identifying himself when he answered the phone, 'April, don't you worry about him! Of course, he must be fine. Jeff told me that I must offer him a job when the time came--after resigning from the hospital. You must take care of yourself now. You make sure you really don't want to tell me and him where you are at the moment?'

The man reassured April that everything was all under control. Yesterday was the most unpleasant day of my life. This big misunderstanding is valuable and unforgiven. It is like one time that I thought my key was in my pant pocket, but it was in my coat pocket. She might have come around and stayed with me again after leaving me but she chose to let me go instead. Today, I'm speechless because I'm not certain that I'm about to break down into floods or tears and get on with my life all right again. I know without a shadow of a doubt that something supernatural had happened, and, last but not least, what I need to do: to apologize to her or thank Jeff! Could I blame my destiny on anyone? Today, I still wonder whether our relationship was supposed to protect us from every obstacle, wasn't it?