I'm Not Daria
Baffled

This afternoon's incident was the most horrific. And with his body I walked to look for Devan's whereabouts that only made my sprained leg hurt ten times worse.

I groaned while staring at the beautiful chandelier that was right above the room. It was late and I had dinner earlier before anyone else came.

A doctor was called to treat me. Mom has visited me twice to ask me how I am doing, I replied that I am fine. Thank goodness he didn't ask me why my leg could sprain like that.

I've had dinner but Amara brings me my favorite food, she's very good, my legs are also compressed with ice every two hours. The pain was incredible, I could actually walk on my own if it didn't put too much weight on my sprained ankle.

The doctor had told me not to move much and my mother had actually ordered me to never get out of bed for this week and if there was anything urgent, like peeing or something, I had to call Amara to help me.

I am currently in bed. Amara treated my sprained ankle with an ice pack, and it alleviated her pain for a while, but the pain would return again once the ice pack was pulled. My ankle is lightly bruised in purple.

My ankle hit the bathroom ceramic wall very hard. A small, barely noticeable lump formed, I just hissed in pain as Amara pressed the ice cubes too hard on the soft lump. He apologized for that. She's very sweet, helpful and may have been a good friend of mine.

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Mrs. Daralyn is a great woman. She loves those closest to her and cares deeply about her family more than herself. He had decided to spend the whole day with me today just to take care of me .

When I took a shower, it was very uncomfortable because Amara was there to help me in and out of the tub when I was naked. Amara also delivered my breakfast .

Madame Daralyn walked into my room with a gentle smile adorning her blushing red lips. I wonder how she looks so young all the time. She looked more like an older sister to me than a mother to a nineteen-year-old child.

I put the book I was reading on my lap, smiling at him. "Good morning, mother," I said as I shifted slightly on the bed, pulling the blanket up so my ankles wouldn't get stuck in it.

"Good morning, baby. How are you doing? How's your ankle?" He asked, leaning himself on the edge of the bed, while looking at my ankles wrapped in bandages.

"I'm fine ma'am, my ankles are too" I replied, watching him nodding, his eyes still fixed on my swollen ankles.

"May you heal quickly" he said, shifting closer towards me so that he sat right in front of me. "So..how are you doing so far?" He asked.raised his hands up while brushing a few strands of hair on my face.

"good. But it still felt new and unfamiliar," I spoke slowly, choosing my words carefully and looking at her to see if I spoke anything abnormal to Daria

I'm nodding.

"Why don't you work today?" I asked without realizing that it sounded rude. Ny's Eyebrow. Daralyn's wrinkled and I'm almost bedwetting.

"I mean, I'm glad you didn't work today. I just want to know."

He let out a soft laugh as he approached towards me and sat right beside me, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed. "I've never seen you like this before, are you nervous? Right, Daria? What the hell happened to you? You've never been like this before".

I was relieved my words didn't offend him. "Do I look bad?"

"No, of course not. You are a much better person now.I love how you have changed yourself. You've changed for the better, trust me."

"Ahh, I'm glad to hear it"

"Now I really want to know what happened to you all this time. I deserve to know. I have missed two important years of your life. I haven't seen you grow in two years" said the mother slowly, her voice breaking at the end as she tried to hold back her tears,

"I really want to know what happened to my son. You still look very similar. Just your strange behavior, you look a little different. I had to see you for five minutes at the party to make sure that it was really you. And it's true," she looked at me with her sparkling brown eyes while taking a deep breath.

I'm speechless, my throat choked, I don't know what to say. There's a fear. Afraid of the lie being exposed because of a very stupid mistake. Sudden fear will be the center of attention. What's gonna happen?

"You must tell me everything, Daria" said Ms. Daralyn turned my attention as she held my hand, my attention was drawn into her eyes, I could see a very bad look of sadness, seeing how devastated she was after her daughter left. I could never understand the pain of a mother whose child had fled, never knowing how she could endure the uncertainty of her daughter's safety, spent two years in a terrible strain, not knowing if his daughter was still alive. Or is he no longer in this world???.

I bow my head in shame. How could I do this to her?I was so selfish, so inattentive and so insensitive to her feelings. I'm worse than Anna. Also worse than Pritta!!, he didn't even do something big and wrong. She was just an ordinary student like me who was just living her life.

For the first time, I felt so guilty for slapping and tearing Pritta's purple dress. He doesn't deserve it. Anna did force me to do it, but in the end I followed her ridiculous plan. He's a real bitch. But more than him, I'm a bitch too. I have no right to hurt someone like that, let alone toying with a mother's feelings, I could have chosen to refuse. But I chose to lie.

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patience Yes Darla 💗 May your hard time pass quickly, and the Anna dapet karmanya wkwkwkwk 😂