Perfume - Chapter 38 *FINALE*

I can't believe I actually reached the end of my story. I know I haven't been a good blogger but I was caught up in life, and well a love story that I might write about later on. I'm sorry for ever saying I was gonna post when I didn't, there was always something that got in the way please forgive me. I wouldn't have gotten to this point without you guys. YOU are amazing. YOU are beautiful. YOU are my lovely readers and I thank god for having amazing readers like you. Writing this blog has made me stronger in ways you can never imagine. I met so many beautiful people that have such amazing personalities, and I made new friends that I hope I will stay in touch with. I love you all my beautiful readers wether your a silent one or not. Thank you guys..

This post goes out to all you beautiful people <3..

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Previously: 

"Thank you Dr." I said before I left the place.


And depression hits me once again...

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For anyone of you to know what happened I have to take you back 7 weeks ago.. 

-7 weeks ago- 

"Mama can I go to the mall with Salma and Sara?" I asked. 

"Okay, but when are you coming back? And which driver will you take?" 

"I'll be back by 10 enshalla, I'm going with Rajo. I'll pick them up from Salma's house" 

"Bl salama 7abeebty" 

"Allah ysalmek" I replied as I kissed her forehead and headed to the car. 

"Rajo may you please go to Salma's house?" I asked. 

"Yes Shosho" he replied. 

I felt lights flashing from the back of my head so I turned my head and saw a guy wearing a cap, in his car giving me a flirtatious look. I simply ignored him. The guy in the car continued to follow and tried to grab my attention, one car turned into two and two turned into three. Suddenly Rajo, Mary and I were surrounded by three cars that were obviously cap guy's friends. He kept on asking me for my number.

Rajo was obviously annoyed, he was always protective of me because he'd been my driver since I was three. Rajo tried to manoeuvre left and right but he couldn't because of the cars. Rajo was nervous and it showed.

Oh god, oh god! 
What have I gotten myself into?? 
Why isn't he leaving me alone? (First chapter) 

Suddenly the car in front of us (filled with guys) stopped without a warning. Rajo couldn't stop the car so we crashed onto them. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt so I flew out of my chair as the car flipped into a million flips.

Pain. It was the only word that kept on running through my head. I felt pain. I was hurt and I couldn't even open my eyes to examine my cuts, my whole body wouldn't move. Every inch of my being screamed pain. My heartbeats were accelerating by the mili second, and my breathing became rapid. I heard the sound of blaring sirens and tried to scream 'help!' but the only words that left my mouth were incoherent mumbles. I remembered Rajo and Mary and tried to ask them how they were but my voice failed me, my whole body failed me, and just as another stab of agonising pain jolt through me.. I passed out.

-4 weeks later-

I open my eyes to find myself on a white bed, that's not mine I thought. I take a look around the room to see white, all white, everything. Weird, it looks like a hospital room, only where's the patient? Wait a minute, I'm on a white bed. Am I the patient? What happened? Why is my body filled with body casts and cuts?

The memories came back, cap guy, his friends, the chase, the accident, Salman, Where is Salman? Why isn't he here? Where is my fiancé? I need him. My heart ached which resulted in my whole body aching. Tears rolled down my cheek and my heart beat rapidly. The EKG began beeping because of my increased heartbeats. A few nurses walked in and injected me with morphine. I passed out..

I open my eyes again to find my family; Mama, Baba, and Bandar. "Where's Salman?" I whisper. They all rush to me hugging me, kissing me, and reciting words of 8ur2an.

"El 7amdila 3al slamah 7abeebty" My parents said.

"Shosho eshtgt lk! I missed you! Don't ever do that to me again" Bandar said.

"Where's Salman?" I asked.

"Shahad yuma meen Salman?" My mom asked shocked.

I stared at her with awe, "Yuma yubaa wain Salman??! Wainaa? Wain 5a6eeby?!" I began yelling.

"Shahad enty mu ma56ooba!" Bandar replied.

"Ella ella! Salman 5a6eeby! jeeboly Salman! Aby Salman! Please la tfargouna walla a7iba!" I began crying, my heartbeats increased and I passed out once again...

I open my eyes to find my mom in the corner crying while my father's embracing her. Bandar stood next to a guy who was wearing a white trench coat; that must be my doctor.

"Shahad ana el diktoor Sami AlX w ana diktoork fee hathy el fatra. Momkn tgouleenly aish yz3jk?" Dr. Sami asked.

"Rejly t3werny, w ma7ad ra'6y ygoully wain Salman" I cried.

"SALMAN MO 7AGEEGY" Bandar exploded.

"Bandar!" Dr. Sami yelled, "Lw sm7t ma nby ay mashakl"

"Shahad meen Salman?"

"Salman 5a6eeby" I replied.

"Aha" he replied with a troubled expression, "Momkn tetklmainly 3n 3ela8tk m3ah w 3n nafsk?"

"Esmy Shahad AlX, Adres b AlX School. 3omry 17 w I'm a senior, ta5arojy is next week w Salman 56abny youm kina bl shalaih..." and I continued starting from the beginning 'till the end. Everyone had a bewildered expression on their face which was weird. "W bss" I ended the story.

My mom began sobbing all over again, and baba had to calm her down. The doctor asked them to follow him outside the room. Why doesn't he want to talk to me? What's wrong with me? What the hell is going on?

They entered the room with gloomy expressions. Tears stained their cheeks, they looked broken. Dr. Sami began talking, "Shahad while you were in the coma, your mind wandered off, thinking about the life you always thought to be perfect. Your subconscious made up Salman; your perfect guy. You said you were 17, well you aren't; you're 16 and you're still not a senior. You're in grade 11. Laith is real; he's Sara's brother, but nothing ever happened between you guys. 5alid, Fahad, and Sa3ad are also real; but you've lost touch with them a few years back, they're still Bandar's best friends. Salma is your cousin and best friend along with Sara. The story you told us was just make believe, a dream, a figment of your imagination; it's not real."

"I don't believe you" I spoke harshly, "Salman's real"

"Shahad it happens, I had a couple of these cases; people waking up from a coma talking about a life they've never lived" Dr. Sami replied.

"NO! SALMAN IS REAL! I LOVE HIM" I cried my eyes out.

Bandar ran to hug me, "Shh.. shh.. We'll get through this."

I stayed in Bandar's embrace for the rest of the day, sobbing, thinking about the perfect life I've never had. Eventually I fell asleep.

My eyes open to see a Starbucks cup. Bandar walks in, "You better drink that fast, I had to smuggle it in"

I smile and take a sip of my drink. How is he not real? I felt him. I hugged him. I was in his arms. Why is the love of my life not real? Why can't I live a normal life? I need Salman. I need him. I need my lover.

"Shahad" Bandar's voice brought me back to reality. 

"Hmm?" 

"I know you're going through a tough situation, I was going through one myself when you were in a coma. I thought I'd never hear your voice again. My point is; I know what it feels like to hurt, to feel pain, to think that you'll never see the person you love most again. But that shouldn't stop you, don't get depressed because your dream didn't come true. Work for your dream and believe that in time, it will come true. Don't go looking for your 'Salman', wait for him to come to you. And I know it sounds cheesy, but you'll know him when you see him. His name might not be Salman or he won't look like the Salman in your dreams, but he'll make you happy and he'll love you, who wouldn't? All I'm trying to say is stay strong, have hope, and be patient." He said.

His words moved something in me. He made me realise that life is too short to drown in pain and sorrow. We have to embrace life and be strong. No matter what we go through, we have to be ourselves and march through life with strength. He made me believe that there is a Salman out there for me. Bandar made me believe that I'll find my true love. 

I hugged him, smelling his perfume, and cried saying, "Allah la y7rmny mnk" 

He replied, "Life is a crazy ride; they'll be some ups and downs but in the end they're worth it." 

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