After all
Moriah
Since I returned, my perception of life has changed dramatically. Life is short, I know that. It is overwhelming, and there is not enough time to figure out everything and do everything. Despite my longing for love, I will not be able to enjoy it as I would like. I have been robbed of that opportunity. Neither will I be able to carry my children with me. Human babies, the way they should be.
Those are the only things that make me sad when I see family members strolling nonchalantly down in the park without a care in the world since the devil might not come for them one day.
There are times when that is all I can think about, the fear that one day will come. However, I still have my father. The reason I fought so hard to be back in my world is because of him.
Despite the fact that I am safe for now, I cannot relax my mind. I'm always afraid of what happened or what might happen there. I was severely traumatized. The scars on my body are all healed, but unfortunately, they remain. That's the only thing that couldn't be healed. Every time I look at it, I am reminded of what I experienced. The marks of the demons.
I must wear clothes that completely cover my body. It doesn't matter how hot it is, nor can I enjoy the beautiful beaches of France. My back is covered with scars, some from the knife, some from the whip, and some from the fangs.
Likewise, my legs also suffer from this problem. As for my neck, I have to cover it with scarves. Because this is where the marks of the fangs and punctures of the claws are more evident. I will have to hide my body for the moment, but not forever. Having plastic surgery is a thought I have considered, at least where my skin is most exposed. As for the rest of my body, it is a lot to accomplish all at once.
Five months have passed since I came out of hell. If I could, I would avoid going back again. I am unable to find a solution, and I do not believe there is one because in the time that has passed, only reflection has taken place. I have come to the conclusion that the rest of my life on earth will be spent fully.
I won't worry about being the best or about trivial things. No, this time, everything is different, and I will not let this opportunity pass me by.
The lesson I learned was valuable, and it is not wasting my life.
As I pondered all this, I decided, timidly and reluctantly, to tell my dad what had happened. It's impossible to tell whether he'd believe me or not. But when he hugged me with all his strength after hearing what I said, my eyes filled with tears. Even though I didn't tell him all, what he heard was enough to get an idea of what I went through.
But what surprised me the most was when he confessed to me what he did, “Moriah, daughter, there are things that, as I told you, are difficult to explain, much less to prove. Even so, I prayed to any god, or angel who would listen to me, for your well-being, as I knew something was wrong with you. However, there was no way to show you. Seeing it with your eyes would have given you a far greater understanding of it.”
And so, it was, my dad prayed for my health. That's right, the biggest contradiction in the world, a praying psychiatrist, ha, ha, ha. My father is one of a kind.
I will now dedicate my whole life to us, and regain all the time we lost due to our ignorance. But for now, I need to make a phone call. “Hi, Carla, this is Moriah. How is the move going? Okay, okay, email me the reference number. My new place is not ready yet, so I need to finish it before everything arrives. Keep me posted, OK, thanks, bye.” Yes, things are in the way.
“Dad, Carla already sent my office stuff today. She will send me the reference number by email, that is the hurry. We must finish the new clinic as soon as we get the chance.” The glass of water my dad was drinking was placed on the table, as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“Oh, that was faster than I had thought. Your assistant is well-trained.” He looked at me with concern in his eyes.
“I don't think we are ready to do this, daughter. There is still much to be done.” He was worrying more than necessary.
“Don't worry, everything will be fine. We can hire staff to finish everything. If it's money, don't worry.” While smiling, I raised and lowered my eyebrows with mischievous expressions.
“I have a lot of money, Dad, and I'm going to get more. Ha, ha, ha. As a matter of fact, I have no idea what we will do with all that money that will be raining down on us very soon. It was a successful deal, the one we closed with the pharmaceutical company to have our formula marketed. Despite my knowledge of its excellent quality, I was not expecting this kind of success.”
I laughed out loud, it's so good when things work out for us. My dad saw me with a keep your feet on the wrong face and joined my happiness. We both fell into a pleasant silence after that, until my cell phone rang. I took it from the table and replied, “Hello.”
“Good afternoon, are you Miss Moriah Regina?” A stranger asked, “Yes, that's right, it's me. What can I do for you?”
The stranger paused for a moment and then said, “It is an honour to meet you. I am the executive of the real estate agency. You asked us to find you a place to function as a medical facility. And with pleasure, I want to inform you that we have already found the proper place. And it has all the specifications that you asked for. When can you come and see it?”
I looked at my dad immediately, and my smile got bigger; he looked at me suspiciously, and I replied, “Right now.” After he gave me the address, my dad and I left. It's the moment we've been waiting for. There is no doubt in my mind everything will have to go smoothly about that.
∞∞∞
The place was half an hour's drive from my dad's house, now mine too. After I told him of my plans to move in with him, his face changed. It looked as if it had been lit up with a lamp. My heart was so filled with love when he smiled at me, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I love him back. I hug him, as I'd always wanted to. From now on, he will have to get used to my hugs.
Arriving at the place, we got out of the car and went to the building. From a distance, it looked like a perfect three-story building. The executive was standing at the entrance waiting for us. He greeted us and asked us to follow him. The first thing I noticed was the high level of security. The waiting room was precisely how I imagined it to be, and the reception was spacious. My new clinic will be perfect in this location.
I discussed this with my dad, and he was willing to help me in any way he could. In some cases, he was willing to work with me in treating patients. Already, that's progress.
As we continued to tour the building, we noticed that each level had several rooms. Those could be used as offices, meeting rooms, and inspection rooms. There was an immense amount of opportunity.
We left the building after finishing the tour, and my dad and I looked at each other briefly, then I said to the Executive, “I'll take it.” This is how I became the first specialized psychiatry clinic in the region. We had to adjust the place to our needs and wait for the move to arrive from London. Carla and five more of my assistants liked the idea of working here with me and moving out of London.
∞∞∞
Over the course of the week, everything from my penthouse and my London office arrived. My new clinic was finally finished one week during which everything was detailed so that a date was finally set for our opening.
The day we opened was a great success. I remember that very well. Members of psychiatric associations, as well as colleagues, were invited. Not only from France, but from the US, London, Italy, and Germany as well. The facilities were first-rate, and the equipment we acquired was high-tech.
As time passed, we began to receive patients. Every doctor we hired provided their patients with respectful care and treated them responsibly. That's what my dad taught me. I had successfully re-established myself in the human world.
Now that I already achieve that, the next step was to erase the scars from my body. More than anything, I got tired of hiding all the time. And on my face, I had to wear a lot of makeup.
As a result, I saw a plastic surgeon. He asked me to show the doctor which scars I wanted to erase, and when I did, he stayed still. His face said it all, as I watched him the entire time. He felt sorry for my situation, his expression told me that. The only thing I could say to him was that I had been tortured. He understood perfectly and told me that we would start with the most visible places.
And so we did. In a month, I had already freed myself from the scars on my face, neck, and arms. There were small signs left, but the doctor informed me that there was no point in digging more. The remnants weren't worth it, since the lines were barely visible. I agreed. At least I wouldn't see them any more, but my body was still to be treated.
∞∞∞
It had been two years since I had returned. I was already feeling better mentally and spiritually. It is difficult to recover from the terrible experiences I have endured. Nevertheless, thanks to my father and my work, I was able to succeed.
Today is a good example. The pharmaceutical company that bought our patent will launch the new medicine on the market today. They named it Codin-regina. As a tribute to its creators. My dad and I were the guests of honour at this magnificent event. Which will mark history in the field of medicine.
My dad for this event was so stylish, he chose a black suit, English cut. Funny, since the event is in a branch in Germany. So, here we are, enjoying the original frankfurters. For my part, I decided on a long sleeveless navy-blue dress with a low neckline. My skin looks like any other person's now.
My mind immediately went to the dragon. I can see that he is keeping his word, and he will give me all the time we agreed to. I only wish that day did not come, or at least, that day was very far away.
After the event, my dad and I decided to tour Germany. We both worked hard, so a little break would be very beneficial. Like everywhere else in Europe, the people here are cold. However, the country is wonderful, its architecture and culture are amazing. And what about beer and food? Our trip lasted for a week, unfortunately, we weren't able to stay longer. We had plenty of responsibilities on our shoulders.
The clinic was a great success, both in the treatment of patients and its fame. Our team was the best. Carla, I no longer had her as my assistant; now she was my administrator. Basically, she runs the clinic. That's how incredible she is. I knew she had so much potential, but now I'm seeing it.
One day, she came to me with news that made me happy, but at the same time saddened me. She was pregnant with her first baby. She and her husband Pier were thrilled. They met a few months after arriving in London, they got married a year ago, and this is the result. Love is evident in their relationship, and I am envious of it. However, I wished her all the happiness in the world.
For my part, I know that I will not have it. That's why I don't get romantically involved with anyone. I know it's dangerous, and I don't know what would happen if I did. I better not risk it.
So, here I am, an unmarried woman alone in the world.
Time kept passing, and the people around me came and went. I had only two constants in my life: my dad and the clinic. Then one day, I noticed something that shocked me. In fact, I had a mental breakdown when I realized what was going on with me.
The other day I was complimented by a patient on how young I looked. She wants me to give her the details of my plastic surgeon. Thanking her, I took it as a compliment, but for the next week, that comment was always in the back of my brain. Always present, until I discovered something that horrified me.
My dad was getting older, and people were changing. My employees' children had grown up, and my friends were gaining extra weight. Or their hair was painted white. Their lines around the eyes were more visible.
I was in my room getting ready for sleep and thinking about this when the realization of all this hit me. There was no change in me, I wasn't aging. I ran to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at myself carefully. It was true, I was still the same. Nothing in me had changed.
The skin on my face was firm and without wrinkles. The tone of my muscles was in good condition. There was no pain or illness in my body. As far as I can remember, I haven't become ill since I got back. I was completely shocked by this discovery. What does this mean? Could it be that I would never get old? Now what?
My dad might be able to tell me something, whatever it is. After leaving my room, I ran down the stairs. My dad was sitting on the couch reading a magazine while drinking tea.
As I walked over to where he was, I stood in front of him without saying a word. The thought of him saying anything about all this made me very nervous. Once he saw me, a suspicious look crossed his face.
“Dad, can you tell me something?” I asked as he looked at me without saying anything.
“Physically, have I changed anything since I returned from that place?” Anguish was eating me up. I felt like my stomach was in knots. I watched in astonishment as my father's eyes widened.
As he gripped my arms tightly, he looked at me very closely and said, “Moriah, daughter, the words don't come to me. I see you the same way as always. It is possible, however, that what you suggest is true. Not counting plastic surgery to fix your skin. No other surgical procedures have been performed on you. However, it is still too early to make a judgment. There will be many theories we can put together, but we won't really know what it is. Our best bet is to observe you better, time will tell.”
He hugged me and I put my head on his shoulder, and then he said, “Don't worry, love, you'll get over this too. My daughter is extremely intelligent and always finds a way to overcome obstacles.” He wiped the tears that had escaped my eyes with his finger as we finished the hug.
“For dinner, how about that chili con carne we bought at the Mexican food store the other day? It sounds wonderful, come on.”
I smiled at him from the bottom of my heart. He did it again. I linked my arms with his, and we walked into the kitchen.
