Ep1 : Unconscious

Extracts from The Diary of Wu Mei Fen

            From my unconscious state and the pain in my head my eyelids began to part to reveal 2 shadows in front of me and a soft fully voice ……." she’s awake my goodness how could someone beat her like this “.

            To try to speak was just too painful through the pain in my head,I closed my eyes and began to drift off, so tired only want to sleep.

            3 Days later ……I awake again, this time my eyes open cautiously to reveal the two shadows I could make out my son Chocolate and my best friend Chin they were next to my bed and crying with my bruised and broker body the pain prevented me from speaking, I could not even think, it was just too much effort.

            In my mind I could see white angels flying in a circle around me ……Have they come for me, am I saved……

            “can you hear me ,… can you hear me." In a slight whisper an angel was calling me, but this to me caused pain in my head, I wanted to answer, I feel myself going under again and my soul cannot speak.

            My son who should have been in High School checked me out of the hospital and hastily took me to a secret small flat he had borrowed to hide me away from his Dad, my husband. Day or night was all the same to me,I was a homeless wounded puppy weak cold and in fear hiding to give me time to lick my wounds,I slip in and out of long sleeps and the days just come and go.

           Each time I find the strength to open my eyes, I can make out my son, ice pack in hand gently caressing my swollen face, how many days had he been there, hiding my hand cooling my wounds no child should have to do this for his Mom………. he must love me! I could only moan softly and shed painful tears that blurred my sight…….. “Oh God, have not paid enough how long I live like this……maybe I don’t want to live…..like this"

            I can now make out my son, his eyes swollen his face frozen and distressed", oh dear my poor son, why has it come to this, how can he be dragged into this……

            I want my Mom and Dad, I want to go HOME, Please take me home……..please

            I just can’t show my Mom and Dad my bruised and swollen face, it would destroy them, but they

would never know, every time I was beaten I just wanted to run home to them. I supress my tears and never cry in front of my parents, I have to overcome the urge to cry and hide

my pain and sadness. My only outlet for my feelings is my diary, I talk through my diary, I pour

everything into my diary, but this time I cannot overcome the hurt, I need to go home. But before I can go, I have to wait for the swelling to go ice pack after icepack, for days until my face is numb and I can feel nothing.

            I Can’t wait to see my Mom and Dad,I just want to be their child again seek their embracing comfort and security, but I have to wait they cannot see me like this, I want them to know nothing.

            Two Weeks being tended by my son, ice packs and eventually I begin to recover to feel strong enough to board the train to my home town, my disabled shell is outwardly recovering, but inside my head…..I just can’t think!

            The train heading north,heading home,the paddy fields rush past,the familiar sight and smells of the country take me back to my childhood my family and the sanctuary of home. My body is fragile and the shaking of the train causes pain to surge through my head,I have to support my head in my two hands to steady it and help reduce the echoing pain. I feel like a defeated wounded and exhausted soldier returning home leaving the honors of war behind…… until the next time.

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