My mystery guy

Two nights ago, I heard my parents talking about me, my education and about the accident. I'm not a fan of eavesdropping, but I had to hear something, anything about that night I can't remember.

It would have been more comfortable to ask. I already tried that before I got out of the hospital, but none of them wanted to tell me. They kept their lips shut, and they won't allow me to go out or talk to any of my friends.

I felt like they were keeping something from me.

I was imprisoned in my own home. But I was dying to know the truth.

So I really didn't feel guilty except for the part where my dad blamed himself for what happened.

"If only I had stopped her Elsie, none of this would have taken place". I heard my father say which had instantly formulated a scene in my head: I was headed somewhere but with whom and why?

"It's not your fault, Dan. Neither was it Kyle's". I froze.

Kyle.

Hearing his name, the mysterious guy's face popped up in my head.

Kyle Jason Meridez, a schoolmate of mine, has two older sisters who happened to be identical twins and close friends with my sister and had the same birthdate as me except for the year.

He was older by three years to be exact.

What does he have to do with everything?

"No, not Kyle's". My father replied sadly.

"Think about it, Dan. Things could have turned out differently but---". But I never heard the end of it. Thanks to Kelsea, who had blown my cover when she passed by me leaning against the wall on the hallway beside our kitchen.

Right after that incident, my parents had been more discreet whenever they were around me. Oh, no not just around me but whenever they were inside the house actually. None of them talked about the hospital, what the doctor said, or even about Kyle.

The funny thing was, I knew every single detail about Kyle but what I can't figure out was: What role did he play in my life?

Is he someone important? Or is he just somebody I know well enough that I can almost write a biography about him?

I tried to ask Kelsea once just to reduce my confusion, but her reaction surprised me. She had turned deathly pale and reprimanded me never to mention his name again and was then out from my sight. I tried the second time with my parents and got the same treatment.

"Stop asking Kate. It's better that you know nothing. The less you know, the better". My mother had replied after Kyle's name was out of my mouth.

This made me think that my family was more than happy that I don't actually remember the accident.

That didn't falter my suspicion, though. They were definitely keeping something from me.

Something that had to do with Kyle.

Something that I should be sad about.

Something they don't want me to know but should.

If only my brain could stop being defective just for once. Or at least if only my parents and Kelsea would tell me what had happened and how was Kyle involved in all of this.

But I expect no answer from them. They think that they were actually helping me when, in fact, they were doing the opposite.

Mom's exact words stuck on me: The less you know, the better.

No, it wasn't better. If anything, it was making things worse.

They do not know how I'm feeling. They think I'm okay because I could walk, talk and was complying to what they wanted me to do.

But that was nowhere near to the truth.

The truth was; the less I know, the less I feel complete.

---

There was a bandage wrapped around my head. That was the first thing I saw when my mother had finally allowed me to look in a mirror.

The left side of my cheek was severely bruised. Thankfully, my eyes were spared.

I checked for all the casualties I had obtained from the so-called accident.

So far, my face has received most of the damage. An arm sling supported my left arm. My right one seemed functional despite the big bruise I found from my shoulders trailing down to my elbows. It appeared that I had hurt my upper body parts the most. My legs and feet were unharmed except for some minor scratches.

All in all, I was okay despite the fact that I somehow appeared to be badly beaten.

My mother said it could have been worse.

I knew what she meant.

She meant that I could have died.

And thinking about death, Kyle's name came to mind.

I don't even know how to take that news seeing that I still couldn't quite decipher what I got to do with him.

I let the water run on my tub. It helped my thoughts seep easily as I watched it flow.

With my condition, I had to stop school for the time being. I will have to retake the semester, which I will be missing when I get better. But that fact hardly bothered me.

What did bother me was my mother not letting me have my phone back and neither any of my gadgets. I had no access to my social media accounts either. Even the telephone had been off-limits.

If I ever needed to communicate with anyone, I had to ask and have the approval from either one of them.

It felt a little ridiculous.

I wasn't allowed to go anywhere out of the house without company either, but that was the rule I had no trouble with.

I was damaged enough for me to actually want to go out or stroll anywhere looking like hell.

I found the entire thing unnecessary, though.

Shouldn't they at least allow me to talk to my friends and tell them I was okay? That I was alive?

I didn't care about my other gadget but my phone? I'm pretty sure if I get a hold of that, I will find something.

Something about Kyle.

I bit my lower lip.

I need to solve this mystery thing hanging around Kyle. I need to learn how he was connected with my accident and why it seemed like my parents were hiding the truth about him.

I need answers.

ASAP.