A LOSER, TODAY. A BILLONAIRE, TOMORROW

SIX

The pain was excruciating and he felt his head was heavy. Isaac forced himself to snap his eyes open but they weren't bulging, they felt like they aren't his.

He let out a deep throaty grunt as he finally snap them opened, his eye lid itching. His body felt limb and as good as dead as he tried to sit up.

"Be careful, Mr. Isaac, I'm sure you don't want to add more to your already existing pain." The voice came up all of a sudden, stopping him on his track.

Isaac stared at the source of the voice. Oh, good, it's the doctor! He was wearing his familiar smile, staring directly at him.

He groaned, slowly. "Okay, how did I get here?" It sounded more like a rhetorical question but he badly needed an answer to it and his voice doesn't sound like it used to. It came out like he was grunting.

"That doesn't matter now, Mr. Isaac, you should focus more on your pains." The doctor told him. "It seems like the injection we gave you has worn off. Where do you feel those pains aside from your body aching?"

Is there a particular place? Of course not, his whole body feel like it's on fire! His head was banging heavily like it's been hammered, his eyes were too heavy for him to keep them open my longer and his body felt like they weren't his!

"I can't pin point a particular place, doctor. Every part of me aches like hell." Isaac muttered out in a pain filled groan, slowly shutting his eyelids against one another. "—and my eyes, I can't keep them open for long."

"I understand you better, I'll prescribed you a drug to help reduce those pains." The doctor uttered, scribbling some thing on his pad. "They are efficient and works faster, they would help you get better in no time."

Isaac nodded at the doctor's words curtly, even when he's not sure of the reason behind his nod.

"I'll leave you to get some rest for now." The doctor announced, passing the pad to the nurse beside him. "One of the nurses will bring you the prescribed drugs."

"Okay. Thanks, doctor." Isaac mumbled but audible enough to the doctor's hearing.

"No need for that, Mr. Isaac." He replied plainly. The next seconds, Isaac heard footsteps and the creaking of the door before he soft bang.  He assumed the doctor and the nurses had left him.

He sighed as he slowly opened his eyes, feeding his eyes with his new environment. He was right, he's the only one remaining.

He managed to open his eyes and finding himself laying on a hospital bed with excruciating pains all over his body. Great, just great!

‘How did things turn this worst?’ He asked himself, trying to recall his lost memories. He could only hope this is a kind of dream —a nightmare to be precise and he badly wish he would wake up from it!

But every thing seems too lucid to be a dream. The pains, the doctor and his new environment —this is surely not a dream nor is it a nightmare.

And then soon enough and just as expected, his memories came rushing in and he was able to recollect every thing clearly.

He had pay Amy a visit to ask for her help but instead, he met his waterloo. Her mother, who wouldn't stop picking on him and her new found lover, who thought every thing on earth was under his control —maybe it was!

He is rich, isn't he? That's the rich ones thinking, the earth and every thing in is to be their... Urgh! They all think alike, maybe that's why they are rich though!

Isaac recalled how Evans had ordered his guards to take care of him and they did, by beating him in to a pulp.

That moment was never of good memory and shouldn't be recalled, realizing he must have fall unconscious when he was being beaten. Meeting himself at the hospital was a mystery to him.

Was this all of Evans' doing? Or maybe Amy had met him in a pitiable state and decided to bring him to the hospital?

Many thoughts ran through his mind, thoughts which needed an answers but got none. His mind was only getting fuzzy, the more he thinks, the more confused he is.

He decided to put the thoughts aside for a moment, as he was forced to realize he was in the same hospital as his mother.

‘Is that how worst every thing had become under forty eight hours?’ His own thinking breaks his heart more. ‘...is it?’

From getting rejected and thrown out by some one he had thought loved him to his mother laying helplessly and almost lifeless on the hospital bed and now he was being beaten into a pulp?

He had thought he had seen the worse that would ever happen to him the previous day but being beaten like a used rag was worst! Much more than any thing he has ever experience!

His heart ache yet again and it felt like it might explode soon from his chest due to how much it had ached since the previous day.

Isaac stared in to the empty space, his thought was fuzzy and he could not think clearly any more but there was only a word ringing in his memory, ‘loser’!

His subconscious was right!

Isaac was forced to realize he was nothing but a loser. At his age, he is yet to achieve any thing —not even a sustainable job to hold himself with.

The only lady he thought he had managed to capture her heart just as she captured his, was being snatched away from him and he could do nothing about it.

What's more evidence does he need since every thing happening to him could only happen to a loser and he is one! The thought that he couldn't stand up yet sickened his heart and in no sooner, tears were dripping down his cheeks.

“..I told you before, he is no one important...”

“...You don't worth me and you know this, stop forcing yourself on me...”

“...You are just a jobless wretch, who would never live up to any good...”

“...You are planning on rubbing your poverty on my daughter's new man?...”

His thoughts were jumbled as different flashes of hurtful words said to him replayed in his mind, they were as clear to him as crystal.

“There is no better word to describe you, Isaac —” his subconscious hit him yet again. “—admit it, man, you are just a loser, who couldn't get things done properly...”

"You are right." He find himself mumbling, even though his voice wasn't audible enough for any one near him to hear him properly.

"I am nothing but a loser..."