Mafia's Burning Flower

Chapter 2-Nighmare

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"Aaaah help! Please open your eyes!" The man in the bathroom blazed out. As the little girl walks toward it slowly. The sobbing gets louder as she gets closer.

"N-Noooo please don't leave me." The man howls. The cry's been so rowdy that it started to scare the little girl. She hesitates to open the door.

"Honey, please open your eyes!" The man shouts painfully. The Little girl wraps the door knob with her doddering tiny hands. She closes her eyes to muster up.

She opens the door wide and slowly opens her eyes. Her gaze started with the man standing. His bloodstained hands were shaky fast as he typed in his phone. Tears spilt over and flowed down his face like a river escaping a dam. She steps in the room to take a look at what was behind him in the bathtub. Which she wishes she never did.

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"Aaaah!" I shot my eyes tighter and quickly covered my ears from the sounds of the cries. I jolted in fear. Why was she bleeding? I tried to run out of the bathroom but I was unable. I opened my eyes. Oh God. It was just another nightmare. I sat up in a rush and moved my hair out of my face. I sat there for a few seconds catching my breath.

"It's okay, it was just a bad dream." I whisper to myself. The pain in my heart shot up my head making me dizzy. My eyesight was like vaseline smeared in the mirror. And my lungs were on fire not allowing me to breathe. I clutch on my pajamas top, which was wet from my sweat.

"10 9 8 7 6 5 4." My body starts to relax as I count slowly. I grab the water at my night stand and drink it. I let out a loud sigh when I realize I have minutes to get ready for my work.

I quickly take shower as I let myself go. I cried so much that I was hearing my cries over the warm water falling on to my skin. I had the same nightmare for 12 year. I wish it was just a bad dream, my mother really killed herself. My father never talked about why she did it or maybe he didn't know too. He try his best to be a good parent. But after her death the light in his eyes left, I could tell he was faking his smile. Those who lost their beloved ones lose a piece of themselves and the remaining becomes a wound that keeps bleeding. I guess that's why I grew up early, I was carrying the remaining pain my mother escaped from.

I turn the shower off, stepping out of the shower wrap the towel around my body. I washed my teeth brush and added some toothpaste. After brushing my teeth, I brushed my long curly hair and added some products to get beautiful curls and let it air dry. While waiting for it I carefully changed my clothes.

I woke my cat up and took him down stairs.

"Good morning, Zeus." I greet my African grey parrot. I opened his cage door and put my hand inside. Zeus usually lives in my living room because at night he can get very loud.

"Good morning, beautiful." He mimicked as he stepped on my hand. I smile at his cuteness and carefully walk to the glass door.

"Sid be careful, I know you are excited to go outside." I forewarned my cat. I usually let them out every morning. I have a large backyard where they love to play around. I opened the glass door and Sid ran out. I carefully grab Zeus and throw him up and he starts to fly. Zeus loved his freedom, that is why I called him Zeus; the god of the sky. The morning it rains Zeus is the saddest and he usually doesn't even make sound on those days, which breaks my heart.

"Sid, don't run on there." I warned Sid again as he was about to run on my flowers.

Only if he could understand.