Matilda Garcia is married to one of the most established lawyers and land owners in Trinidad, and she cannot be more happier. Until, an object from her past suddenly appears in her life which leads to solve the mystery of her dead daughter, and circ...
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I was in a room inhabited by blinding darkness. A door was before me. I rubbed its surface. It felt like it was made from a very poor quality wood. The wood had cracks and dents and residue was crumbling on to my hand. I removed my hand in sheer disgust and opened the door. I entered the room that was on the other side.
Upon entering the room, a balcony caught my eye. On it a familiar girl sat in a chair, looking out at the moon. The moonlight illuminated her hair which fell past her shoulder in loose brown curls. Her golden skin glowed.
Her body froze as if she noticed my presence. She sighed.
"Mother..." she trailed off. She paused and slowly turned to face me. "Why did you hurt me?"
I screamed. Her skin suddenly turned pale. Her usually brown hair was now white. But the most frightening of all was her face. Her entire body was covered in deep cracks, like broken glass. Her eyes were pure white with no pupils and no irises. Her lips were purple and lifeless.
"Stay away from me!" I rebuked. She and the environment disappeared.
I shot open my eyes. Sweat was running profusely down my face. My heart was thumping irregularly in my chest. I could hear it very clearly in my ears. Out of habit, I clutched the left side of my chest. I sat up.
Someone put a hand on my shoulder. My body warmed at its touch. A smile crept onto my face. He had always been there for me after all these nightmares. I didn't know what would have happened to me if I never had him by my side.
Yes, this wasn't the first time that I was having this particular nightmare. It started appearing a few days ago, and the disturbing images had not left my head ever since. I could hardly sleep at night or function in dark places, because that blasted face kept showing up. Soon my lack of functionality was noticed by others around me, especially my husband, and I became the subject of their concern.
I turned to my husband and sighed. His face was that of worry. He had a right to worry. No decent soul would bat an eye at me waking up and screaming in the middle of the night, but that wasn't the only reason why he was supposed to be worried. The thing is I miss my daughter. To you this may seem normal; she was my daughter for God's sake, but it had been twelve years and she was still on my mind. I loved her, and I was devastated when she died, but these nightmares seem to revolve around her. That bugged me more than it should have.
They were in perfect timing too. It was nearing that day, the day that she died. That made me wonder what was going to occur on that day. However, it could have been nothing to worry about. It was just the anniversary of my daughter's death, but that was still too near. I didn't know if I could take another anniversary. It was in two days. It was too soon.