The Mystery My Mom Kept

Part 1: Introduction

I heard a woman panicking but there was nobody around. "Where are you?". I ran away from the voice not knowing that wasn't what I was supposed to do. The voice kept getting closer and closer, it felt like some sort of nightmare. I kept running and running. The voice gave me a warm memory reminding me of someone, I remembered my mom keeping me close to her, her hands going through my hair. She said everything was gonna be alright and it's just a nightmare. It was all gonna be alright, she is gonna be there when I wake up.

I woke up screaming and it took me a minute to realize that my mother died 3 years ago. It keeps going through my head, the moment the cops came in and dragged her to the centre of the city. The cops weren't gonna tell me what happened, within seconds they executed her. Right before my eyes, not knowing things would never be the same. The first week I had to stay at the police station, they wanted to know what information I had to offer them. As a matter of fact I didn't know what happened what leaded to the execution. They were not telling me a single thing about the dead of my once so beautiful mother. I shattered a tear. I wanted to be independent from that day on, but the police wouldn't let me. I wouldn't blame them, only 15 with a trauma. It's been 3 years ever since, and after all this time I still don't have any clarification. I need to find out the the truth, to honour her.

I already had a file with all the information and tips, but there was nothing useful. I always felt like people knew more, because everybody told me that my mom did horrific things to others. I refused to believe it though, because she wasn't a bad person. She always protected me. It's just unbelievable that she might have hurt anyone. Nobody has ever talked about the execution with me or the cause of it. It feels like they are threatened to keep their mouths shut about it. The only things written on the paper are about interviews I had with others. I need to look deeper into the case, step into my mom's personality. For now it's better to only question the police about it. I'm not gonna ask too much, what if something happened to me.

I walked up to the police station with my file for some questions, my arrival wasn't exactly wanted there. Everybody looked at me differently and I had no idea why. An officer sat on his chair reading a magazine. When I walked by he looked up and gave me a judgemental look. I went to the service desk and the woman gave me a smile after all. "How can I help you out." I pointed to my file and leaned on the desk. "I need some information about my mother's case, I have to know why she was executed." She looked stressed and grabbed the phone that was located next to her hand. She began to sweat and pressed some numbers. "Can you please come down, there is a girl here for you." There was a feeling going down my stomach and realized this wasn't gonna end well.

The officer walked down the stairs and gave me a tiny smile, and waved. He acted like he knows me, but he doesn't. He walked up to me. "If that isn't Sakura Barlowe, what brings your here my dear." The tone in his voice gave me goosebumps. "I'm here for my mum, I need to find out how my mum died and I would like to see her file." His smile faded and he stood there, thunderstruck. "I don't know if we have her file, I'll call you before 6 if we have it. Henderson, will you please guide this lady to the door." There is no file and if the file is there he would never ever call me. This allerted me, it's all a cover-up. My mom knew things she shouldn't have and she paid the price. She didn't do anything wrong but they brutally murdered her. I felt lonely again, nobody was there to protect me.

It was horrible to know that I would never know anything about it. I looked at the clock and it was already 18:00. I tried to cook something and just relax. I never recieved a call from them. Suddenly I heared a knock on my door, kinda strange since it's the normal time for dinner. "Who is this?" I heard no answer so I opened the door. "I have information about your mother. I know the police won't give it away. If I tell you the information, you are not safe anymore." You are not safe anymore. I was in doubt whether to take the consequence or just live without knowing what really happened. It was a tough call but my life is worth more. Or is it? "I want to know it. Take me to another place where I'm safe or whatever but I want to know what caused the execution." The guy nodded and grabbed my hand. "By the way, I'm Haydon." I shaked his hand. "I'm Sakura but you knew that already." From today on, it's gonna be difficult for me.