Trival Fictions

My Daughters

It has been many years since my wife and my daughter passed away.

It was heartbreaking to live these years, and I am thankful that my second daughter is still with me by my side.

Tomorrow she is turning 19 and I want her to get over the past now.

She suffered a lot, a lot more than I did. I thought she is getting over it, but a few weeks back she did it again...

She looks exactly like Lavanya, my elder daughter whom I miss a lot. And when she wears her school uniform and the ping tales no one can distinguish them.

But within the first few weeks of their funeral, Sara started screaming, she had nightmares. She told me that someone was trying to kill her.

She told me she does not want to wear Lavanya's clothes, that they disgusted her but that was not an option.

I forced her to wear Lavanya's clothes because just to make us feel better and feel that she is still with us.

I cooked for her like her mother did.

I tried to make her happy, but maybe we all have different ways to overcome grief

Some of us breathe
And some bleed...

But still, she sleeps for most of the time in these years, and when she is awake she did all the weird thing.

She tried to run out of the house.

Or try to crawl in between the window.

But I can't let her go right?

Because I'm scared that she will meet an accident like them.

The world out there is dangerous, isn't it?

She can get tricked,

And even be taken.

I can't let that happen, she is the only reason why I am alive.,

So for the past 6 years, I have taken good care of her.

I don't let her leave the house.

I made sure she doesn't own a phone.

She screams at night but I am used to it now.

But suddenly the day before her birthday something terrible happened...

She set the house on fire and watched me from the kitchen.

I called her Lavanya nowadays because she looks like her.

"Lavanya my dear, what are you doing?"

She looks me through the fire, her eye like flames,
"I am not your daughter,"

My heart breaks. I watch her crawl out through the window.

"Please don't go," I beg her.

She looks at me with blood shot eyes.
She yells,
"You psychopath!" She spit out of anger.
"You abducted me.
Lavanya was never my sister, and your wife was never my mother,"