Our Mental Love

Chapter 8

I lay on my bed. My aunt locked my door from the outside. She doesn't trust me anymore. I sigh and rest my head under my hands. I hear the lock engaging and my aunt opens the door slightly. She pokes her head in.

"Hi Darren. How are you?" She smiles at me but I just stare at the ceiling. "I'm sorry Darren but this was requested from the nearby men-"

My aunt stops talking almost immediately. She gasps and I just nod. "Darren. I'm so sorry." Her voice is full of pity. I just nod my head again.

She walks to my bed and lays something thick next to me. "I thought you would want this." I don't say anything. She sighs slightly and claps her hands once. My aunt leaves and closes the door. I hear the lock again. I listen to her footsteps and then it stops. A door closes gently, so gently you can barely here it shut.

I lift myself up with my elbows and look at what my aunt had given me. It was the daily newspaper. I roll my eyes and fall back on the bed. I grab it anyway and look at it. A new headline about Kowa appears. "AFTER ATTACKED BY MEN, GIRL IS FINE." I sigh annoyingly at the title. I scan quickly for words. I look down at the page and see a picture of Kowa badly damaged in a hospital bed. Her hair is tangled and her face is scratched and bruised. Her arms are hanging limply beside her.

I throw the paper in my trash can but it missed. It hits the rim and makes the can tip over. Tons of garbage fall and spread around it.

I sigh and close my eyes. I listen to my breathing. A sleepy haze starts to form but I open my eyes. Bright sunlight shines in and my eyes start to burn. I tug the curtains and noticed they were fixed. I toss them out of my hands.

I look around my room and realized I had nothing to do. I looked at my desk and noticed the box again. I grab it and open it. The contents were completely different. I start to dig through the pictures. My heart started beating faster. My hands began to sweat. I can't find the picture of me and my dad.

I pour out all the contents and rummage through it. Pictures fall off my bed and spread around the floor. My heart is beating faster as faster. I throw the pictures all over the place. My hands start to shake crazily.

My breaths are uneven. I look around my bed. All the pictures were of my mom, carrying my dad's dead body.