The Woman in the Letter

PART 14

"I FORBID to talk about it!" I heard my father slap his hand on the magazine table. Everyone looked at me as I got out of bed and went into the room where my family gathered in a circle. As soon as Nichole saw me, she turned off the light by pressing the side button of the tablet in Henry's hand. Before turning it off, I saw a picture of Paul's car sinking in the screen light. I knew that everyone at home read the news on the sites. Taylor – Madeline's husband- stood up and showed me a seat to sit. My mother stood up, approached me, and put her hand on my forehead.

"You have a fewer," she said.

I was stunned. Everyone was sitting at the table in the kitchen, looking at me.İ tried to figure out why everyone was in my home. I could not understand whether it was for support or to protect from any attack by Paul's parents. I remembered no one knows about the video he sent to me. So, nobody can assume that Paul made suicide.

My father blushed when he saw me. At other times, my father's gaze excited me. But now all my feelings were dead. I did not feel anything.

"That's enough! You are not a child! " he said to me.

Mother wiped the sweat from my forehead. "Go to bed"

When I said "I don't want to" I couldn't recognize my voice.

My mother said, "Natalie. I understand. It's ok to be upset to hear someone died you know like that" he said, looking into my eyes. "But you shouldn't react like that. It's an accident. It can happen to anyone. In addition, there were crumbs of about 3 empty drink bottles in the car. There is nothing personal here. You shouldn't treat yourself like that"

I could not say anything to my mother. I did not tell anyone about the video that Paul sent me the night before. I did not discuss with anyone what he said there. Because I believed that the less I talked about Him, He would disappear. But the opposite happened. As I tried to forget him, Paul became the center of my life.

"You have to start meditating" Madeline attracted everyone's attention with her calm, emotionless voice in a tense room. "I will help you. It will have a better effect than antidepressants"

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HE SAID IN THAT VIDEO! I wanted to shout. I felt pain in my eyes. I restrained myself not to cry. My mother helped me sit at the table. Nichole opened the refrigerator and took a slice of lemon. He poured water into a clear glass, squeezed lemon on it, and put it in front of me. She knew I loved water with lemon flavor. At that moment, she believed that a glass of water would survive me. My heart ached. I never felt that way. Maybe I never felt guilty like that. Should I be responsible for the life of the person I broke up with?!

As I took the glass and took a sip of water, I caught Madeline's gaze on me.

You are irresponsible. You are careless. All sin is in you. Because of your childish behavior.

I lowered my head to avoid rolling my eyes. I took a deep breath. Henry stood up and stroked my back as if massaging. He kissed my hair and said, "Don't do this" he said calmly.

"Why we are so sure?" Taylor leaned on the kitchen furniture. Everyone suddenly turned around and looked at him. "We still do not know who was driving the car." He stopped for a moment and then looked at me. "The body has not been found yet," he said.

"It's because of the stream of the river," my father said "Due to the rain that has not stopped for several days, the water flow in the canal was faster"

Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Nichole jumped up and grabbed Henry's arm. When Madeline got up, she slammed her foot on the table and spilled the water.

The second time it hit harder. MURDERER!

My father and Henry ran to the door first.

My mother said, "Call the police."

The sound of the Neighbors' door was heard. I came to the corridor. Everyone was standing in front of me like a shield. When Henry opened the door, Paul's mother stopped.

Mrs. Sophie was squeezing her open fingers like a claw and breathing through her chest. Her hair, which had always been neat, was now shed in front of her.

"We called the police," said Madeline.

"Why did you come here?" My mother grabbed Henry's shoulder and slowly pulled him back.

She looked inside like a wild animal looking for prey. Then she caught me with wide eyes. "You!" she said.

It was as if the Earth had slipped under my feet. I wanted to hide behind my father. I stopped breathing. Then I began to breathe quickly.

"You're a murderer," she said quietly. Then she raised her voice and said, "You are a murderer! You are a murderer! You killed my son! You killed my son!" her face flushed with blood.

"Shut up!" my father shouted.

"You killed him!" began to cry.

I held my ears Not to hear it. But her voice was already in my brain. YOU KILLED. I KILLED. I KILLED. YOU KILLED.

I fell on my knees. No no no no-no-no. I tried to cut off the sound in my brain. I gritted my teeth. I closed my ears tighter. When I lowered my head, I saw tears in my eyes. Then Nichole hugged me and tried to make me stand up. Suddenly, darkness fell. Suddenly the sound around me vanished. I heard Paul's voice in the depths.

Be ready. Because very soon ... Whether you like it or not ... You will not be able to forget me too...