Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 20: A Mother's Love

{ No one will ever love you
as much as I do }

Her heart dropped when she realised what Crista was telling her from the other side of the phone.

Every night, after some of the doctors shifts were done and most of the patients were sleeping, the hospital was extremely silent and empty. There was not a single soul in the hallways. Except from a dark shadow that entered the building in secret. He walked down the halls and got on the fourth floor. He did stand in front of a room. On the door there was the number 8 and under this a name. Ahmed Maradona. The shadow opened the door slowly trying not to make a single sound. He got in the room step by step and close the door behind him. The room was dark, but there was a small light next to the boy's bedroom, making everything visible enough to someone to move around the place.

  Ahmed was sleeping peacefully in his bed, covered by the white sheets. Next to his bed, there was a small table. On this table there were placed an emergency button, a notebook and a few pens, a book, a bottle of water and a glass which was half filled with water.

The man walked closer to the sleeping child and once he checked if the boy was sleeping he turned his attention to the glass. He took out of his pocket a small bottle of a deathly liquid and let a few drops in the water, making sure they were enough to cause the worst that could happen.
He left the room in absolute silence, closing the door behind him and just like that he disappeared. The minutes and second on the clock were counting the moments before a brand new war was starting. The air was making slightly the curtains move creating shadows here and there in the room. From small patterns to huge monsters.

  Only an hour before the sun started rising Ahmed woke up and tiring sit up on his lap and grabbed the glass from the table next to him. He slowly drank a little and placed it back down. He fixed a bit his pillow layed down ready to fall back asleep. But he felt his heart rising. It was getting difficult for him to breathe and his vision was going blur any second that it was passing. He grabbed the emergency button and pressed it with all his power.
  He, somehow, managed to take a deep breathe scream from his lungs for help, before he felt back in the bed with his eyes closed.

"Sylvie, it's an emergency. Come in the hospital as fast as you can."

"Sylvie, where the fuck are you?"

"Pick up your fucking phone."

"Someone poisoned Ahmed during the night."

"For goodness sake! Ahmed is in danger. I don't know if he will make it."

"Sylvie!!"

19 missed calls and 6 texts later Sylvie woke up and checked her phone. She called Crista back and she explained her everything. She got dressed and run to the hospital. While she was driving she could feel hot tears coming in her eyes. Someone tried to kill her only child. Her hands were trembling. What if he didn't make it? Was she losing him?
"Sylvie, please calm down."
She couldn't hear what Bella was saying. She was trying to drive straight but she couldn't. She passed red lights and almost hit a few other cars. Fuck that! Ahmed is dying. She wanted to scream but she had to stay calm.
How the fuck are you suppose to stay calm in a situation like this?

God, take anything you want from me but not Ahmed. Not him. Why him? Don't punish me like that. Not my child. Give me a chance to fix myself. Please! Not him. Take me in his place. Let my child live. He did nothing wrong.
They finally arrived at the hospital and she run inside looking like a paranoid. Her eyes were red and she was trembling from her head to toes.
"Where's Ahmed Maradona?"
"Sylvie!" before the lady in front of her managed to answer she heard a voice calling her. She turned her head and found Crista running towards her. When she reached her she hugged her tight and all her sobs came out of her body.
"Sylvie, stop. He is alright. He made it. He is recovering. Don't worry."
After she managed to stop crying she looked in Crista's eyes and thanked her. The other looked down on the floor and told her that she didn't do anything to save him. And that she didn't keep the promise she had give to Sylvie.
"Crista, it's not your fault. I'll find who did it. And he will pay with his own soul."