“There’s an accident”
Those simple words feel like a bomb has exploded in my heart.
I look at Auntie still dressed in her sleeping gown, her face paler than the mess of her white hairs.
“Richard, Cordelia and Emily are rushed to ….”
I didn’t wait for her to finish as I rush downstairs, and find Uncle Tom and Kyla waiting with the car on the front door.
‘Accident’ ‘car’ ‘Travelling back home’
I barely heard Auntie’s voice as tears are flowing uncontrollably in my eyes as I recall just how happy we are the morning before.
What goes wrong?
Why are they travelling at this late hour?
No, it can’t be happening?!
Rushing towards Hospital de Madrid I follow like a zombie on Auntie Cora’s wake.
Coldness seems to creep into my heart as blindly run towards the room where Mom is under surgery. My soul feels empty as I feel myself be guided on a nearby chair while I stare blankly on nothing.
My mind detached to anything, only snippets of voices can pass through the invisible wall that rise up on my head.
“Mrs. Falcon has a massive head trauma and the doctors are doing their best to save her”
My heart starts to bleed with those words. Please save my mother I pleaded silently.
“Mr. Falcon died on the site of accident. Massive injuries”
My already bleeding hearts crack, deep bleeding fissures web through it.
No!
It can’t be true?!
Dad is not dead.
“The little girl died as well. Massive internal injuries”
Those words shattered my heart into tiny shards, piercing the silence and breaking the control I maintains.
Slowly I stand up and walk towards the room where Mom is.
“Mom” I whispered, my voice breaking with emotion.
“Mom” I feel Auntie hold me back but I just pull myself out of her.
“Mom!” I barely feel the restraining hands of the people around me as I fight my way towards the room where mother is fighting for her life.
Kicking, biting and scratching my way towards the door that separates me to my mother. I'm blinded by grief and pain that I didn’t even notice the stinging prick on my arm.
Slowly the surgery door blur…
No.. Mom..
My vision darkens slowly
Slowly
And slowly
Until a fell into the dark oblivion of a drug induced sleep.
I wake up with a start, a bit disoriented as I focus my eyes on the cream and purple walls of my room back at our ancestral home in Buckinghamshire, England.
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Demonic Spell (18+)
FantasyThe day that Elisha learned that she still have a blood relative looking for her is the day she buried her adoptive family. The mystery of their deaths and the disappearance of her biological parents haunted her. Left alone to protect the legacy sh...
