Summoning Silences : The SuperNova ✔

XIII

Part III
Chapter - 3

“What did I tell you?” she yelled. “Why? Why do you not listen to me?”

I did not answer. She had all rights to do it.

“Do you even know how worried I was when they called me? When I realized why you fainted?”

Her voice echoed in my hollow chest. I realized it. How stupid I have been, to think that all I did impact me only. It did not. It affected everyone who cared for me.

She gulped. “I… I am not letting you do it anymore. I won’t let you…”

“Mom—”

She yelled, her voice more scared than agitated. “No…no,” she cried, “you do not talk back. Do not talk back to me…”

I sighed. “Mom… I know you’re worried, but you need to understand. It was a…”

“No, Alex, ”—and she pressed me closer—“That is not the thing. That is not… you did it. You made it.”

My heart skipped a beat. I felt an unrequited rush of adrenaline surge through my body.

“You made it,” she repeated, “you made it.”

I could hear her heartbeat. Amidst it, somewhere, I forgot that I was not breathing as well. Even if I sorted through my oldest of memories, I could not remember anything more than those dirty aisles, a cardboard panel hung right on the wall in from of our door, painted someday by some skateboarders. The same old walks, the dull boring life. But it was not anymore. We made it change. Our darkest times were over. We could move on and be happy for once.

A few tears fell from my eyes. They were the burdens in my heart, now rising to my eyes lids. I guess, I had to bid them farewell too someday. She was there for me, for a long time, before she made sure that I was okay.

I stopped crying then. And I laughed, and I laughed a lot with her. We talked, and talked about our future. How intensely the days in front of us seemed to shine. I’d be there to see it.

She left me there, and told me that she had paid for my food. I was to see her at home, where we were to decide about how we wanted to build a new one. I thanked her. Then, I was alone.

I picked my phone up from the side table. I wanted to know the time. I wanted to know the day, the time; even to the preciseness of the seconds. I wanted to memories the day when everything changed. Though, I knew, that I was fooling myself. I knew exactly the time when my life was rewritten. It had been rewritten a long time back, and perhaps, this punctuated it for finality.

My hand tautened from the vibration of my cell. It hurt a little. I read the contact. It was an unidentified number. I picked it up, and barely put it to my ear, when I heard shrieks pierce my ear.

Someone yelled through it.

“What have you done? What have you done to him?” The voice was so vicious, like if it could, it would pour all the venom it held inside into my heart, and I would die from it. But it was also, equally desperate, broken, and lost.

“Who do you… think you are? You… how dare you think that you can take him away from me?”

It was frightened too.

And because of something, I knew who it was.

“Is that why I let you into my house, you bitch? So that you could destroy his mind, huh? Is that it? I… I… I will take you to the court. I’ll sew you. I don’t know who I am… and—”