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CHAPTER | FOUR

|AURA'S POV|

Mornings weren't the same without my vanilla scents around the room. To be honest, my room actually stinked. I hated this. I got up and checked every corner of my room. Nothing. Not even a single spec of dust or dirt was to be seen anywhere around so where was the smell coming from? I looked up at the ceiling and saw a doll. It was a really pretty doll with pink cheeks. The part that creeped me out was that she had no hair and was made of yellowish white cloth. I looked closely and saw that it was filled with some sort of filling. Cotton wool I suppose. Maybe the smell came with this doll. Even stranger was the fact of her being stuck to my ceiling. How did dad not notice this? I had a bad feeling about all the shit that was going on. I decided to tell mom about this after lunch and maybe, you know; have a little mother daughter time together.

I still remember the last time we spent time together. I was four. She was getting me ready as a fairy for my show. She was so warm and happy. Her hugs were so calming and peaceful. She always smelled like vanilla. Thats where I get my vanilla liking from. I remember breathing her in every time I hugged her. I remember how she used to apply her lipstick as well. So carefully..

But all this changed after that horrendous event. It took everything I had. It took my mom. Tears started brimming near the edge of my eyes again. I didn't wipe them away this time. I let my tears flow with the memory that scarred me for life.

I knew I would fall any moment and so I prepared myself for the fall. It didn't happen right away but eventually after two or three minutes, I fell. My knees were shaking and shaking and shaking so bad. At least that reminded me that I was still alive. I fell in the middle of the same abandoned road I was on ever since this shit started. I knew they would find me now. A tear suddenly escaped my eye. I was gonna die. I remembered my room and all the happy moments that didn't exist anymore. I rolled and lay on my back now. I looked left and right. Nothing. I smiled.

We all sat down for lunch together after what seemed like a very very long time. I looked carefully at each and every family member. Musseh seemed distressed while dad was extremely happy. Mom wasn't very happy either. Something was going on and no one was telling me. Maybe mom would tell me in our "talk" that we would have after this.

I silently chewed into my risotto without looking at anyone after that. Someone needed to fix this house and soon. If no one would try, I would for sure. God made me capable of handling things and I knew I had the choice to choose my "things".

Girl or no, I would stand up for the people I loved. Even though that meant that at some point they would hate me and would leave. Misunderstanding the whole situation was a speciality of people close to me. I would still protect them cause after all, I really did love them. With all my heart at that.

After washing the dishes, I looked at mom all the while gathering up courage to talk to her. She looked at me and smiled. It wasn't her usual smile though. She gave me this totally sad kind of smile which immediately gave me a hint of the situation. As usual, something was wrong. I slowly walked up to her, wiping my hands on a towel on the way.

"Mom?"

"Yea?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Me too."

"Oh."

This completely shook the earth beneath my absurd feet in a matter of only minutes. Mom wanted to talk to me. I felt myself smiling. Mom actually wanted to talk to me. Wow. Now this was an achievement. I looked forward to our little meeting as planned with hope sparkling in my eyes.

I walked up to my room and waited for what seemed like a few moments before mom barged in through my door and motioned me to follow her. She noticed the doll on the ceiling before she left the room but I guess she ignored it just like I did.