See The Stars [Completed]

Chapter One

I saw him lying there lifeless, slowly passing out as he trembled in pain. 

It was midnight. And the living room was dark. All I could hear were his moans and my mother's cries as she ran out of the bathroom and kneeled next to him. 

All I could see was the blood pouring out of his head. And the shattered glass of the vase was all over the place with its one end in my hand. My mother looked up at me and screamed. 

“What did you do, Darla!” All I could do was stare back at her. I threw the vase to the side and clenched my eyes shut due to the sting of the shards that had pierced the skin of my hand.

“It had to be done,” I mumbled. “After last night, this was the only solution. Come on, mom. We need to leave.” I almost screamed when she cradled his head in her lap and glared at me. 

“You shouldn’t have done this.” 

“I am the one to blame? I shouldn’t have done this?” I pointed at myself and ran a hand through my hair not caring that it would turn red. 

“He is the one to blame. How could you still call him your husband, your lover after he brought his fucking friends with him and didn’t do shit as they molested you?!” I yelled at her. My breathing turned shallow as her face went passive. 

“You shouldn’t have come out of the room.” She looked away. Was she ashamed that I knew about it?

“No. He shouldn’t have made you please his fucking friends. What made you agree mom? What the fuck?” I was getting worked up. But looking at the scene in front of me, I guess I was past the point of getting worked up. 

“So this was the solution? Trying to kill him?” She stood up and walked inside the bathroom to retrieve the same towel she was just using to wipe away the blood and gore from her body that his friends left as goodbye gifts. 

“Yes!” I threw my hands up. “This was the only choice you had left me.” 

“There is always another choice.” 

“Oh, do not–” I walked towards her and pointed an accusing finger at her face. “–do not play the victim now. No child wants to see their mom getting abused every day and then getting assaulted in the worst imaginable ways. These paper-thin walls don’t hide anything.” I spat. She didn’t back down. She stood up and her jaw tightened. And then she said what I didn’t want to hear. 

“Did you start hallucinating again? What do you see tell me? Is she here?” Mom grabbed my shoulder and shook me when I just stared at her. My mom thought I had gone bonkers. I hadn’t completely gotten off the rails. Not yet. But if I didn’t do it today, I might’ve suffocated in my room. 

“Mom. Please. Just come back to me.” I cupped her face as her hysterical eyes searched mine. “I need you. I have needed you for the past two years.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. But I went cold when she shrugged me off. 

“Tell me, do you see them or not?” Instead of answering her question, I looked past her shoulder toward Milo. She had been standing there the whole time, watching me, guiding me. She nodded at me. 

”Tell her,” Milo said. I looked back at my mother and sighed. 

“I never stopped seeing them.” She lurched backward in shock and looked around the room in fear. I tilted my head in confusion. Did she realize that these were my hallucinations, not some ghosts? 

“But the doctor said–” I cut her off. 

“He told you what I told him.” I looked down. 

“So you have been pretending this entire time?” She took another step back.