Celine (ON-GOING)

Prologue

I opened my eyes and spent a moment gazing up at the ceilings, sensing something unusual.

It is already 7:42 in the morning when I sit and look at the wall clock in my room.

My mother's cooking is already emanating from the kitchen. Ah, it smells wonderful. I wonder what she was preparing this time.

She noticed me as I timidly entered the kitchen and grinned. I stumbled, "H-hello? Mother."

She gave me a perplexed look and said, "Hello daughter," laughing.

She took my hand and led me over to the table where she was preparing breakfast, saying, "Here we go."

She gave me a glass of milk and placed some pancakes on my plate.

Mom said, "Your favorite combination!" and handed me a jar containing white powder. After I gave her a puzzled expression and she continued to stare at me with her "are you going to take this or what?" expression, I decided to accept it.

I wonder what the white powder inside is and what I'm going to do with it.

Mom chose to eat with me, and as she was ready to start eating her pancakes, she realized that I was looking at her.

"Are you okay? You haven't touched your pancakes it'll get cold soon," she said.

"You're not going to put some milk powder on your pancakes?" she asked as I stared at her confused.

I said with confusion, "W-what?"

She continued, "Favorite combo," and I'm still not sure what she was trying to express. I opened the jar and began to eat the milk powder inside of it because I didn't want to confuse her. Suddenly, I felt the urge to swallow the entire jar, but it was too much for me. I coughed, and the jar fell out of my hand, shattering the tranquility with a loud crack of glass.

Along with the milk powder, fragments of the jar were lying around on the ground. I was trembling and thought I was going to faint. I stopped off my mother's questioning, "Oh goodness, drink. Are you not feeling we—"

I yelled, "Mother, I'm okay," as I gulped for air and then abruptly came to. Mom was gazing at me in disbelief while expressing concern. I gave her a hug out of regret.

"I'm sorry, mother, I'm sorry," I whispered.

She gave me a second hug and stroked my head, saying, "I know my child," before kissing me briefly on the ear.

Mother advised me to wait when the phone rang. I was standing on the broken glasses of the jar when an insect from the pancake flew around and landed on my feet. I then noticed blood dripping from my feet. This is odd; I'm not experiencing any pain. I chose to sit in the chair so that I could remove the glass that had pierced my feet. I did so without any difficulty, but as soon as I did, blood began to flow from my feet. In a fit of rage, I grabbed the biggest piece of cloth I could find and decided to stuff all the glasses inside of it. Once I was done, I went to the bathroom and made the decision to wash my feet because they were covered in blood.

Mom yelled from the kitchen, "Sweetie, where are you?"

There must be a reason why my blood keeps dripping, I thought as I looked at my feet. When the water in the bathtub practically resembles blood, I become really afraid.

The door is loudly knocked, and Mom questioned, "Sweetie, are you in there?"

The blood won't stop, and I have no idea what to do. How will I explain this to my mother? I want to avoid worrying her. Seeing her dejected hurts me.

I immediately closed my eyes when the door opened. I am such a moron that I did not lock. I can't look at my mother like this, and I know the bathroom is horrifying.

"Aw, sweetie. You fell asleep again?" Mom
questioned me.

I gradually opened my eyes to discover her in front of me, her head cocked.

She held me and said, "Poor daughter, I told you to stop drinking those drugs. It'll destroy you."

Why is she acting differently? My mother poked my nose and said, "Okay sweetie, I want you out in the bathroom. You haven't finished your breakfast."

I thought she was meant to be horrified when she saw me in a pool of blood when she came out of the restroom.

When I came to my feet, I noticed that the tub was empty and that there was no longer any blood on them. The space was clean and showed no evidence of blood.

I exited the restroom and made my way to the kitchen. Mom was eating while listening to jazz music on the radio.

The floor was clean and free of any glass, jars, or blood spills. The situation was typical.

My mother was smiling at me as I sat there gazing at her. I responded by grinning back. Mom handed me a jar with a white powder inside and said, "Here we go,"

"Your favorite combination!"

Dé jà vu, this exactly occurred earlier. She began to add some powder to my pancakes and said, "You know what, let me do it. You appear not well today, hand me those pills okay?"

What is going on,

I then realized that I had already begun to eat the pancakes, which were excellent.

I asked my mother out of the blue, "Mother, what is my name," and she appeared astonished.

She giggled as she gave me a long look.

"Celine, you idiot," I muttered, and she suddenly appeared shocked.

A chubby girl asked me, "No seriously, who are you talking to?" in front of me. She has short hair and is wearing an apron. She is mom?

What the heck is going on? Really, am I on something? She was not previously my mother.

She laughed out loud.

"Oh, Celine,"