Neverland

Mother Isabella

She gave me the name Karma.

"Why don't I give you a name? How does Karma sound?" She suggested

"Why Karma?" I asked.

"I think it suits you. The meaning is fate or destiny."

In the beginning, I would ask myself...

Does she actually care about us?

This is a story I would think back on from time to time.

My nightmares would get worse every night before they slowly went away. It wasn't until the fifth night of my stay that I actually cried because of them. In that dream, I had lost everything. And I mean everything. I almost lost my life in the dream, but I woke up the last second.

I went to the library to read. I thought reading would distract me from my night terror. I thought the books would cheer me up a little bit. But no matter how much I read, my thoughts would wonder back to the nightmare. I cried again.

She must have heard me because she came into the library. I told her I had a nightmare and that I have been having them before since I came here.

But then she did something unexpected.

She opened her arms and pulled me close to her. She stroked my long hair gently.
Then she hummed a sweet melody that seemed familiar. Ray would hum it. He must have learned it from her.

I relaxed. Her hummimg worked like magic. I wondered if there was a meaning in the melody, but I didn't think about it too much.

While she continued to comfort me, I thought of something. I kept trying to tell myself that she's still my enemy, don't get too close, she doesn't love me. But then some part of me deep down inside felt that she may actually care for all of us.

One part of me said to end this comfort immediately before I think of anything else. But the other part wanted to hold on to her for a bit longer.

Ray told me I should stay 'close', but don't mean anything behind my words or actions.

When the next shipment had came, I told myself she doesn't actually love us. This was all fake and it always has been. She'll move on like it was nothing. She won't remember me if I'm shipped off and dead.

After a few weeks past, something else happened. I was having trouble combing my hair one morning. Mom found me and saw I was irritated. She asked what was wrong and I told her that I was trying to untangle my hair. She left and came back with a small brush. She then started untangling my hair.

But then she started humming. That same melody from the night I had that one nightmare. I remain silent and still.

She reminded me when my mother would brush my hair in the mornings. My mother would always compliment on how smooth my hair was. She would try different styles for my hair and said it looked better down.

Mom was done untangling my hair and began to style it. The usual low bun, messy but styled. She was even gentle with my hair.

"There. No more tangles." She said.

"Thank you." I said to her.

"You're welcome." She said and then exited the bathroom.

A tear trickled down my face and I wiped it quickly. I washed my hands and left to go eat breakfast.

"Don't. She doesn't truly love me."

If there I'd anything I've learned, she's evil. She's proved it.

Manipulative.

Devious.

Selfish.

November 2045. The next shipment came and chose one of my best friends.

I wanted to completed stay away from her.

But something about her surrender at the wall told me something else.

At the wall, she almost had me. I was right in front of her. She could've kept me there and shipped me off.

But she didn't.

Why did she sacrifice herself?

Maybe one day, I'll find the answer. But as for now...I'm gonna focus on the future.

Goodbye Mom. Goodbye House. I am thankful for nearly three years of solitude.

Goodbye life at Gracefield.

Hello Neverland.