Twisted Truth

Chapter Twenty Six

ADDIE

The sun is shining straight in my eyes and the wind is blowing so hard its hard to breathe but I can hear someone calling my name. The voice is very familiar, familiar and comforting. Where have I heard that voice? Its female, her tones soft but her voice carries well.

"Adaline! Addie baby where are you?" How does she know my name. Her voice becomes frantic.

Looking around I see I'm surrounded by trees and I'm lost. What is this place? I feel like I'm floating. Looking down I notice that I don't look right. I'm dressed in an obnoxious yellow sundress.

Wait.

I remember this dress.

"Addie! Come out baby! Mummy is getting worried now." Mum?

Mum I'm here! I try to call out but my body feels like it's made of lead. I can't move, mum I'm right here! Please! Let me just see her face once. I can't speak to call out to her. What's going on?

No no no no no

I remember this day! This is the day she was killed. I watched the whole thing, this is the day my whole life changed. No I want my mum please!

Take me back! Take me back!

This is a dream.

Wake me up!

WAKE UP!

I'm forced awake by a gasp, bolting up right in bed. My eyes desperately searching for my mum. My shoulders drop when I realise I've woken up. It was just a dream. I find I'm alone in bed but that is not uncommon.

I try to calm down, shaking the memory from my head. I wish I could dream of my mother every night. Just not that day, any day just not that one.

I have never been given the true story as to what happened that day. My father barely said ten words to me when he was sober and Daniel has always thought it best I never know. I recall bits and pieces of that awful day but nothing that ever makes sense. I was four at the time so my memories are faded.

I'll probably never get the truth as to what really happened to her. Not that I'm sure I even want too. If my father had anything to do with it, I'm sure it was a brutal way to die and I dont think I could bare that knowledge. I'm at peace with just living my life knowing that one day she was here and then the next she was gone.

I used too, when I was a child make up stories that a fairy took her away. That she needed her more than me. That just because she left me on this planet, it doesn't mean she doesn't still watch over me. Its stupid, I know but it's a lot nicer than the reality.

I look like her and sometimes I notice the pain in my brothers eyes when he looks at me. Daniel wasn't as fortunate as me. He was old enough to remember what happened to her. It's the one thing I'm grateful for. The only memories I have of her, as few as they are. They are all lovely ones. I hold them close to my heart.

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The dream of my mother has lived rent free in my brain for a week now. Every time I close my eyes I can see her staring at me. At first it was a comfort, now its unnerving. The women staring at me looks like my mum but she has an evil glint in her eyes which is growing by the day.