Dear Rosie

Chapter 3

'Is this how we end?' I asked him-

'This is just a beginning, beginning of a never ending dalliance where we are the protagonist, I will find you Eleanor, in each and every life I live because I am all yours and you're all mine.'- he replied

The voices stopped, the silence was loud and unpleasant. After some long never ending moments the silence broke, the only thing I could hear right now was the beeping of machines and monitors around me, my mouth was covered with oxygen mask, I opened my eyes.

That's when the nurse called the doctor
'She woke up, Doctor!'- she said to him, they all gave me a surprising and astonishing look as if they just witnessed a miracle.

I overheard one of them saying 'Its been almost four years when she went to coma.' I was stunned, everything stopped, It all felt like yesterday, when I was brought here, I remember all the faces, the crowd, my mother lying still, the pain, the death, the monster behind it, every goddamn detail about that day. It all came back to me as my worst nightmare, the only difference here was it wasn't a dream but reality, reality where I was forced to live in.

Sometimes reality hits us so hard that in order to survive we need to keep ourselves in delusion of false hopes, happiness and that someday all our problem will ultimately end and that someday is when we die.
It does work but not for long terms, when it returns it shatters you, your heart and soul in the worst possible way.

They ran hundreds of test on me as if I was a lab rat of their crazy experiment, it took them two days to complete all the tests and procedure before I can return back to the world,
after a long and not so satisfying break.
I was returning to a world with no lights but darkness, no humans but monsters, monsters that posses abilities to take away all your hopes and happiness.

'We all pray for the safety of our loved ones but sometimes the biggest threat to them is us ourselves.'

They were finally discharging me today, they gave me a heartwarming farewell, they all were strangers to me, but I was a part of their life for four long years.

One of the elderly lady approached to me with a bouquet of roses and said-
'I know life outside will be hard dear, but so were you all these years, you fought back, you survived all the odds, don't lose hope not everyone is blessed with second chances use it for the end of your pain and sufferings.'

These were some of the nicest thing someone ever said to me after my mother, I can feel tears forming in my eyes, I couldn't respond, I gave her a long hug, that I needed that she needed, I felt safe just like I used to in my mother's lap.

'Some things are better to forget instead of letting them consume you, your heart and soul, but it's hard when that something meant everything to you.'

On my way back to home, thousands of thoughts rushed my mind. I looked out of the window it was raining,
rain is the masquerade that hides our pain and blends with our tears.

Thunderstorms felt nothing when your life is a vain, the only good thing about your heart being broken is, it cannot be further more shattered.

Isn't it ironic for some rain acts as a medium to express their love while for some just a way to hide their tears.

What if he was there? I wondered -
I don't want to see him never ever in my life.

The car stopped, my heart wrenched with pain as I took my very first step towards the slaughter house that killed my mom, our dreams and hopes-

It was exactly the same from outside, exactly the way I saw years back, they handed me the keys. I opened the door, I wasn't even shocked to see the floor covered with some tiny little weeds and the ceiling wet damp.

I walk through the building, seeing my mother's favourite crockery sets lined up in kitchen, the table cloth torned up by rodents, our family picture lying in the corner of the table, I wish we were happy the way we were in the photo, humans tend to fake things to satisfy themselves and the so called society.
Our smiles in the photo frame were the best example.

I go to my bedroom, all the polaroids of me and my mom were still intact, all these memories though healed me but during nights whe I was alone that's when it hurts the most.

The mirror was no more there but blood stains were, they were screaming for justice, peace and love. sometimes we get stuck in the past so much that we forget the present and the future.

'Love isn't complicated but we humans are.'

I was going through my mom's belonging, she looked so happy on her wedding day not knowing that was the last time she ever lived blissfully.
I found a journal of my mom, I never knew she had one.

I was about to explore her journal until someone called for me
'Where are you Rose? Granny missed you.'

It was my grandmother, the only person I can rely on right now I ran to her and gave her a big welcoming hug, she gave me a sweet kiss on my cheeks.

We cried, cried till we ran out of tears.
She was always supportive towards us, she always suggested my mom to leave that monster but she was blinded by love.

Love is both a blessing and a curse that can heal you or kill you in the best possible way.

I requested my grandma to take me to my mother, to her grave.

We spent our afternoon with her, I missed her so much, I told her everything I wish I did when she was with me, I told her how her upbringing made me strong enough to survive all the odds,
I LOVE YOU MOM!

My grandma suggested me to move in with her and help her with her bakery, I was glad I had her with me at my lowest, we were the only emotional support for eachother, we decided to move to Buckingham our hometown, I cant go back to that slaughter house and those streets because they still haunt me making me relive my worst nightmare that turned into reality.

Not every house is a home some are just penitentiary imprisoning us.