' ' 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖆𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖆 ' '

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It's been years since the death of my Daugther, Emma. Yet, I've come to think or believe that she may still be out there. Am I really crazy ? Nobody believes me. Not a single care towards my seeing or my incounters. All I've been told is I'm wrong. If that's so, prove it to me.

-She'd call her daugther over for dinner-

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"Emma ! Come eat ! "

- Emma comes downstairs quickly -

The weather is calm and appetizing. The clear blue bright sky was reflecting the future of a good day.

" Emma, if you finish your food we'll go play outside, sounds good? "

The child'd eyes went wide. She seemed interisted or rather inpatient and exited.

- Emma would eat faster, till the bowl was empty -

The woman, now looking at her daugthers accomplishment, decides she did a good job.

They go outside and the child immediately goes out to Play. As the woman is watching her, she gets a call from one of her friends. She looses full concentration and focus on her daugther, and answers the phone call.

" Oh my god, hiii ! " she'd say as she answered the phone call.

Unaware of her daugthers actions, she continues to chat with her friend. She gets a sudden feeling, giving her a reminder to check on her daugther.

To no surprise, Emma is doing something dangerous. She looks as if she were close to falling.

Quickly, the mother reacts and runs towards her with speed, concern, and fear.

" Emma no !!! " She'd shout as her daugther hit the floor.

Till this day, those two words still echoe in her head.

Months after her daugthers death, the mother began to believe it was her fault for being too late to save her. She believed that if she were only to be a bit earlier, she'd been able to save her, and that if she would've payed more attention to her duagther, that she would've not experience that.

Her trauma lead to depression and heavy loving towards alcohol, making her more crazy and delusional.

This stressed woman had not found herself after the pass of her daugther and was clueless on how to help herself.

Not a single day went by, when she wouldn't feel guilty and depressed. She'd remember the lovely times spent with her. She was the thing with the most value in her life, and the loss only effected her like a stab to the heart. Maybe two.

Her sister called. She seemed concerned over her health and was all ears on whatever she had to speak about with her duagther's situation. Till one day, the woman decided to check in her daugther's room, to recover memories. She knew it'd only make her feel worse. Yet, she went in.

A pale and sad look on her face, as she merged in. She sat in her daugther's bed. The woman then looked around the room.

She'd see all her toys and decorations. She could not help but cry.

~ During nighttime ~

While the woman was asleep, a sudden loud noise would wake her.

She woke up sweated, scared, and the same pale and depressed look was on her face. As she slowly walked towards her daugthers room, something gave her a bad presence.