●✈ 𝐀 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 ●
❝What are you?❞
❝Do you know the line between life and death?❞
Janet Tyler, a seventeen-year-old girl whose hobby was to play badminton. She used to play badminton in her local areas and school. With the help of h...
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I... I know. It's coming. It's coming again for me. The more I try to forget, the more it comes hunting me. . . How can I be free? Can I ever become free? Can I ever run in the field of tulip garden like I used to? Can I ever smile again? Will it ever leave me?
No.
The memories are never going to leave me.
"What will I have to do to get rid of this?"
"I'm afraid you can't do anything, my child." The woman while cleaning her hands said.
"But what have I done to deserve this?" I asked.
"Maybe you're getting the wrong interpretation, or you're probably just daydreaming." A sound of turning of the doorknob was heard, and a girl probably in her 20s answered me.
Her red lipstick shone in the sunlight, and she flipped her hair without a care in the world. I watched her intently, as her next words rang, "Aliénor, I told you I don't like chocolate cake."
I lost it. "DID DAD TELL YOU NOT TO CALL MOM BY HER NAME?!"
She stopped in her tracks and then turned around, the sound of her heels clicking made my head, ache. She came near the dinner table and put a strawberry in her mouth, slowly munching on it she answered, "Aliénor? Who's making the rules now?"
"YOU-" I began to shout but my mom stopped me.
"Ah, Arthur! I myself told her to call me by my name. And, put yourself in her shoes. . . It's not easy to accept another woman as your mother so quickly. It's her life and she's free to do anything." Mom sounded like she was in pain. While the girl popped another strawberry in her mouth and ate it slowly, very slowly as if she didn't want it to swallow. Like she was savoring the taste, enjoying the delicacy, feeling the fragility.
"Huh? If I were in her place, I would have been grateful to get someone like you, who lets her do anything, call you anything, and most importantly can boss you around so easily. Yes, putting myself in her shoes I feel lucky, but she doesn't. Even after 17 years of marriage-"
"Arthur! Go to your room!" Mom shouted.
"What happened to you, mom? Why are you behaving like this?!" I was out of my mind and was not in the mood for any explanation, so I turned around to go upstairs, but just as I did, there was a huge sound mixed with her scream which almost took my soul away from my body.
I looked around, only to see her lying on the ground and slowly blood was oozing out of her head.
"MOM! Dad!! Ambulance!" I screamed and ran towards her. "She fainted! Call the ambulance!"
By the time, I managed to call an ambulance and call everyone for help, she didn't even move a bit. When I started helping mom by putting her on the stretcher, she cackled.
