Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 15

The letter fell from my hands.

I stared at it with my mouth open.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I kept repeating in my mind.

Why me? Why us? Why her?

Tears were rising in my eyes and there was a big lump in my throat. Suddenly the earlier idea of breaking every bone in my body didn't seem so unappropriate

I runned downstairs to the front door. I wanted to get out of this place as fast as I could.

The door was locked. I grabed the first thing that came to my hand and broke the window right next to the door. I watched the glass shater along the hallway's floor.

I climbed outside and started running along the street. My destination was unknown.
It was dark outside and the street lights were pale yellow as if they had to bring the last of their strenght to bring some light into the dark world. In some strange way I understood them weather they were just some street lights or not.

I came to the end of the road. The forest started to crawl over the city here.

When I was little I used to fear this place. It was allways dark and there was no lights shining trought the trees. My mother never allowed me to go into the forest. She was affraid that I could get lost and never come back. I know strange right? She must've been paranoid or either a freak with special powers. EIther way she didn't have to wonder if her predictions were true or not, because I had never went into the forest. Well it was too late to argue with her now...

Holding my tears and sobs back, I runned straight into the woods. I strated to maneviour through the maze of trees. My heartbeat was starting to pound in my ears loudly.I was lost. And not just because I was in a neverending forest.

I was lost - emotionaly.

I droped on my knees gasping for air. My lungs felt like they were on fire.I let out a painfull scream making sure the my lungs were complitely empthy of air. I grabed my hair and started to pull it. My fingers were digging into my scull. I wanted a distraction. A distraction from reality.

And even then the only thing I could think of was my mother.

She's dead.

She's dead.

She's dead.

Why is she....why is she dead?

Why?

A sudden realization hit me. It was because of me. If I had been listening to his orders none of this would happen. If I had done the simplest things and obeyed him.

None of this would have happened.

It was all because of me. My mother was dead because of me.

I felt warm liquid on my fingertips and my head and neck started to feel numb. I couldn't imagine myself in her place.

Was she tortured? Shot? Stabed?

I felt sick just imagining it. And I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I left my last meal onto the ground. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest through my mouth.

Everything went dark.
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"Zarah? Zarah?" Someone's hands shook my shoulder.

"Zarah?" Someone turned my face from the cold, wet ground. I felt warm hands on my cheeks.

I felt cold. Really cold. It all came back to me like a bad dream.

My mother is dead.

My insides curled up of the thought. Was it real? I opened my eyes and took my suroundings in.