Betrayal

Behind closed doors

    Tonight, as l lay in this bed, once a sanctuary of warmth and love, now a haunting reminder of the terror that lies within, I'm consumed by the darkness of my past. The storm raging outside mirrors the turmoil brewing inside me, its thunderous roar and flashes of lightning transporting me back to that fateful night etched in my memory like a scar.

I try to catch my breath but the air is thick with weight of memories l have desperately tried to suppress. The tempest outside awakens the tempest within and I'm powerless to stop it.  My mind,  a prisoner of its own fears, drags me back to the early years of my life, when the world was a daunting and unforgiving place.

The storm's  fury is like the drumbeat of my own heartbeat, its lightning illuminating the dark recesses of my mind, where the shadows of that terrible night still linger. I'm trapped in a web of memories, unable to escape the anguish that has haunted me for so long.

As the storm rages on, I'm forced to confront the demons l have tried to keep at bay, their presence suffocating  and their grip unyielding. My mind, a battleground of emotions, is torn asunder by the conflicting desires to confront the past and flee from its horrors.

l can still see the image of her lifeless body, her limbs severed,  it's like a curse  etched in my mind. I have relived that moment every single day of my life. The rain mixing with my tears, the blood mingling with the mud.
It was the darkest night of my entire existence, all the tortures we had endured meant nothing. It was a night that would haunt me forever. The rain poured down like a deluge, mixing with my tears and the blood that flowed from my wounds. I was just a child but fate had thrust upon me a task that no child should ever have to  endure.

I had to gather the shattered remains of my mother, her lifeless body torn apart by the monster who had stolen our happiness for so long. The sound of the rain drumming against the ground, the feel of the cold wet the earth beneath my feet, The sight of my mother's limbs strewn about like a puzzle.

I had to collect each piece, my small hands shaking with fear and grief,  and then, l had to dig the grave,  my tiny hands digging into the mud, my heart heavy with sorrow. I buried her remains with my own hands, wishing the earth could swallow me whole, longing to erase every memory, every scar,  yet even after so many years, they still linger a constant reminder of my dreadful fate. Perhaps, I'm a prisoner of my own making forever trapped in this darkness.

That fateful night, I trudged back home, my feet heavy with grief. the house, once a prison of abuse , was now a haunted tomb. My mother , my protector and my everything was gone, silenced by the monster's cruelty . I was consumed by a void , a despair so profound that l crumbled to my kneels, my screams echoing through the darkness.

I begged for her return, my cries piercing through the night, as I stumbled through the empty rooms, searching for a ghost but the silence was deafening, a chilling reminder that l was alone , abandoned in a world that had turned evil. The darkness seemed to closing in, suffocating me.

As I called out for my mother, my voice was swallowed by the shadows. I realized with a jolt of terror that l was truly alone. The darkness had claimed me and I was left to face the horrors that lurked within as the house, once a sanctuary, had become a dungeon, a constant reminder of my loss and helplessness.

As l finally drifted off to sleep that night, the haunting memories of how the monster had taken the life of my mother had come flooding back, suffocating me in a sea of terror. My mother's desperate embrace, her tears, and her fear-filled eyes were etched in my mind like a curse. The monster's shadowy figure loomed large, pulling her away from me, throwing me against the rocks with a force that left me battered and bleeding.

I relieved the horror, my screams and cries miggling with my mother's pleas for mercy amidst the deafening thunder  and lightningstrikes. The monster's cruel words, her struggles, and her ultimately futile attempts to escape....it all played out like a macabre dance in my mind. I felt my heart shatter as I watched, helpless , as he raised his dagger to strike.

The nightmare was so real, so vivid that l woke up gasping  for breath, my body drenched in sweat, my heart heavy with grief. And then the crushing realization it wasn't just a dream but a reality I had to face .