waking up from the flashback ...
I could hardly forget ...
how intense it was for me ...
to handle the puppets ...
Saturday ...
back then ...
I was sitting there ...
In one of my room corners ...
trying to pray ...
But something stops me everytime ...
Something calls ...
Something whispers ...
you're not one of them ...
You're one of us ...
words of the radio songs heading from kitchen :
" And I love you so ,
The people ask me how ... "
" How I've lived till now ..
I tell them I don't know ... "
wiping out my tears with my sleeve ...
slowly stepping out of the room ...
I remembered everything ...
I remembered how I was being hold in arms ...
how I have been raised ...
treated like a real human ... no doubts ..
My father's cassette goes on with the same song :
" And yes ... I know ...
how lonely life can be ... "
" the shadows follow me ..
and the night won't set me free "
Till then ...
The older you become ...
The more ... you need to open up ...
stepping out of the kitchen ...
he walks towards the table , slowly placing down the plates ...
He then approaches me with a warm smile ...
my father : " The food is ready , Martha "
He paused for a moment while carresing my shoulder ...
Me : " I'm not hungry ... " I said ..
keeping my face away from his ...
My father : " you look pale ... "
his tone sounded more caring ...
" you haven't eaten all day when I wasn't here ... "
I smiled sadly ...
Once I had the chance ... to open up ..
Me : " it sounds like you do care ... " I turn to look at him ...
his face all of a sudden was confused with disappointment ...
My father : " what do you mean ? "
YOU ARE READING
Martha S1: breaking the path
ParanormalWith an old pen - No date - no time ... This is my story , written by my hand ... I beg you ... don't judge the book by it's cover ... it's not me ... please ... keep everything you know about my life as a secret .... I'm so scared Promise me...
