I walked down the hallway of our apartment complex holding two heavy bags swollen with groceries.As I began to reflect the weird stuff that happened and so many theories have welled around.I checked the watched on my arm and darted my eyes towards the window.The sun was high in the sky and rays filtered out of it and bathe the apartment in it.I heard towards the stairs as I was in the third floor where the paint job was fresher and new with shades of silver and grey.
When I stopped in my tracks and inhaled a sharp breathe.The heaviness of the bags ran through my muscles.An hour ago,my mom gave a bill fresh from her latest job which paid her about two hundred Canadian dollars.My stomach rumbled at the thought of what my mom did.
Seducing men ,flirting with them and ringing them to our house.A sense of disgust washed over me as I cringed.Now that I was home,The sounds and noises and "dirty talk" diffused through my thin doors and let me up at night.Heat climbed up my throat as I gu;ped.with that,I ran my hands up and down my face in embarrassment.
Since my suspension till further notice,I heard everything.One time,I opened the door,just a peak ,just to see my moms shadows on top of someone and I resided re urge to scream my lungs out.And the guy below her asked if there was anyone in there and my mom said nothing then glared at me through the darkness then kissed the guy to shut him up.
The next day,my mom didn't let me out of the bag and told me to mind my business and stop judging her and I snapped saying I didn't what to see that then she grabbed my hair and forced to me look at her and she told me she did this all for me and I better get my act together since this is the reality and I should suck it up.I asked her why she didn't get a proper job then she grabbed me by the neck and pressed it hard,my eyes glossed and the memory burned onto my neck was still there.
It stung hard,red and raw.I craned my neck and rubbed it hard.
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It echoed in my head like a broken recorder.I cracked my head to the right and breathed in.It stung.
Earlier today,I watched the News with my mom and got my hands on every media I could get my hands on from Newspapers,the most popular one Toronto Star which documented it from two dollars from the local gazette then to Yahoo News in a famous internet cafe and little blogs to the murmurs and conversations from the kids on the skateboards to the adults who drank beer.I didn't even have to bet twenty bucks that other provinces have documented this crap.
Yep,it travelled as I zipped a lemonade juice box.A day ago.All I did was shove my hands in my pockets and walked in the breathe and inhaled everything.One popular theory :People believed she was dead and others like me believed she disappered.I remembered my mom watched the nes with her brows set down and her hands on her thoughts and her brain lost in thoughts.
She bit her lip but her eyes were glossy but I watched and clenched my pants hard.I tried not to cry or lash out.I need to be strong not just for me but for her.
They believed she vanished somewhere far away,crazy I know but I had just an inkling,a feeling that was heavy in my chest and throbbed in my head.Not a place but somewhere and others believed it was a mass or shared hallucination.And others believed she was just missing or simply never existed at all even though the prove stared at them hard and judging them right in the face.
Later the authorities,they called it a "trick of the light" and then the police stepped in and made the eyewitnesses go into drug trails and physiological counselling to help them clear their head.People even believed it was something othrworthdly.Ice prickled my veins as a shudder ran through my back because the reality was absolutely true.

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