The Crown's Game

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"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm f-"

"Soraya, you are not fine!" my father yells

"Charlie, let's talk in the other room." my mum whispers trying to calm him down. As they walk out of the room I mouth a 'thank you' and Mum nods in return.

I lie down on my bed thinking over the previous events, just trying to make sense of it.

"I'm fine." I try to convince myself, but my voice is shaky and I feel out of control.

I put my hands over my face breathing heavily. Maybe I'm not okay.

"Hey love. Do you need anything?" my mum asks walking into the room.

My stomach roars and my head starts to ache. "I'm just thinking about why I can't remember much. Its just tha-" I stop mid sentence because my throat becomes dry and no words come out.

She nods "Are you sure that everything's okay Aya?" she asks worried

I nod and hop off the bed. I slip on my shoes and walk out of my bedroom door, quickly past my mum and dad. They ask where I'm going but I ignore them, keeping my pace swift as I exit their house. I feel cold emotionless tears pour out of my eyes but I wipe them off and keep my head held high. Then thoughts of what happen make my eyes close, my eyebrows ruffle, and my lips turn into a frown as I fall to my knees and real, cold tears stream down my cheeks as I sob.

I spent most of the day everywhere but my parent's house. I was in such a rush earlier that I forgot to take my car. It was 7:13 at night when I finally just took a deep breath and thought about what had happened.

"Alright mum, I'm gonna go to sleep, I'll see you in the morning." I said kissing her cheek

"Mhm." she said in a motherly type of way.

I laugh before heading upstairs. I lied down staring at the ceiling for a while before I started drifting off. I suddenly shot up when I heard my mum and dad talking aggressively.

"Are you sure that Aya is telling us the truth?" my mum asks my dad.

"Honestly Carrie, I'm not sure." he sighs heavily, "I want to trust her, I do, but she isn't fine. She needs therapy or something."

"Do we really need to go as far as therapy? I'm pretty sure I raised a mentally healthy child!" my mum said

"Yeah well I thought that we raised a trustworthy child, a girl that was going to tell us what's really going on in her life and why her roommate of all people told us that she freaks out all the bloody time!"

"Maybe she just needs rest."

"And maybe she just needs therapy."

"She is a grown woman, not even our real child, we can't just force her to go to therapy." that one hurt. "In the meantime, keep your head up. I'm knackered so we'll talk more about this in the morning Charlie." my mother sighs lightly before she made her way upstairs.

I shut my eyes tightly wishing that I could tell them what's going on but, I don't even know what's happening to me.

After hours of thinking, I decided that I should go to sleep, seeing as I do want to get up early tomorrow.

I woke up in the morning screaming at the top of my lungs, a scream that echoed through the whole house, a glass shattering screech. It was somewhat a pleasing shrill, but soon turned bloodchilling. My body reached an abnormal heat, and my back arched as my throat became soar from my voice reaching such heights. I wouldn't be surprised if the police came by.