❝ YOU ARE A MIRACLE. ❞
❝ YOU ARE WRONG. ❞
'a gift from god' is what people would call her, a somewhat miracle in a time of need. but that's not what she sees.
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"STOP HERE." JANE SAID TO the taxi driver as she took the money out of her wallet. She thanked the driver — and vise versa — and stepped out of the car to open the trunk and finally move back into her childhood home. After studying in Manhattan for three years or so, she found herself back in the streets of Brooklyn.
She took the spare keys out of the bushes, she thought, 'I've been here for years and people still haven't robbed us yet.' as she did so. She saw some newspapers on the ground beside her doormat and decided to take it with her, thinking her parents probably forgot about them.
She opened the door, expecting warm fire from the fireplace, her mom knitting sweaters, and her dad in the living room reading the daily newspaper. But instead it was dark, cold and a little bit dusty — her parents were not home at all.
The smile on her face faded the more she stepped further inside her house. "Mom, Dad?" She called out. Nothing.
She set down the newspapers on the counter and turned on the lights, they were flickering. She went to the kitchen and saw unpaid bills. A flash of hope filled her as she saw a note sticked on the refrigerator with a magnet that had her mom's handwriting on it, 'JANE'.
JANE, We went and moved to D.C for a while. Don't worry, it's just a business trip! We'll be home before you know it. We thought you would be home before we get there first, so we decided to leave you this note. I love you, Jane,
Mom and Dad
She sighed as she finished reading the letter. Thinking that they could've just called her saying so instead of letting her down like this. She decided to call them.
'Hello, you have reached Katherine Andrew's cell phone number, please leave a message after the beep.'
While she reached her mom's voicemail, her dad's number was out of reach. She'd missed them, and there are no ways to express it now. She decided to clean up around the house a bit and unpack.
✿
She applied for her college application online. She thought she would just go to college close from home, instead of staying in Manhattan for college.
Right now, she has no parents, no friends, nobody there to help her. Since she was so busy planning out her future, she had no time to socialize.
She put on a coat and her boots. She wanted to go outside and reconnect to her hometown. She went to the local grocery store to buy some food.
She was uncomfortable the whole time as people were staring at her as if she was something wrong in the society. It's happening again — she thought. She tried to block it out and proceeded her shopping, though she felt someone following her. She constantly stopped her tracks to look around and find the person who was following her.
She fasten her pace, the longer she's there the more uncomfortable she gets. The voices in her head started coming back. The glass and mirrors close to her cracked as she had both hands on her head. And as fast as she could she speed walked to the cashier and quickly paid the clerk.
✿
She locked the door, closed the windows and turned off half the lights in her house. Her heart was beating faster than before. Everything was shaking and she was terrified.
Then there was that sudden knock on the door as she expected.
She cautiously looked over the peep hole. She sighed in relief as she saw Sophia Harrison — at least one friend she made from Manhattan.
She carefully unlocked the door and pulled her inside. "How did you get here?" She asked her friend. "I happen to be in the neighborhood visiting my grandparents and then I saw you walking here," she said, shocked at how tense Anna was, "what's wrong?"
Jane was almost out of breath, "There's something very wrong with me."
