Chapter five

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Tears trickled down my pale cheek as I went into the room of evilness and loneliness. This gigantic space had held priceless paintings and portraits on the wall. Bits of paint were peeling off and the historical ripped photos had blurred and faded. Curiously, I started scrounging through piles of clothing and bits of torn fabric, but I found nothing. No. Clues.

It took a moment to realise that I had forgotten about my dear kind nurse. I turned around hoping to see her face smiling at me, instead I saw nothing. I wheeled my chair back to the arch of the doorway to just see her run into my room.

That snitch! I thought I had trusted her to come into my house.

As I made my way to the door opposite me, the nurse slammed the door shut and locked it like I had always done when I was angry.

I sighed exasperatedly, knowing I could do nothing to get in. When it was created, I had told the locksmith to secure it so that only the person inside can open and fasten it.

Reflecting on the past has made me think that I am full of stupidity, silliness and selfishness.

I placed my shivering hands in my pocket only to realise that the letter and the will was still there.

My head was filled with curiosity as I carefully unfolded the thin piece of paper....

Dearest Phoebe, you're such a charming and beautiful daughter. I have never thought of doing this to you.

DOING WHAT??? I questioned myself and continued to read on.

Ever since you were born I was diagnosed with stage two depression and stage one breast cancer.... I just didn't know until now. Over all these years with no treatment, everything has gotten worse. That was when I decided I would have to die someday...

That was it...

Nothing else was written in this letter. Except it was not complete.

The other half of the letter was ripped. It looked like it was done on purpose. Where would the other side of the note be???

Was it with the.... The nurse!!

I gently pressed my ear against the door feeling my hearing aids touch the smooth flat surface. There was no sound....

I gave up. Slowly, I shut my eyes and drifted into a nightmare...

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