Tragedy ✔️

Chapter 6

Now, I am truly alone.

I'm sitting in my car, my chest feeling incredibly heavy and my heart broken in pieces. I have nowhere to go, all my belongings are in my hou- my mother's house, and I only have the money from killing my sister.

I start to cry.

What did I do in my short life in the world above to deserve this? Was I really that sinful when I could breathe oxygen? Or is it just that it takes one small fib to jump from the "you get to rest in the light and in eternal peace" list, to the "you're screwed and get to spend eternity suffering in a hole" list. I certainly never did a deed as horrible as the one I committed down here.

I start making this horrible choking-gargling sound in my throat that I make when I cry. I am no stranger to it since that sound was the last thing I heard every night before I went to sleep when I was alive, thinking of my mother. I prayed every night, begging her to come back. In return, she received me and my sister. But now that she is only, literally, two steps away in that small, red house, and I want nothing to do with her. She shut me out when I needed her most, when I thought she would most understand. I understand that what I did was was wrong, but if I refused, I would be gone, and she wouldn't live with herself. Whether I killed my sister or not, she would still lose me anyway, because she just did. There's a difference, though. If I didn't kill Annie, my mother would lose me, but if I did, she would throw me away. And she did.

I let it all go, whimpering like a sissy. But it's worth it. In every sweet tear that escapes from my eye is a memory I had of my mother and Annie. As they slide down my cheeks, I erase the memories from my mind. What good is it to have these memories if I will never get to share them again? I won't let them distract me from doing my job. To bring the living, here. As memory after memory disappears with my tears, I no longer know who that person in the images of my memories is. She is always next to me, Annie and my dad.

Now dad is walking out the door with suitcases and is screaming at the woman in my memories. The woman is crying and me and... I don't know who it is anymore... is holding me as a man with suitcases barges out the house.

Now, we are at a hospital and the woman who was crying is in the hospital bed. But something is different about her, this time. She has no hair. The girl that was holding me down the day the man left is hugging the woman in the bed. I walk up to them and hug them, too, but I don't know why.

Who are they?

Then, I hear a beep grow faster and faster, and then the beep sound is flat and monotone. The woman in the bed closes her eyes and the girl and I start crying. I don't know why I am crying for this woman I don't know. We are hauled out of the room as doctors surround her.

Tear, after tear, I forget my life.

When I wake up, I am still in my car. It's night and it's freezing. I stretch my back and give a big yawn.

What time is it?

When my eyes finally adjust to the darkness, I noticed I am parked in the driveway of a small, red house.

Why am I here? 

Confused, I start the engine and drive away. I get to the first stop light and as I'm waiting for the light to turn green, I wonder where I am going. Where do I live? It's like someone sucked all my memories away. I start freaking out. Did I bump my head or something. I don't know. I get the idea of asking someone for help, but they'll think I'm crazy. Something I learned down here is that they don't like crazy people. They destroy them on sight. I don't know who told me that, but someone did. I can't be crazy, and even if I just forgot my memories, they'll still think I am. What happened to me?