Another tiring day working in the shop. I was waiting for another customer. I don't earn that much.
I sighed realizing no more customers will come. But I have to keep patience, which was the last advice from my mom. Her death..... I feel extremely guilty about it. She died for me. My dad hates me for that. My relatives hate me. Everyone hates me.
Did she have to die? What if she didn't die? Would everyone love me? I want to be loved not ignored. I don't like the dirty looks I get. Am I the one at fault? Am I guilty?
Thinking these thoughts makes me feel like I'm being stabbed.
I was staring at my hands and crying silently. Suddenly I felt the heat rise around me and before my eyes, the whole place exploded. My eyes only caught the sight of fire everywhere. I tried to reach for an exit but fire devoured everything. I tried to find a way through this but my luck knew otherwise.
The fire increased. My hope left me. I fell on my knees.
I leaned against the counter, hugging my knees.
I couldn't breathe and my mind went dizzy.
I let out a breath of surrender and tried to ignore the burning pain
"Mom......"
The last word I spoke.
