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Chapter 7: A Troubled, Trapped Mouse From Two Big, Pretty Cats

Chapter 7

A Troubled, Trapped Mouse From Two Big, Pretty Cats.

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 "Wha-what? Am I in Once Upon A Time or just having a reverie in an asylum?" Dumbfounded, Faye paced in the restroom, pinching herself from time to time.

 "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." She pinched herself several more times then she faced me with an incredulous expression. "Dianne, this is not a dream," showing the pink blotches on her skin caused from all the pinching, she stated the fact.

 I just stood there, frozen. The words Mandii had spoken should be sinking in this steadfast brain of mine. In fact, I should be dancing, celebrating to be explicit, but no. I just couldn't bring myself to believe her. Mandii? Days back before when we were friends, I had believed her. Now? No, I just didn't trust people anymore; especially people who left me just to be friends with someone who destroyed me.

 Although, after that unfaithful incident, she hadn't ignored us. She had still waved, made small talk and laughed with us from time to time but, it had never been the same. I mean, she was still the same girly, chatty, overreacting girl who goes over the top with her emotions; but I knew there was a part of her that had changed. I just couldn't pinpoint exactly what, yet.

 I looked to the right and saw Faye leaning against the cubicle, her eyes shut as she rubbed her temples; probably contemplating. I averted my gaze to Mandii. Her legs sprawled on the floor as she wept. At the drop of a hat, something crossed my mind.

Flashback

 

 Three subtle knocks emerged from the door, "Dianne, honey, please open the door." My mother's worried voice came muffled as I sobbed behind the door.

 

 "I know you're upset, but you can't go on like this forever kiddo," my father's voice soon followed. I unbolted the door, wiping the stream of tears flowing non-stagnantly.

 

 "Oh you." My mom engulfed me in big, welcoming hug. "Sweetie, forget about Melisa."

 "Move on. You have Faye, God and both your siblings by your side." My dad gave me a loop-sided smile as he held my hand. Mom pulled away in arm length then chucked her head. "And don't forget about us." She said as a weak smile tugged its way up to my face.

 

 "Dianne, promise me, if anyone will undergo such predicament, help them. Just like how we are helping you," mom said as she cupped my face.

 

 "I- I promise."

 

 Another recollection coming from my past had played in my head. Guess witnessing Mandii in miserable vagabond mode hadtriggered that memory.

 Was it another bitter-sweet recollection you may ask?

 No, it wasn't. Actually, in all honesty, I was glad that memory crossed my mind. Though my eyes could be the miniature version of the Niagara Falls, knowing I had people and God who cared for me was enough to make me smile. It was enough to make me move on; but with the help of a calloused, numb heart. Melisa that moronic wretch; always trashing people who actually cared. I went through being trashed, I remembered my pain.