The fare in abyss.

Unplanned hello.

     Life.

     Sigh.

It's been six years and the town i once lived in must have changed completely. The children that once played in rains must've grown up to witness teenage. Times have passed, things have changed but one thing i know is that i will never forget the artifacts that awaited me when i woke up that day.

The worst and best day of my life started with a short but gut-wrenching scream. I woke up on my bed and Peace started chirping like never before. The rain had vanished as if it too, was afraid of what waited for me. The smell of dust and confusion, i could feel it as it went inside my lungs.

What was it? Was it in my dream? I look around and try to remember what happened just a few seconds ago. The little lamp is still on, i forgot to turn it off. The door, to my surprise is fully closed. I will tell you this: I don't have a good memory but i am dead sure i didn't close the door before sleeping. I never do. I wanna go back to sleep but the memory of scream is causing chaos is in my head. I get off my bed, put the slippers on and, to make sure it really was a dream, stroll downstairs. The tiredness takes over me and tells me to go back and just sleep.

Reaching the last step, i notice nothing unusual. The living room is, as always messy and the bandages my mom left on the table are still there.
"See, nothing's wrong" my heart wants to tell my mind when i gasp at the open front door. Someone has been in here.

And left.

After closing the door i head toward kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I take a quick glance outside through the broken glass of living room's window. The sky is still dark but i can feel the sun rising, the blackness is mixed with a little orange and red. It must be five in the morning. The door to the kitchen is closed and the moment i hold the handle to open it, something wet gets on my hand. Sauce? Who would be eating at this time in the night. Tal. I feel a wave of fury arrive and leave. I wipe my hands off my trousers.

Sauce. Haha.

Opening the kitchen door, looking above i step in.
The shelves are all messed up and plates are scattered all over them.
Something is not right.
I can feel the tension in the air.

Then i look below.
On the floor.
On the floor of the kitchen.

When the sun is on its way to the sky and when in a few hours the world will be bright with the light, and people will start their usual routines, i stare at the ground.

For me the sun is dead.

That was when i saw it. The cruelty. The injustice. The hatred. The brutality. The coldness. The malice. Every devilish word summed up in one perspective . My feet froze to the wet ground. My eyes fixed on the ground. My hand still, holding not the sauce but the blood-stained door handle. I could feel the malice when i inhaled. It was like the vapors of blood going down my throat, dividing equally in all my veins and making my whole body shake.

There was no whisper to comfort me. No harmony that could calm my shaken nerves. No distraction from what i was seeing. No surrender. No escape. No shoulder to cry on. No lip to answer my unasked questions. No bullet to help me escape. No knife to tear my skin apart like one had done to her. I just stared and stared at her for what felt like years and decades growing into centuries and ending nowhere but in the empty infinity of silence.

That moment, standing by her still body bathed in blood, staring at her closed eyes stupidly hoping for them to open, i knew the flame of hope and love that once burned my heart had been extinguished brutally.

I can't stand here anymore. It has been a few seconds since i came in and my hands are shaking, my blood is running all over my body, my breath is fast and air is full of pain.

Don't even ask me how i'm noticing all that.

I take one last look at her. Eyes closed. Messy hair. A deep wide cut in her chest just bellow her neck and blood all over the kitchen floor. The lady i once adored more than anyone is the lady lying in front of my with no breath left, at dawn.

One second passes, then two and half way between second and third, i am out of the kitchen, opening the front door and running down the street at the fastest rate. Two seconds must've passed when i am banging at aunt Courtney's door like a manic. I have tears flooding down my cheeks. I am sobbing like never before in all 17 years of my life. Little hiccups add to my low screams and i am holding the door to prevent me from falling down when uncle Will comes out in a rush. I can see the tiredness and fury on his face suddenly get replaced by the surprise and worry.
"Merciful Lord. What happened to you, little girl!?" He asks in confusion.
"I...i came down..and...and" i give up.
He grabs me by my shoulders and i stare towards the direction of my home.

It was still a home.
My mother's blood flowed on its floors.

Aunt Courtney comes rushing out, she has her robes on and rollers in her hair, no wonder she didn't expect this disturbance.

"What the...can one of you explain!?" She asks both of us.
I grab her arm and point at the house. She looks at my messed up face, confused.
"Please" I barely make out.

Uncle closes the door with a loud thud, grabs aunt's hand and says to her "Come".

She nods and then they're running behind me in this dark street when everyone is sleeping peacefully.

Sleeping peacefully. Remember?