My Mother's Grave

Awake

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AWAKE

She woke up and took a long breath. Outside her apartment a lone Siamese cat wandered over the windowsill, its dark eyes and wrinkled nose glaring at her. She started to shiver just as the warm sun blazed through the window – exposing her pale body lying in her dark room. Putting on her death-like-grey leather jacket as she walked, she exited her apartment.

As soon as her feet first stepped out of the apartment and her mouth and nose adjusted to the cold, sweet air, she realised that she hadn’t eaten in days. Her stomach groaned deeply and her body convulsed as the usually numb pain hit her like a punch in the face. As her torso churned and knotted, she limped across the road and into the shabby diner and took a place at the back of the grubby room. A moment later she had ordered and was taking a bite of the oily omelette lying in front of her. She savoured the last bite of food and then lay her knife and fork down on the grimy, aluminium table. Her head slumped back and her body once again fell limp. And 3…2…1…

BLACKOUT

~5 years prior~

He beat her over and over.

“Why did you come back?” he grunted as he stared at her bruised bloody face. “You have never been wanted here, you stupid cow!”

And on and on he lashed her with the belt. The smooth dark leather with the eight holes and a steel buckle which stung so harshly.

Every wound, every trauma that he forced upon her gave him the satisfaction that she had paid – that justice had been granted. But all the while she knew that never would her heart and soul be at peace until he was dead.

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AWAKE