Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Mrs. Martha Walker had once been a very sociable woman with a certain radiance to her. Her life had been perfect with a husband said to be every woman’s dream and children so angelic, they left the whole town of Bath envious. She had everything any woman could ever want or need, she had the world.

However, it would be the last thing one would’ve thought if they saw her today. Her once golden locks lay damp past her shoulders as she stared out the window with dark blue eyes. The dark circles under her eyes were not hard to miss as they clashed with her pale skin. She looked weak, scrawny and worst of all, dead to the world. 

“Lies, Lies.” She muttered, hugging an old telephone with a circular dialler to her chest. She could hear the whispers of the passersby clearly. Calling her all sorts of names and wishing that she would follow her daughter to hell. They all thought the same thing... that her daughter was the devil reincarnated.

     Her eyes wondered then fell on a woman walking by quickly, pulling a child who could hardly keep up. It had always been that way. People would walk past her house with looks of terror; almost as if they were afraid that the evil they claimed to be in her house would spread to them. Martha was used to it and found it funny at least it’s what she let herself believe.   

“Did you say something Martha?” Her mother asked but Martha ignored her. She was like everybody else; her own mother believed what everyone else alleged. “Honey why don’t you come away from the window, have some tea, you must be cold after that bath.” Peruth pushed walking towards her daughter with hesitant steps.

         Martha looked away from the window towards her mother with a scowl. You make an effort now? She thought and turned to carry on with her previous activity. There was no one she hated more than her mother. The constant stares she insulted her with as if she wasn’t a mother herself and not to forget the poison that came out of her mouth. All of it made Martha Walker loathe her mother more and more each day.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” Peruth warned. She was now hovering over Martha waiting for her to move but the woman by the window did not flinch. “What do you want me to do, I have given up everything to look after you and-”

“I did not ask you to mother.” Martha snapped. She stood up (telephone still in hand) and walked to the dining table a few steps away. Frustrated by her mother’s constant nagging, she slammed the phone on the table and sat to stare at it. Why won’t it ring? She murmured in anger. She had been waiting for it to ring for a long time and nothing, not even a buzz.

“Looking at it won’t make it ring.” Peruth sneered, rolling her eyes. Martha’s eyes snapped from the phone towards her mother in pure rage. She had had enough of her comments and hate. She didn’t remember inviting Peruth into her home or asking her to look after her. It was simply her husband’s doing and she refused to take it anymore.

“Get out.” She muttered biting her lip to control her erupting anger. Then her eyes were back to squinting at the phone.

“WHAT?” Peruth bellowed holding onto the wall for support. What a drama queen. Martha thought. She had always overreacted. As if mere words could knock anyone to the ground.

“You heard me, mother, GET OUT.” Her eyes never left the telephone, afraid that she would miss something.

“Ho-”

“OUT.”

Peruth grabbed her purse and stormed out of the room like a child who had not gotten her own way. Martha did not watch her leave because she plainly did not care. She only cared for one person, the person whose phone call she awaited.

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Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Martha woke with a jolt, hearing an unfamiliar ringing in her ears. It was painfully loud, forcing her hands over her ears to block out the piercing blare. Stifling a yawn, she searched around with her eyes for what was making the horrid sound, her eyes widening when they landed on the round dialler telephone. Shocked to see what was happening right in front of her, Martha pushed her chair back, falling in the process. In a flash she was on her feet and staring at the ringing object again wondering what to do with it. Pick it up... Pick it up. Said a voice. Her hand shakily reached for the phone but before she picked it up, it stopped ringing.

       Realising her stupidity, she took a step back, stopping when her back hit the wall. What had she done? Only one person could have called. What had she done? She stood there silently staring at the only ticket to her daughter; and almost flew out of the room when the phone rang again. Her body trembled as she moved back to where the phone was in a hurry. Afraid that it would stop ringing again, she grabbed the handset and pushed it to her ear.

“H-Hello.” She stammered, gripping the handset tightly, afraid that it could drop and all hope would be lost.

“Hello, Can I please speak to Mrs Walker.” The caller asked.

Martha stiffened unable to read the caller’s tone. Was she going to receive good or bad news?

“T-this i-is s-she.” She replied, blinding pulling out a chair and sitting on it. It had been a year since she had heard from Emily-Rose her daughter’s psychiatrist but she could never forget her voice.

“I have called.” Started Emily with a sigh. “To tell you that your daughter is making progress....given her current mood and behaviour it would be all right for you to give her a visit.”

To Martha, Emily did not sound convinced by her own words, but it did not stop her heart from drumming with joy. She had waited too long to see her little girl and she was overjoyed that it was finally going to happen. Sara was all she had left since her husband (whom she loved so very much) had decided to move out will all the children. The pain of losing them had always made her feel guilty for not fighting for them but in her eyes, their betrayal was just unforgivable.

“I can. OH GOD. I can.”

“Yes you can Mrs Walker.” Emily uttered. Her voice sounded with a smile pushing Martha to tears. She had not heard anyone speak to her about her daughter without spitting or cursing. It sounded good and she could not believe how happy it made her. She was crying for heaven’s sake.

“When... when.” She asked, wiping away her tears. The joy in her voice could not be missed and the smile on her face could be seen from miles away.

“Tomorrow would be great.”

“Tomorrow.” She repeated with a heavy breath. Suddenly she felt nervous, she could not remember her daughter’s face and she felt embarrassed about it. She had always kept a picture by her side but faces in pictures never grew old.

“We can always-”

“No.” She snapped. “I’ll be there tomorrow.” She added slamming the handset. She had not meant to be rude but she couldn’t wait another day. She needed to see her daughter right away, now that she was doing so well.

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