Oneshot: Dark Room [COMPLETED]

Dark Room

this is where I used to live.

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     I ate the meal that my mom gave me. The time is going as it's the usual thing, my mom left me again in this dark room where I used to be.

     "Eat up, and I'll visit you again tomorrow." She said with a low voice that makes me feel colder than this air-conditioned room.

     I ate my dinner and I saw the capsule in the small chamber of the plate, I took the capsule—mom told me that it's a vitamin for my sake.

     After, I placed the plate on the space near the door. I came back to my bed lazily and I started to go to sleep when suddenly, I heard that voice again.

     "Fyrell, don't do this to me!" That voice of the child is popping into my head over and over, it seems like this thought is really for me. But I'm confused,

because my real name is Rime and not Fyrell.

     I just going to sleep when it repeated again, that just brought me to sit from this cold bed hitting my skin. 

     I stood up and trying to calm myself, but that just gives me more tension, giving my nerves to feel the heat, leaving a fast pumping motion of my heartbeat.

Why am I feeling this? 

     I don't know but I wanna release this thing tensing me until I found out something that can be the way for me to decrease my feeling.

     I get the glass plate near the door and throw it to the wall, making a loud noise of bouncing broken glass on the floor. The pieces of plate throw over and one of them hits my skin and the blood starts to go out from that inch of cut.

     A sudden noise I heard coming from the door,

     "Fy---Rime, what's happening?!" It's my mom's voice.

     What is she doing here? She must be out around this room now. 

     I didn't answer. I heard the closing and opening sound of my rusty door, and my mom's worried face showed to me. I didn't see her like this before.

I don't know,

I can just remember few things, I don't even know what happened during my childhood. I can't remember my own age but my mom told me that I am now seventeen.

     "Why did you do this?! Shit, Rime! I thought you changed now, but you're still the same!" The anger is flashing through her eyes as she looked at me.

     I'm vibrating while standing here because of the anger that she's showing up to me.

I don't know, who really am I?

     She walked nearer me and held both of my shoulders tightly, making me looked into her eyes that are full of hate.

     "M-Mom..." I mumbled in nervousness.

     "You should just stay in this room forever, Rime! You're a dangerous girl, all people are afraid of you! No ones gonna love you if you continue this shitty attitude of you!"

     "Mom... I-I don't even know what are you saying. I j-just tensed up b-because of the voice popping in my mind. M-Mom, help me please." I begged.

     I saw her tense eyes slowly calming when she heard that. I got more afraid when she removed her hands off me and took a few steps back.

     "W-What do you remember?"

     My forehead wrinkled and I started to look at the floor while forcing myself to remember what's the voice saying to me before.

     "A child...a child told me: F-fyrell, don't do this to me."

     She gulped with her shock eyes.

     "Don't you tell me that you c-can remember anything now?"

     I moved my head silently saying a no.

      She gulped again, "Then the drug isn't effective anymore." She said with a low voice just like talking to herself, not knowing that I hear her.

     "W-What? What drug? My vitamins? The one you're giving me after my meal each day?" I asked confusedly. I remember the color pink pill that she gives me everyday.

     She took a deep breath before she walked nearer me again. I also inhaled a big sigh as my nerves continuously being tensed.

     "Your dad won't be able to like it if I told you the truth," She's directly looking at me, but then, she looked at the floor. "b-but I can't take it too now, Fyrell."

     My eyes widened when I realized what she said. I have a dad? And... I'm the girl Fyrell that the child in my dreams saying? No... This can't be real, it's like...I want to go out from this room of lies but I'm shaking and afraid of the truth outside.

     "December 18, 2013. You suffered from a car accident and diagnosed with amnesia months after." She paused.

      "We changed your name into Rime, but your real name is Fyrell."

     I can't even blink my eyes while looking at every motion of her mouth telling me the fact that I can't remember.

     "We brought you in this province that is far from our hometown because we are still a-afraid that people might hurt you more as what you did to their children before." 

     My heart felt a needle-like thing poking my nerves there I can't breathe in the tension and the revelations that I'm knowing now.

     "August of the year 2008, your doctor told us before that you have a pedophobia—you are afraid of children but your case is rare. B-Because, instead of going away from them, you're doing something to hurt the other children physically. That made our family known on the whole town for hurting the children."

     I continued listening to my mom, even I can't still process the things and I don't know where to start. I don't know, I'm still confused and hurt.

     "So we did this decision even it's hard for us. I-Im now saying my sorry for not telling you this for almost ten years, and you can't remember anything but just the voice calling you with your name..."

     "M-Mom, who is that then?" I'm afraid, but I got the guts to ask.

    I wanna find the truth! I wanna be free with these lies! But when my mom told me the answer, I regret that I asked that thing,

     "I'm sorry, darling. B-But we gave you pills every day to prevent you from remembering the harsh things." She paused, wiping her tears that are coming out, just like me. 

     "But we didn't k-know that you can remember your brother's last words before you killed him."

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This is me inside the dark room, full of lies, fake people, hiding home. I chose to go out until I reached the end and regret greeted me for finding the darker mansion that stores my dark room.