Through The Dark

Chapter 14

                           The weather was getting chilly and inhospitable , but unusually I coudn't feel the temperature. The fact that Patrick was related to the killer was still swirling in my mind.

"I should've told you earlier. But I thought it'd be better if I did not. I thought- I thought you might get the wrong idea."

"Well I've got the wrong idea even now",I said finally looking over to him.

Patrick sighed.   

"My reasons might go beyond your time",he said.

I came a bit closer, hands underneath my chin,ready to hear the story....

Patrick continued....

"His name is Christopher.......we're maternal  twins. My family belonged to one of the wealthiest ones in westmount, yet there was something that lacked. My mom, Linda, didn't have a child for over 5 years after marriage and the doctors had already given up on predicting her pregnancy. Test after tests were taken but the condition remained the same. Our family eventually started to believe that there's never gonna be a heir for inheritance. My father, John kenneth soon began abandoning my mom. He began staying out late and wandering out too often.Though it wasn't her fault, my mom bore all the abuse thrown at her by both her husband and the society. My mother was ill-treated by people all around her when one night the test came back positive indicating that she was pregnant. She ran to our father's room,filled with joy, but that was soon shattered once she entered the room. Mr. Kenneth was caught cheating on her.......

I'm sorry for calling him like that. Though he's my father, I really hate that man."

I nodded. "I could see your reason. Tell me more",I said.

"My mom's happiness was replaced with sorrow within a fraction of seconds. She felt weak and helpless. A lot of emotions swirled over her , but her speech hesitated to come out. But at the same time, rage had swallowed her whole. She felt that she was burdened with betrayal and things she never deserved. So the very moment, she opened the nearby commode where my dad...*ahem* Mr.Kenneth keeps his hand gun, a springfield armory. Tears flowing non stop from her eyes, she aimed the pistol at Mr.Kenneth. The gun shot echoed through the whole mansion as Mr. Kenneth dropped down dead. After the tragic incident at the Kenneth' , my mom fled  bearing me and my brother. That was the last time she was seen at her birth place. She came to the Kansas, roaming the streets, hungry and tired. She slept outside shops and under half demolished, small arch bridges in parks. She even thought to end her life at one point..."

Tears started pouring from Patrick's eyes. It was like he had controlled the urge for so long that it had blown out of his eyes without him knowing.

"But......she stayed alive. Ate the little food she could find, not for her but for us. Finally one starry night, we were born, under the gloomy yet beautiful moon and that was the day.....my mom smiled for the first time in for ages. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to feed us without a stable work, she began looking for jobs. But the only jobs she could get was a city sweeper or a sewage cleaner. Overcoming her pride, she took up multiple jobs, however gross they were. She would work all the way from dawn till dusk. But once she was done and back with us, she would spend her time showering us with her love and even the slightest smile that she could see on our face, would make her happy.

                One day, she met a traveller who offered to help her, after seeing her drain all her blood, sweat and tears with two children to take care of. And that's when we arrived at Tokyo. There was this village called Tsuki-no-kuni , where young widowers were offered a place to live and work. My mom and us loved the place. However after just a week or so, Chris started bleeding on his nose. The report came back with Chris being diagnosed with hemophilia, a bleeding disorder that does not allow the blood to clot properly, leading to excessive bleeding. As we were twins, they got me tested too, and the test came back confirming that both I and my brother were having the disorder. So mom began working late to earn some extra cash.