Word Count: ( it's the end of the story, just a few minutes 😍)
Title: The Ending to Blank Grief-- GONE
Theme Song: Time flies and Katie Sky Monsters
Episode 3: Beyond words
It's so hard to explain the pain so I hide behind my smile----Just Ella
One thing that annoys me the most are people who commit suicide with the aim of eradicating pain. You believe that if you take your life, it will ease your pain and after a few days or months, everyone will go on with their lives and you'll become a passing memory. Sorry to burst your bubble but it doesn't work that way
You don't have the right to take the easy way out. What? You want to say that it's hard slitting your wrist or hanging yourself?? What about us? The ones that love you. No one is in this world without someone who doesn't love them dearly. Except they don't know the person. Everybody has somebody. So you die, you take your life and think we'll just forget about you? Just like that? That pain of being unable to do anything, being unable to prevent you from committing suicide will haunt us till our dying breath. It's a regret that we'll have to live with for the rest of our lives and you think you've done us good by taking your life? You've eased us? No! The minute you take your last breath, you become a burden to our hearts.
You think you're erasing pain by vanishing from the face of the Earth? Well. No! You're causing more pain. More pain than you can ever imagine and trust me, that is the reason why you will be going to hell. So yeah, go ahead and commit suicide and let your loved ones mourn and feel guilty for the rest of their lives. Hurray for you. Suicidal heart.
Sorry, I got carried away. I still feel angry at my sister for what she did, but before I tell you that. Here's what she didn't do. Talk to me!
If you ever loved someone the way I have, then maybe you'll understand.. You're willing sacrifice anything for them, willing to do anything in life or in death for that person, but at the end, you weren't given the opportunity to do so, and that leaves a scar that will always bleed. They just leave, leave you shattered, broken and filled with regret.
If you died with them, perhaps the pain will be lesser, maybe it wouldn't hurt this much, maybe the guilt of not being able to do anything to save them wouldn't tear you apart each passing second.
They always think, if they make the sacrifice alone, that will solve it, you'll get over the pain after a long time but that pain can never be forgotten, it always lingers each second that a major thought doesn't take it space.
I did everything I could, anything I could just so I could make her understand that no matter what, I am there and will always be for her. Where did I go wrong? Where did I lose it? Was I not there enough? Did I not say all the complete words? Listing all my actions one by one, wondering where I went wrong, this bitterness is unbearable. Questioning myself day and night is torture.
I was hurting, I was in pain. I was broken, I had not yet healed, still I forced myself' to find the strength to see my sister. The nurse opened the door and to our surprise, I saw my boyfriend standing next to her bed.
"Oh thank God" he muttered "you're safe. You're alive" then he moved over to hug me
"Let me go" I said pushing him away.
"Alle.... It's me, Micheal" he asked, shocked at my reaction. I'm sorry but how was I supposed to react?
Two despicable human beings raped me and a man constantly abused me physically. Every face I saw reminded me of them and his face is the first that is not blurred or hallucinated with another.
I was scared, he was my reality. My comfort. My Therapy. And I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to face reality of the aftermath of what has happened to me. It was too much to bear, I just couldn't. I had to push him away and make it seem like I hated him.
"Sir, you need to leave . How did you even get in here?" The nurse asked in a rude tone, I was pretty sure she would call security any minute.
"Umm. Sorry but I had no choice, for a month now, I've been trying to see my girlfriend. She had just gone through something painful and I wanted to be there for her, but her guardian wouldn't let me. She kept on saying no visitors" tears began to fall as Micheal spoke " I read up on rape victims and learnt that, someone whom they loved and felt comfortable with, would aid in the healing process.
I love her. I love Alle very much and I just want to be there for her. I had to see her, I was going insane thinking of what was happening with her. So, I disguised myself with the aim of searching all the rooms in the VIP block of this hospital just to find her. But I was lucky enough to hear the room number of the patient in this room from the nurses at the reception table or whatever you guys call it and it turned out to be *Xurita* . So, I came in hoping that she'd tell me your room number and I'd come see you" Micheal explained
"I see sir, but what you did was wrong. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. " She ordered
"Alle... " He moved closer to me "talk to me... Babe."
"Don't call me that"
"Alle.... It's me..."
"I know that Micheal. I was raped, I'm not blind. Now get out of here..."
"Sir, if you don't leave.. I'll call security"
"It won't be necessary, he's leaving now. Aren't you Micheal??"
"If you need to talk, you know where to find me... I'm here for you" he said one last time, his gaze fixated at me.
"I don't need you. Leave" I replied harshly, whereas, inside me, I was tearing apart. I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to hold me, comfort me, tell me that I will be okay.
He left and all the tears fell uncontrollably. I wiped them off immediately and turned to my sister who laid on the bed peacefully.
"And what are you doing here?" Her words broke my heart.
"Xurita.. why would you ask that? I came to check up on you" I calmly replied as I loved closer to touch her hand, which she swiftly push away
"I don't need you!" She spoke out. "Get out. I don't want your comfort or understanding. I am okay. Leave"
She was not okay. It was obvious. She wouldn't talk to me in this manner if she was okay. I know Xurita
"Sis..come on.." I tired to reach for her hand again
" I said get out!" She yelled "security!! Security! Take this girl out of her" she screamed louder facing the nurse.
"Sorry ma'am. Calm down.. she's leaving now" the nurse tried to wheel me away but I stand up and reach for my sister
"No! I'm not leaving. Xurita!! It's me Alle."
"I know. I'm not blind. Now get the hell out!" She yelled one more time and other nurses rushed in.
Suddenly I felt broken. I felt the feeling of trying to reach out to someone and they shutting you out. It feels terrible when someone you loved is in pain and you're trying to be there for them and they don't want you to. The pain is unbearable because you know they are hurt and they need someone but they just don't want you. That feeling hurts like crazy.
I then understood what Micheal felt moments ago. I went back to my wheelchair and was rode back to my room. That was the last time I saw my sister, until the day we were discharged.
(How about a little break after that intense episode? Breathe. Done that? Yeah.. me too...alright, let's continue)
Episode 4: Heal Me
Theme Song: XXXTENTACION--- changes
"There are no right words for a wounded heart, just listen, be there, and pray to God, He heals their heart"---- Just Ella
"I can see the pain in your eyes, I only wish I know what to do, I won't pretend to know exactly what you're going through because I am not you, but you should know, I wish it was me not you. Just please, tell me, you're hurt, you're dying inside, your heart is bleeding and you're tearing apart. You don't smile anymore, you go to the bathroom and lock yourself, crying with the shower on!
I see that but you pretend that everything is okay and it's not! Why?! Because I know! I understand to a point, cause I am going through the same thing, but right now, I can't face my pain, you're my flower, my sister, you're my family and you're the one that is on my mind, rather than my pain, yours hurt more than anything.
I see your pain, I can't make it okay but I can try. I can't get you off my mind no matter how I try, I know you tell me that you're alright but I know you're not, don't lie to me, the sound of your teardrops are now music to your ears.. I know you're in denial but I can't imagine losing you, please give me a chance to help, to be there, let me be that light.
Please let me help, give me a chance to be there for you, don't shut me out! Just say the word, I know there are no right words to make you feel better but help me help you, give me the opportunity to do something! I love you with all of my heart, so let me be there for you! Open up to me even if it's for a little bit, I want to help, to ease the pain, reduce the pain, do anything!!!Xurita I beg of you, respond.."
These are the words I yelled every chance I got, either through a phone call or a text, any way that I could reach her, I just wanted to let her know that I care so much about her and I'm willing to help her but till the end, she never let me.
Sometimes, God put us in water, not to drown us but to cleanse us, I read that somewhere and right now, it seems to make sense. You see, like I said before I started. This isn't about the rape, but the aftermath. I mean, the rapists were caught and now in jail but sometimes, there are certain situations that brings out a character that you never thought existed.
Two months after the incident, a lot had happened. My mother was now the one in a coma, she kept having seizures upon seizures, it was like her sub conscious kept having panic attacks which made her heart unstable. I guess the whole scenario and the trauma was too much for her to bear. Sometimes, it crosses my mind to just end her life and pain because it always looks like she is suffering. It scared me so much because every time her monitors started beeping, we became scared that she is going to die. By we, I mean my sister Xurita, My father and I. Well.. my father was worried, until the day he decided to kill her.
My father was discharged two months later. I believed what kept him fighting for his health was the revenge he wanted to get on his colleague who dared to do this to him. He was furious beyond measure, eight of the rapists are on death sentence due to my father's rage.
I can't imagine what he must have felt, for a hardened General to go through this, he must feel weak and angry, mostly at himself. But do you know what? His anger at his collegue did not measure to the loathe he felt for my mom.
Here's a plot twist for you. My mother orchestrated the whole thing and his colleague who apparently betrayed him, aided and abetted. My mom was the reason I was raped and have to live with this stigma for the rest of my life. How do you process that??
I didn't bother to find out why my mother did that, I was too stunned when I found out. Turns out, our perfect family wasn't so perfect after all, but I'm sure, she didn't think it would get this far. Why would she want both her daughters to be raped??
It broke our hearts to discover that our own mother was responsible for everything we went through, it was heartbreaking. We didn't know what to feel.
It towards the end of school year, we had missed many exams and my dad made it compulsory for us to write the makeup as soon as possible, he didn't even give us the time to heal psychologically. Just because he felt better doesn't mean we did. He wasn't raped and abused like we were. Okay, fine. He was shot numerous times and had a near death experience but hey.so did we.
It was devasting, we were strongly against it. I remember one night that I protested strongly against it, I kept on yelling that we couldn't get back to our normal lives just like that, but my father shut me up with these words "YOU ARE NOT THE FIRST TO BE RAPED! GET OVER IT ALREADY! DON'T YELL AT ME! IF ANYONE IS TO BLAME, IT'S YOUR UNFORTUNATE MOTHER! SHE'S THE ONE THAT PUT YOU IN THIS POSITION. NOW GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND PREPARE FOR YOUR EXAMS. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO MANIPULATE YOUR PSYCH EVALUATION AND GET YOUR SCHOOL TO DO YOUR MAKEUP EXAMS? NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
Those were his words, why was he so bent on us returning to our normal lives??? Nothing was normal anymore! My mother was in a coma and if ever she wakes up, she would go to jail.For freaking sake! my sister and I were raped! The whole house is filled with memories of that incident and he forced us to come home. Just because he's a soldier and he's so hardened doesn't mean we are too! Manipulate our psych evaluation?? Wow. He really out-did himself. I wondered countless times if he truly was our real father.
I left him to my room in tears. My sister looked so lost, empty of emotion, when I saw her standing in front of her room. Our rooms were opposite each other. I shouted at her, telling her to say something, perhaps daddy will listen to her but she just shunned me and head to her room. I should have noticed then, that something was wrong.
We did as my dad commanded, we went back to school and wrote our exams, it took one week. All through the days of that week, I texted Xurita, called her, tried my best to reach her but no avail. Yes, we lived in the same house, our father totally oblivious of our presence. She'd lock herself in her room every night and no matter how many times I call out to her, it fell on deaf ears.
You probably think that I was over all the trauma but the truth is, I wasn't, but that didn't matter, I was more worried about my sister than anything else, until my mom died.
On a cold Sunday night, I just had this craving to eat. As I left the kitchen, I passed through my father's office in the house. The door was slightly opened. I heard him talking over the phone. He was preparing to have my mother killed. He said that she was literally a dead body and it would save his career if she just died. I angrily approched him and confronted him. My father did not deny what he was about to do. How could you tell a child that you were about to murder her mother? Why? I begged him not to but he slapped me and I fell.
The next thing I knew, I had woken up in a hospital bed. Oh no. Not the hospital again. But time I got two bad news. First, I was pregnant. And second, my mother had died the previous night.
Processing those two heartbreaking news had to be the hardest thing in my life. Suddenly, my mind went blank, I couldn't hear anything but whispers, I felt drowsy. My body weakened, my heart started to beat faster, I was finding it hard to breathe. Oh no.
"A panic attack." One of the nurses quickly detected and I was attended to.
I was PREGNANT!! A baby was in my tommy and my mother was dead! How comforting. I loathe that rapist, not only did he take my virginity but he had the audacity to not use a condom? And now I'm pregnant for him? Why???? No!!! Why?!!!!! Why all this? Why is the aftermath more painful than the day it actually happened!!!
In no time, the funeral was arranged, done and dusted. My father wanted it quick and fast and trust me, not for the sake of us moving on. Definitely to cover his tracks, I know he was the one that killed her. I loathed my father from that day on. He was a murderer that dared to make his children motherless. I wished he had died instead.
The night of the funeral, I decided to talk to my sister, whether she wanted to or not. As always her door would be locked, sometimes I sit down outside and talk to her believing that she was heard me. And this night, I intended to do the same. I sat on the floor and my back against her door but not touching it. I told her all my heart.
I finally opened up. I was not okay. I need some comfort. I am a teenage girl pregnant for her rapist and just witnessed her father kill her mother. I need her and confrontation. If not, I was going to go insane.
I sighed and adjusted myself to lay against the door but I fell. The door was opened. I felt relieved, finally she wants to talk to me. But I was wrong. The room was flooded with water and I ran quickly into the bathroom.
It was a pool of blood running from the bathroom. I rushed to the bath tub and saw my sister soaked water and blood. She had slit her wrist. I held my mouth and sobbed my eyes out. I yelled "Nooooooooo!!!!! Xurita!!!!! Wake up!!! Dont leave me!!" Don't do this!!! Nooooo!!" I kept yelling as I held my bloodied sister in my arms
Where did I go wrong? Where did I lose it? Was I not there enough? Did I not say all the complete words? Listing all my actions one by one, wondering where I went wrong, this bitterness was unbearable. If there is a divine being, please hear my tears and tell me that I'm just going to wake up from this bad dream. How can I save a life?
I prayed, yelled, begged for a miracle. I wanted her to live. I don't even understand what's going on anymore. One minute I'm healing, I'm getting over an ordeal and the next, something bad happens. It's like the universe had cursed me. My life would never find peace or happiness. Everyone I love dies or leave me. I was left all alone. What was the point of living??
I was not depressed, I was not frustrated, I felt nothing. I was completely hopeless. I blamed my father for everything! The rape! My mother's death! My sister's suicide! Everything!! I hate him with every single bone in my body. That contemptible being.
He didn't even try: to understand us, our pain, our sorrow, he didn't even value us as human beings. He is the reason my sister felt alone and resulted to suicide! He caused all of this!
I cried till tears froze in my eyes during the burial. Micheal came to burial but I avoided him. No! I was too broken to see him or to feel his comfort. Yes, I loved him. Very much. But right now, my love for him doesn't measure up to how miserable I feel. Nothing can fill this big hole in my chest. I am a living dead.
The pain of loosing someone you love cannot be explained. You just find yourself breathing but not living. You begin to question yourself if there is a reason to go on. That emptiness, that void. That emotionless feeling. That weakness. I felt everything.
What was I supposed to do now? Every night, I would sit in the tiny corner of the bathroom where Xurita used to cry her eyes out and I started to wonder where it all began..
"Did you know your sister was almost 8 weeks pregnant?" were the words my father said as he walked into my sister room.
"What?" I asked again, unsure of the words I clearly just heard. "My sister was what?"
"Never mind. It doesn't matter. She's dead now" my father said as he walked out of the room.
Oh no, he won't. Not this time. He doesn't get to say such words and just go scot-free.
"You bastard!!!" I yelled at him before I took his first step on the stairs
"What did you just say?"
"You despicable human being! Are we even your children? Did you ever love us? Fine!!! Mom betrayed you, but did you ever love her at one point in your miserable life? I curse the day I realized that you are my father. I loathe you so much that I curse myself for being your child. "
"Are you out of your mind. Listen to yourself! I am your father!"
"I know. And a bastard one at that" I yelled back and immediately I felt my cheek burn. My father slapped me out of anger.
It was expected, but this time, I was done. I couldn't go on living. Not after everything that had happened to me. I couldn't continue to live my life like that. I had to. There was no other choice. Take my life.
I looked at my father one last time and uttered the words "I hate you." And the death look of watch-me-take-the-last-family-member-you-have. I turned with my back facing the stairs, closed my eyes and fell. The last face I saw as I was floating on air, seconds before I reached the ground was my dad frightened face and trust me. It was delightful. But.
As the universe would have it, it wasn't my time to die yet. I had lost my baby, to hell with that unwanted monster, I am so glad that I wasn't given the opportunity to birth that child into this world. But I had become paralysed and my dad for one reason deemed that I am *crazy*. Oh well. I can't deny the fact that I am, considering the number of suicide attempts I made as soon as I recovered. The next move was to defend me from hurting myself and that is how I arrived here. *Hope Psychiatric Hospital" stupid name.
Episode 5: Hope
Theme Song: Fight Song By Rachel
"There is no understanding to pain, but there is comfort, peace, love and Hope."-- Just Ella
I've been in this hospital for 5 months now and you would be the first therapist that I haven't attempted to murder. Everyone they have taken me to, I have tried to kill them. I don't want to talk! Is it by force? But no, they wouldn't listen to me, so I just have to take matters into my own hands. Hey don't be relieved just yet. I have something in store for you.
So, Miss Regina. Now that you know what happened to me. Do you *understand*??? Tell me. Just because you've been raped and you read my file. Can you fully say, wholeheartedly, that you understand what I've been through? You understand my pain? My plight? After everything I have said, can you boldly say that you can imagine how I feel?" I ask the psychiatrist sitting in front of me but she stays silent.
"Answer me!!!!" I scream
"No... I don't understand."
"Good. Now, we're heading somewhere" I smile at her, but she's too frightened to react
"I don't understand your pain and I can't imagine what you've gone through and how you feel right now. But one thing I do know is that you wanted me to listen and I have and right now, you need comfort. But I'm not the right person to give it to you." She breathe deeply and I am stunned by her words.
"Who is this right person?"
"Micheal. Your boyfriend."
"What?"
"I can tell that you truly love him and from your words, he shares the same feeling. You sister made a mistake and you shouldn't repeat it. Don't shut the one you love out! No matter how difficult it is, no matter how it hurts. Even if you feel like they wouldn't understand, you still have to tell them. Believe me, no one can understand, no one can feel your pain. There is no understanding to pain. But, there is comfort. There is hope, there is strength, there is reliance, there is peace. There is Love.
Someone out there loves you, with all of his heart. He is praying for you, he wants you to be alive. He cherishes you. He can't stop thinking about you. If you take your life without giving him the slightest chance to be able to help you, it will destroy him. Just like your sister, people commit suicide because they are tired, they are exhausted. They give up. It is too much for them to bear and it's really hard. But I know and you know that , if she had just trusted you, or given you a chance to be able to comfort her and hold her to say *I'm here, I can't do anything to solve the problem but I'm here. You can vent on me, yell at me, get angry at me, push me away, but I will always be here.* If she had given you the chance to say those words, she'd still be alive.
And that's what you need to do now. You want to die? You said you hated the feeling of being helpless when you sister died and now you want to leave the burden of that feeling on someone else. You want Micheal to feel regret for the rest of his life and not being able to protect you? No. Don't! Don't make that same mistake." She then moves closer to me
"What..do you want...me...to...do?" I said as tears begin to gather in my eyes
"See Micheal. Tell him how you feel. That's all"
"Really?" I wipe the tears off my face
"Yes."
"You're a fool" I replied angrily. "I just wasted my time talking to you" I stand up furious
"Miss Alle...".
"Don't call me that. Now listen . Earlier today, your afternoon regular black coffee was poisoned by me and it was delivered to you. Don't ask me how, you pick up a few tricks after spending half a year being in an asylum. Now, if you don't want to die, leaving behind your husband widowed and your son fatherless, you will drive me out of this damned hospital and drop me at the cemetery. Are we clear?" I ask, looking at a very confused Regina
"If you don't believe me, wait.. in five, four, three, two, one your lips will start to itch you." I smile deviously as I watch her start to itch her itching lips.
"That's only the beginning. It is a very rare poison and has only one antidote. I have the antidote, and I will only give you as soon as you drop me off. If you attempt to report me, I will drink the antidote as I have also poisoned myself. So, choose. Your life? Or my pathetic life."
"Mine..." She says immediately and rush to pack her bag.
She successfully gets me out of the hospital and I direct her to where I had hidden the antidote. It was with one of the patients in the hospital.
Luckily,she dropped me off in a wheelchair and I wheeled myself over to my sister grave and sit there for a long time. It was only a matter of time before she reports me and the police come looking for me. Whatever I want to do, I need to do it fast. Only one thing is on my mind. Dying.
"I miss you, I miss you so bad, I can't forget you and it's so sad, if you're one of the stars up there in the sky, hear me. Everyday, I remember it without a doubt, the day that you left me, without a warning, a sign, nothing.
That day I knew my days to come won't be the same, I was never going to get through this, this pain is nothing like I have felt before, this was something more, an emotion that I can't describe. I held my breath, I keep asking why, now you're gone, left me all alone, to do what?! Without you!" I spoke to her grave.
I made a decision, I have no one, not my dad , my mom or my sister. Perhaps taking my life won't be such a bad idea. I left the grave "see you soon" I whispered to her headstone before I wheel myself to the road. Just one more thing.
I take the cash I had stolen from Regina's purse while in the car and highlighted a taxi. I tell him Michael address and in 10 mins, I arrived.
I ring the doorbell and waited for him. He opens the door and seeing him after such a long time came as shock to both us.
"Hey..." He utters
"I'm not...okay.. I...need...a hug" I stammered, not wasting a second, immediately he takes me into an embrace and the tears start falling uncontrollably. It's been a long time since someone hugged me, this peaceful embrace which feels so comfortable I don't want to let go. I wrap my arms around him and for that moment, I felt peace. Perhaps Regina was right. Maybe. Just maybe. But my mind was still bent on committing suicide. I don't care.
Yes, I feel peace right now but I am indeed the most unhappy person in the world. I just want to die and not feel anything anymore. I release myself from his embrace and tell him
"Micheal! I am not okay. I am going crazy. I want to die. The year has been torture for me. Finding out that my mom was the reason that my sister and I were raped, my dad deserted me when I needed him the most. My sister committed suicide even when I offered to be there for her. She pushed me away and for some reason I feel so guilty for her death. But do you know, I was pregnant. For that rapist? Oh yeah.. I lost the baby when I attempted suicide but I didn't die. And I have been stuck in a psychiatric hospital for months now going insane with pain. The hospital is supposed to help me but I just feel more pain and now, the police will find out that I've escaped and lock me there again . Now, why should I live? I don't have any reason to. I'm hopeless. I want to die, Micheal. I want to die." I cry out in pain.
"No. I won't let you, I won't. You can't die. You won't die. We'll get through this. You and I. I am here for you. Don't die on me, please. I don't know what I'd do. Please. I'm here for you." He says as he breaks down in tears and I go into his embrace again.
I had a reason to live. A reason to stay alive, a reason not to die. But why do I still feel this urge to? Why do I feel this immense pain that won't he going away anytime soon? Why do I feel like, no matter how much I try to find peace and comfort, I will still be haunted by torments. I don't want to live.
I remove the blade that I had hidden in my messy bun and slit my left wrist in silence. The blood drops and Micheal noticed,just as I was about to slit the second one
"I'm sorry Michael...." I manage to say as I fall to the ground after loosing a lot of blood
"No!!!!! This can't be happening. Wait.. Don't die" he throws away the blade and rips his shirt off to stop the blood from gushing
The ringtone of my phone, I sit up and scan the room. I feel so dizzy. Like I had just woken up after being asleep for a hundred years. I wipe off a drool in the corner of my mouth and I have that hazy feeling that you get when you wake up in the middle of the night unsure if you're asleep or awake.
I then find myself stretching my hand to the table to pick it up.
"Hello.." I grumble
"Babe.... You're just waking up?"
"Yeah.." I answer unsure of the person on the other end.
"Sleephead, you're late and I'm at your door. Freshen up, let's go to school."
"What school?" I question perplexed at what was happening. School? When was the last time I went to school? I take the phone off my ear and look at the screen. It was Micheal calling
What does this mean?
" Umm.. Micheal?"
"Yeah... Get off the bed and hurry. You know, this is one of the few times that your dad lets me pick you up. Meanwhile, is he home?"
"Wait...what??"
What's happening? Why is Micheal at my doorstep? Why is he talking about my dad in a causal manual? I'm confused
"Wait... MK... We were just hugging a second ago and now I'm on my bed? What happened?"
"Alle, are you okay?"
"Umm... I don't think so" I reply still confused "give me a second" I toss my phone on my bed, which strangely feels comfortable, as do my room. Which feels like, I never left it. Something is definitely wrong.
I rush downstairs and find my mom dressed up preparing to take my sister to school. Oh wow.
Wait..
What?? Mom?? Xurita? Alive??
I look sideways and see my dad watching television. What is happening?
"Mom? Xurita?"
"Hey.. you haven't gone to school yet?" They looked at me with surprise
"You're alive?" I said looking at Xurita
"Did you hit your head on bed or something? What kind of question is that?" She laughs at me.
"Hey, hurry and go to school. I don't think your dad knows you're still at home. You better don't plan on ditching school or he’ll drag you there himself. It's his off day you know." My mom warns me in the most calming tone ever.
"Mom, you're alive" I rush to hug her
"Yes I am baby" she kisses me on the cheek and heads to the door
I rush to the door as she opens it and see Micheal in front of her. He greets her and winks at me..
"You're not dressed?" He whispers
Confused at what was happening, I hug him.
"Are you okay?" He asks
"I think so... I think... I just had the craziest nightmare..." I whisper to him
I don't know what's happening right now. I don't know if all that happened from the night of the rape has been a dream or perhaps I'm dead and this is my perfect vision of paradise.
Whatever it is, I don't want to know, as of this time, I want to live for the moment. I don't want to think of anything, all I want to do, is enjoy this peace. This happy feeling. I don't want to let it go. I am happy, finally.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow, the important thing is not to stop questioning---- Albert Einstein
*******Just Ella*****
The end!!!!!! Woahhhhh!!! I can't believe this, it finally ended and guess what?? It was all a dream. I think. Or perhaps she's dead and this is her perfect paradise. Either way, I feel like this is a happy ending. Don't you think?
Daebak!!!(that's Korean for wowwwwww) haha😂😂 Honestly, it was so hard writing this piece. Initially I wanted it to be sad but then also an happy ending. Don't tell me this is a cliffhanger? Hmm ..
Did you like it? I hope you liked it, if you do, please share today your friends so they'll read it too and tell me what they think. Thank you so much. It means a lot. See you in five days for the next story. Thank you. Muah.😍