1 1. It all begins in May.

Little things keep us sane and atomic things drive us insane but this isn't a story about all the stuffs that get us to where we are but the parts that lead us to death.

For my inspiration, I would say my dad played a huge role in all my misfortune, he tried his best in making me who I am, but also failed in making me who I should become. Listening should be a huge improvement in his part, for he was so bad at it that it led me to my death bed, as I hinted earlier, it all began in May, when it all fell apart and crumbled. I would like to say its a story about love and happiness, but it is not, its a story about sadness and humiliation, about illness and fights, about becoming who we are not to run away from who we should be and how happiness is so overrated.

My life, I should point out wasn't always shambles and ruins, at first it was all butterflies and roses with sweet scented breads and love, lots of love. My mom was there for me, my dad too, I never knew that life was a mess, I smiled a lot and cried when it wasn't necessary. I loved being naive and ignorant and lived happily, until the never after part started. I was pretty happy.

It was a sunny afternoon when I got a call from my dad, I was taking a shower in my dorm in college and I heard the phone ring from inside the room, my roommate was there but I guess as usual she had her headphones on, I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my still foamy body and rushed out, as predicted she was listening to something, I grabbed the phone and quickly wiping a part of my hand I answered the call, "Good morning Sir", now, we are all wondering, why the formal tone, or maybe we aren't, but my father was a strict former Sargent, he served in the navy and took his autocratic leadership role back home, of course not with my mother who was as pure and delicate as a feather, but to me his only daughter. He never demanded I call him Sir, I just felt it was implied as calling him Dad or Papa would sound weird.

I could hear him clear his throat and speak in his usual strict manner "can you come home this weekend ? I need to talk to you", now, this would sound normal to me because his voice was still scary,but he never asked a question, he always commanded, I was starting to get worried, " Is everything okay ?". He grunted and regaining his composure he returned back to normal, "just come home", and he hung up. That was more like him. I went back to take a shower as I was late for my afternoon class.

I walked in to the seminar hall where we took our classes and scanned for my two best friends Serena and Mathew. I guess I was too early cos the class hadn't started and they hadn't arrived yet. I picked for us a row close to the door and set my bag beside me. I was intently looking into my phone at a news of some hippies who were caught leeching off a guys property when Mathew touched my hair, I looked up to his full smile, I always got a rush of hormonal excitement whenever I saw him, he was just my friend, but I always had a crush on him, who wouldn't ? He was tall, had the best haircut and the best smile, every girl wanted to date him and some wished they would be I and Serena who hangs out with him every time. He made it clear he wasn't dating during college as he liked his freedom, but girls tried their best.

"You are awfully early, Luna, were you offered something", he laughed and sat in the distant chair leaving the chair next to me unoccupied for Serena. I looked at him and smiled, I wasn't going to fall for his charms "No, I'm leaving early, I have to go home cos my Dad asked me to", He laughed loudly,

"The Sargent summons, I hope nothing is wrong",

I hit him on his shoulders and gestured that I didn't know. As I was about to ask how his morning was, I heard Serena shouting my name and running towards us. She was a bit too loud for a girl, but we liked that she was the most vibrant. She hugged us from behind and sat in between us. She smiled from ear to ear and looked at me, then at Mathew, and sighed heavily trying to catch her breath. We greeted and the class started almost immediately. It was running a bit long so I bade them goodbye and left early.

I headed to the train station and in under an hour I had dropped on the train station near home. I called my Dad to come over and pick me up and as I waited I headed over to the flower shop near the station. My mom loved Lilies and I decided to buy her some. I bought a bright yellow bouquet when my dad rang. I spotted him close by, standing by the door of the passenger's door wearing khaki trousers and a black shirt buttoned up. He looked stressed and I could swear I saw him slouch. Dad's moto was to never slouch, in posture, life and health. He was a very huge perfectionist but today he didn't look like one, even his clothes weren't matched right. I got in to the car, greeted him and sat in silence throughout the whole ride. I only thought of my mom's sweet bread and hot chowder.

Mom was a warm human. She loved baking bread and picking out flowers. She was a writer and she acted like one. Thinking of how she handled my dad was a different space because he was a different human around her. He was gentle and spoke calmly, he smiled whenever she was around him.

I walked into the house and something was off, no bread, no mom, nothing. Her favorite chair where she wrote her stories was empty and the house strangely smelt like cough syrup. I knew something was wrong at that moment and I turned to look at dad whose face now clearly hinted it.

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I stared at my body still unconscious on the hospital bed. No one had visited in he last 24 hours. I had been in Coma for over a week and the doctors asked my Dad to have a bit of hope that I would wake up. It was all her fault, If only Dad listened to me, all this wouldn't have happened. We would be at home, sipping tea and talking about the next step to life, Instead, he married her and now all has come to an end.

This part of the world was different. I could clearly see the boundary separating the real world from this side. A gel like Wall which we couldn't go through, at first when I found myself here, I tried my best to cross over, to expose her but I couldn't and I gave up after sometime. I wasn't dead, but the information from others that were here before me was that I would leave after o wake up and if I die I would ascend to the afterlife. I didn't want to be here, My life was already hard enough, but little did I know it was about to get a lot harder.