Chapter Two: Mother's Day

"Ding-dong..."

The school's bell chimed as the tiresome day ended for most of us. Peculiarly, the chime was not usual. The oscillations were almost shivering, sweeping through the breves and trying to escape. Albeit all that abnormality, I was not faltered. After all, it was the day when we celebrated the existence of every respectable mother.

I ran down the slope that led to Avevia First Academy and all that turns which curled up the mountain. All such stress, desperation and misery did not even account for a mere second. Inside my mind were only the soothing voice of a friendly woman and her ever-comforting smile.

The run continued for three quarters. Finally, I saw the Mundanian Church that was located one mile ahead of my house. The Church was almost eight feet tall, with appealing cravings and tingling ornaments. As the spring wind blew, the Church seemed to sing aloud and danced with its shadow; it was almost like the Church was living, enjoying and relaxing in the long-waited breeze.

I took a small halt in front of the Church to calm my legs down. The long journey had made me thirst for water, but I knew I could not stop there for too long; the kind-hearted woman was still waiting for my arrival. The halt did not take even a quarter, and I commenced my jog again.

This was when something felt strange. As I walked past the Church's arch, there seemed to be a mysterious thread pulling me. The pull aggregated as I struggled, preventing me from reaching home. This chronology was almost like planned, by that living building that watched over the city. I started to feel pain in my head as well a nauseating sense that flew in my gut. Gradually I seemed to lose consciousness; not consciousness of my body, but more of the consciousness of humanity.

I struggled more as the dark thread pulled tighter and tighter. I started not to be able to inhale properly, and at moments some tenebrous swirls would emerge in my vision. Ultimately, I could not take the pain further and felt like my soul was being bitten away. Tears of regret wept down; a regret of not have been able to celebrate 'Mother's Day' with my dearest mother. My eyes started to close on their own, and my cognition commenced to fade...

Out of the very blue, the bell of the Mundanian Church chimed. The reverberations thrilled through every bone of mine, and asudden every filth seemed to vanish. I remained on the floor, knelt upright, as if nothing had happened. Away went the sweat which accumulated on the ground, as well as the uneasiness that carved through my skin. At this point, I ought to have felt relieved, but in some manner, some greater fear assimilated, and it pierced my body hard.

Out of instinct, my legs ran on their own, at a speed I had never achieved before. The sprint was directed to the gate of my house, where my mother was waiting for my return. My breath discretized, yet my motion would not stop. Pathetically, I arrived at the gate of my house which was dark and spiked, albeit never.