Fear; A friend or a Monster
Oh My God!!!!!!
Suddenly The Car left the road with everyone now in panic mode, it was clear that the next moment was so uncertain..
My Tomorrow now placed on a pause, Fear; A friend or a monster as I pleaded with death not to take me away, but what really is left behind if I go away.
This could be my last goodbye.
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This feels like the best time to run away, mum won't notice my absence. She doesn't even know whether I existed or not, to her I am just a house tool nothing more.
I looked out the window to check if the coast was clear, nothing must spoil this plan..
"Always smile Daisy!" I could clearly remember her telling me that when she took me out of school, claiming the world has Bigger plans for me. I walked out of the school's gate feeling broken inside, as though something left me..
Memories flashed before my eyes, creating an adrenaline to hasten my escape; Nothing must go wrong...
"Where do you think you are going to?" Her cold voice pierced through my subconscious and before I could say anything my cheek already bleared with Rage.
"How dare you think of leaving, after everything I did for you? You ungrateful piece of trash." Her rage was nothing compared to the sadness that engulfed my world. Everything crumbled before my eyes making me wonder if I would ever say goodbye.
She walked up to me and started laughing crazily, then whispered in my ear "It is time for the Ritual."
My heart sank at the sound of that; "not again!" I screamed inside, as my lips became paralyzed in fret.
It was as though I was back to that faithful day, the day I became a being existing without cause, living without breath, walking without legs; the day of the Ritual.
Can you find a pen in the darkest night? or sort out a teardrop in the largest ocean? Silence is always the reply I get with fate causing me to ask some more..
"Come here!" Her firm grip took hold of my hair pulling me to the place where demons leave and hope die; my room.
A place people go to seek privacy is the place I dread the most, rest exchanged for restlessness, smile for pain, laughter for tears and most of all, sleep for ritual...
"What is the point crying you already know how it would end?" the smirk on her face alone could win the happiest smirk of the year. Sometimes I wonder whether this is truly my mom or just someone who stole her face.
We drew near the wooden door, and it was clear there was no going back. Shouting would be useless as I could already feeled the grip of the demons in my head taken me down memory lane.
Forgotten paths now treaded upon, the Ritual is about to take place.
"Sit there and don't move an inch, I would be back with what we need." She left the room putting me at it's center with no choice what so ever to leave..
I sat there in that place which is no longer my room thinking what next to do.
What will be after the Ritual.
Because I do know with my mom present, the Ritual must hold.
They say to eat with the devil you must use a long spoon. I guess for my case, I ran out of spoons..
Foot steps approached the door, it is time.
"My little precious, mama is back and look what she got you" she flaunted the very sharp knife to my face. "don't worry it would soon be over, I promise".
What is the point trying to fight back, she already has a knife and all I am is a weakling with no chance to fight.
It was time...
I lay down, shut my eyes, with tears dropping from the inside and none dropping from the outside. I am Ready.
I could clearly remember some time ago, when I had a chance to be helped by Mrs. Samantha our neighbor.
It was evident she didn't know what was going on because if she did, I doubt she wouldn't try saving me.
"Daisy you look off and what is with the scratches on your face" Mrs. Samantha spoke concerned about me but can she help me? NO.
She stayed puzzled as I gave a fake smile to indicate I was fine..
"Talk to me" she replied..
"But there's nothing wrong ma." I gave an even fake smile..
What if?
What if I had spoken up then?
What if I had told her the truth?
What if I had a saviour?
What if?