7.Past and Present - Their meeting

I returned home once again. My body chose to listen to its own arrogance rather than my voice. My bed teased a solution in the most mesmerising whispers. At this moment,I had no other choice.

My bed opened its arms as it promised warmth and comfort. I desperately rushed, for I felt it was the only person who understood me. Everyone that I landed a hand on was probably not going to payback by returning all those favours. Just how could they act blind and leave me getting swirled up by the quicksand life had to offer me?

All these thoughts rested on my eyes and mind. Silence was another solution to be considered.

A few minutes had passed, and I had arrived at my destination. I was coming back from school, even though I just came back a while ago. I heard two familiar voices that hinted at two females, one previously younger than the other. My heart beat slowed down, but was it for my own sake?

I opened the door as my mind witnessed this action occurring once more time.Ameria sat comfortably with my mother while the both of them had a tea party, which seemed to be more mature than princesses' ones. They exchanged words and knowledge while doing the same with the pages they held.

I had tried to join the conversation, but exclusivity became a theme at this tea party. I was a ghost in their eyes. I made my way towards the papers covered in fine prints, but they were deemed intangible to me. As soon as I looked at the words, which were other pieces to the puzzle, everything blurred. I shouted and shouted, as I had faith that I'd gain their attention, but they were deaf towards me.

I quickly rushed upstairs while my heart beat in sorrow, for I was left alone to fight my villainous past and present once again. I dug my face into the pillow, but a few breaths attracted my attention. I was in fear. My heart kept quiet, and my mind took over as it had to make a decision. My mind followed the lightweight breaths and found them lurking behind a curtain. He appeared again in silence and as a serial killer, for he wielded a knife and rose, which shared each other's colours.

I thought of myself as a ghost to him. Unfortunately, the tables turned, and he punctured my heart with his knife. I dropped to the floor while hearing three words, of which my mom was also a fan.

My heart became a noisemaker and beat fast as it alarmed my present-day self to wake up. It was a success!

But I still felt the burden of this nightmare.