Truth, Which shakes one to the core
With my incoherent thoughts, I am yet again caught by a memory so sweet that it bleeds.
Losing a loved one is like having a wound, which bleeds on its own without looking at the time or place.
Hayden Alan (16 years old)
Iliana Alan(13 years old)
"is this for me" says in a giggly voice.
Hayden Alan (16 years old)
"Yes, go on open it" says gently
After unpacking the gifts.
Iliana Alan(13 years old)
"Book and chocolates. Awesome" says while giggling loudly
Iliana Alan(13 years old)
Runs and give a hug to Hayden
Iliana Alan(13 years old)
Iliana Alan(13 years old)
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you brother"
Hayden Alan (16 years old)
"OK, OK, leave me" says in a shy embarrassed tone
Holding the same diary in my hands, I felt a weight in my heart, pushing back in lump in my throat.
I opened the diary with all the courage I had.
Iliana Alan(13 years old)
"Dear diary, I am iliana Alan and you are my diary of secrets. Shush don't tell anyone´･ᴗ･`"
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
Smiles a little.
The diary was filled with memories and whispers with each flip of the page, the courage I had started slipping, slowly and slowly I reached memories to thoughts to her dreams of becoming an artist. To cute little wishes of taking me out on family dinners with her money.
To buying me a gift. Each written word spoke more and more to me and at the last page was written something which made me cry, the resolve I had shattered to pieces and I cried like a child with no warmth engulfing me. I was reminded once again how alone I am.
Iliana Alan (Mc adopted sis)
"Today brother is going to propose, I wish he gets his happily ever after. Instead, the universe can have anything of mine. Just give my brother a life of laughter and happy endings"
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
Crying heavily, hiccuping and continuously crying.
Days and time moved in a usual pace, more like I stopped caring about its pace until a knock at the door brought me to reality.
I opened the door to see iliana's best friend,
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
*What's she doing here*
Sena Sen(Illana best friend)
"Can I come in brother" says in a anxious voice
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
without saying anything made way for her.
A few seconds pass as sena sat down on the floor in the small apartment.
p.s its just a room with a bathroom and nothing else.
After looking at her for some more time talking a sign that she isn't talking I was about to ask her when-
Sena Sen(Illana best friend)
"Brother Hayden" her voice trembled with tears and fear
I looked at her, puzzled my brain running a marathon on what to do.
but what she said next made my blood turned cold.
She spoke in a scared and trembling voice, each sentence ended with a sorry. Spoke with fear evident. The tremor in her body never subsidising.
After saying all that she said more sorrys but this time I felt nothing at her state. No sympathy, No pity. After a few more minutes she gathered herself and left on her own, not over-welcoming her stay. Not knowing she was already a unwelcome guest.
As she reached the door. I spoke in a cold voice devoid of emotions.
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
"Thank you for telling me the truth, but I don't want to see your face again"
Sena Sen(Illana best friend)
"Of course" says in a little voice coated with guilt.
I no longer allowed myself to wail, when the true murders of my sister are awake.
Living their life in luxury while my sister lost her's to misery.
An hour pass by, in that hour many thoughts and emotions pass through my head and body but the conclusion was evident, Revenge.
As I hold on my resolve to live and to make everyone regret who dared to harm my sister.
Another knock on the door brought me out of my dreamland.
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
I went towards the door. And asked "Who, Is it?"
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
only to be met with silence. I waited for a few seconds before swinging the door open but there was no one outside.
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
*Odd* I thought. I walked out to see left and right but there was no one.
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
Thinking it was a Childish prank I turned around and started walking towards my door.
Hayden Alan(Mc-Past life)
When i felt a sharp pain in the back, before a yelp left my mouth. It was covered by a hand and everything turned dark.
I opened my eyes, only for them to droop ever so slightly. My vision blurry, I looked around with the blurry vision, I was in my room.
Than I felt something on my neck as I slowly looked with my foggy vision, A Rope. When I looked down I was standing on a stool.
My body turned cold than I heard incoherent whispers. Than a guy came in view. From the dim light in the room and my blurry vision. I could make out he was wearing complete black suite and face and hair completely covered with a black sack.
He walked slowly as if he had all the time in the world. looked at me like I was a thing, not a human but an art and he was a creator.
Then I felt the metallic taste on my tongue, I was drugged. My blurry vision, my numb body and mouth and my screaming brain made sense. I felt trapped in my body.
The man comes forward, wearing gloves on his hands, he holds my hands and guide them to the rope. The air felt heavy as I understood what they were doing.
He moved back, like a writer re-reading arranging his story.
Anonymous
He looked above and said, "No hard feelings kids. You are just unlucky."
Anonymous
"I advise in another life either be rich or don't cross rich people. They are shit"
Anonymous
"The perfect cover story of tomorrow paper 'The victim's brother Suicides In Grief".
After saying those words he single a guy who pushed the chair.
My legs dangled in air. The pressure around my neck increasing, my mind screaming but my body as if it was a foreign object showed no sign of resistance.
The story ended. With another name was linked to the word victim.
The world cried, felt pity and sadness for the victim's brother.
Protest started and ended just like any other Protest. The world moved on. Forgetting as if it was the most natural thing.
The world slept silently until another victim was shown in the light. To the repeat the cycle.
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