A way to escape

A sudden call woke Sara up from her sleep. She looked at the caller id with blurry vision, and on seeing who it was. Her eyes became dark and gloomy.

She picked up a call, "hello." She tried her best to keep her anguish inside.

"Looks like I disturb my sleep." A man from the other side spoke up, his voice like a melody of nature making you fall in love with you.

But for Sara, the more she heard that voice she only felt revolted from it. Sara clenched on the bedsheet trying to control her resentment.

"No, what do you want?" She replied rather coldly, knowing he was just trying to provoke her.

"Meet me at the same place at the same time as usual." he came back to the topic, without dragging it anymore.

"I got it." Sara hung up the call immediately. She was about to throw her phone after hanging up but she stopped hearing her daughter calling her. She tried her best to control her emotion before replying to her daughter.

After taking a deep breath and having a smile on the face she looked back at her daughter, who was sitting on the bed while rubbing her eyes sleepily.

All those negative emotions, Sara was feeling a few minutes before suddenly went away. She carried Ami in her arms, patting her head, while Ami fell asleep again in her arms.

"My sleeping princess," Sara remarked before putting her back on the bed and kissing on her forehead.

"I promise, I will do everything to make life a long life." She promised to herself. Even if it means she has to die for that or bathing with some blood to save her, she was down to do everything.

She got up from the bed silent, not wanting to wake her up. She quietly left the room and went to the washroom and looked at the mirror.

Hate, disgust, pain, rage, she felt all on seeing her face in the mirror. She wished to destroy that face of hers. That face who took everything from her. She hated herself more than anyone. She was ruthless, a cold monster who was bathed with innocent people's blood. She has no right to live, someone selfish like her has no right to live.

Sara looked at her hands, it was covered in blood, she could hear cries of them, crying for help. She tried to cover her ears to stop hearing those cries but soon the images played in the mirror. She saw them clearly.

"You killed us, you have no right to live." A voice suddenly spoke and a pair of eyes came out of the mirror and tried to grab her neck. Sara instinctively went back.

"No, it was not me." She tried to clear but those hands continued to come towards her, repeating those words in her ears.

She stepped back as much she could until she was pinned to the wall and had no way out.

"You killed us. You have no right to live." Those words continued to run in her ears before those hands grabbed her neck. As if her legs got immobilized by then, she was unable to breathe but her body remained unmoved as if it was stuck. She was feeling suffocating, tears ran down her cheeks but she was just silently standing, being suffocated to death.

Suddenly the full figure appeared in the hands, it was a dark shadow with no figure. And slowly the face of it appeared, "You know me, right?" It smirked, before dashing towards her and entering her.

Sara could only stand there, unable to cry for help nor fight, only able to close her eyes.

She felt as if she was shrinking in the ocean and she was being tied with ropes unable to move, she could do nothing but wait for her death. She was shrunk further and further but soon her daughter's face appeared.

No, she can't die now, she has to take care of her daughter before dying. Sara finally opened her eyes and looked around, she was still in the bathroom and there was no one.

Was it only a nightmare? She walked to the tap and splashed cold water on her face. She breathed heavily, still didn't dare to look at herself in the mirror.

She tried to act as nothing happened and walked out of the bathroom, and took out her pills from the bottle, and gulped it down without any water.

If they want to kill her, she doesn't care but she can't die now, she has to protect her daughter's life first. Only then she could die. If it was not for a daughter's life, she was no better than a dead one who just breathes. She had given up on living the day she changed, but sure enough for a monster like her, death was too easy a punishment, she had to stay alive and feel pain every moment, feel like dying but can't.

Death could never be a punishment but just a way to escape, and for the way that way was close. She can't escape from the crime she had committed. She could only repent it like this, by living a lifeless life feeling misery, and eager to kill herself.

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