DEATH

A warm liquid was seeping between my hair bottoms. As the liquid that surrounded me wandered all over my body like a snake, it began to boil with the heat of my body. This liquid, which became a whole with the heat of my naked body, possessed my body.

As the menacing sound of bubbling moved from my ears to my mind, the liquid had already captured me and tied my hands in a tight knot. Then I fell into the womb of the breathtaking view. And I was trapped in the membrane of the landscape. The fluid of the membrane I was in that surrounded my body resembled a drop of rain from heaven, from the sky.

This liquid was absorbed by my dehydrated body.

I could not move inside the membrane, and my body had changed all balances by consuming this fluid. And this stubborn membrane sticking to my skin left different marks.

The graceful heat of the sun pierced the membrane that stuck to my skin. The sun's rays that poured down the lobes of my brain blew out the membrane, and I was born in the face of the black elegance of the landscape from the mother's womb.

Birds' twitters at war with each other filled the sky.

They were excited when they saw the sun, and I could feel their fearful heartbeat in my rib cage.

The unruly leaves of tall trees falling on me, the peaceful smell that hit my nose, were crawling in my lungs.

It enjoyed sucking my hair, which was in long coffee shades, as if the wet soil I was on had my body. Immediately after, my eyes hit the black flowers, which are the same kind on the tree bottoms.

As if defying the sun and wind, the smells emanating from unspeakable black flowers flew through the sky like cockatoo birds. And it left a permanent smell on my skin. The earth I was on had already been in harmony with the shades of blue and green.

The wet soil, covered with grass, became whole with the vast rays of the sun.

And it was such a beautiful place, there was nothing all but plenty of green.

The sun could not come to apathy. It intended to draw its rays from my body, and as soon as I did not expect them, its rays disappeared.

I'm frowning. The darkness covered the sky like a black sheet. The bird chirps stopped, then the rustling of tree branches pushed me into the quiet darkness. I was quiet. I was screaming in my throat. I could see an orange light in the bushes. Someone with no silhouette walked towards me with a gas lamp in its hand. It defeated the silence with its sharp sword.

All of a sudden, I heard a unique song climbing into my eardrum.

I swallowed hard.

This voice was no stranger to me, because I knew the owner of this voice.

I slowly tried to get up, clinging to the branches of the tree standing in front of me. This unique song was getting closer to me, in the bushes.

It was a different song. It made my mind feel like stranger, and it bothered me a lot.

The lyrics of the song said that:

All clouds are black...

You will find that submission many years

ago in the hidden gardens.

You know that all clouds are black...

'Cause this is only special for that person and that person is you.

Do not be afraid.

And you came back... you came that is... you came that is...

This is traces of the past.

Do not be afraid Misha.

As the sound approached, the song wrapped my entire body like poison ivy. My heart was pounding with such fear that the branches of the tree I was holding on to, were slowly sliding in my palm. I could hear the greatest vavelia of fear in the sky.

The sky was splitting in half. The greatest grains of rain of ambition caused my body to sink into the ground.

I felt a strange pain in my legs. I was deep in mud up to my knees.

That mysterious song increased its violence in the rain.

My eyelids were closing against my will. I had accepted the weakness. I felt a hand on my arm. He got me out of the mud, where I sank, at a sudden speed.

"Misha." This voice belonged to Sister Adelina. I could feel her wet fingers on my face.

There was a brief silence. The rain had blown over. As I opened my eyes, I realized that the nun was watching me without expression. Her brunette face resembled a chalky house ready to collapse.

Sister Adelina broke the silence again:

"Take my hand, Misha."

I could not decline that offer. I did not know where I was. All I know is that this universe was going to swallow me up. I was not going to let him digest me like that.

I was going to choose the best of the bad, and I had no choice but to accept this offer.

I held her hand and stood up from where I was sitting.

For a while, we were quietly walking along the road covered with hornbeam trees. The hum of the wind made me startled.

I kept going, thinking there was an end to this path.

The hum of the wind had stopped, and in this universe where I was, the hum of the breeze had ceased, and it was crowning my hair with the wind. Ahead of me, The Nun crossed the border of the sky and approached the locked door that tied up with ropes and sealed, with waddling steps. She turned around on his shoulder and looked at me:

"We don't have much time, Misha."

I heard a different sound from the depths. Besides me and The Nun, there was someone else. Its moaning caused my brain to melt. I could not turn around. Maybe facing the truth could have caused my soul to leave my body. The nun standing in front of the door, waiting for me, was shaking her head. Behind me, the moaning silhouette was drifting on the ground. I felt a hand on my ankles.

"Do not look back, Misha. Listen to me! I'll help you. Just focus on my eyes

and get away from there."

I do not know how it happened, the moaning sound had stopped, and this hand holding my ankle had admitted defeat without a fight. I made my way to The Nun in quick steps.

"I want to go ."

My sentences were climbing up my throat. All I wanted was to get away from where I am now.

She opened the ropes, which were in tight knots on the door; then she pushed the door. As the door opened, I saw a different world on the other side of this door. It was a gateway from darkness to light. We were in a garden full of colorful flowers. It was heaven, and my brain was freed from the closed cage."Misha, follow me."

We were walking along, looking around like crazy among the colorful flowers. Birds fluttered their wings to the stubbornness of the sky and watched our steps in rows with sneaky glances. I saw a cemetery, right at the bottom of the hornbeam tree.

Sister Adelina's steps were slowing down. We were close to the hornbeam tree. My thoughts was getting a strange feeling.

A smell of longing is in my lungs. The cool wind that hit my face trapped me in a trap of terror and despair.

My chest was going down and up fast.

"Whose grave does this belong to?"

I wanted to bite my chapped lips with thirst. I did not even have the courage. I could feel her warm breath on my face as she slowly pulled me towards herself.

In her muffled voice, "You know that, Misha." she whispered.

Now there were completely different things that shadowed my soul.

My gaze slipped on The Nun. She raised her hand to the sky; she filled her palms with grains of rain that fell like crystals.

She looked at me motionlessly.

"Do you like the smell of earth after rain?

I could feel the uneasy pressure on my skin, and her words had sunk into the bottomless well of a lost riddle.

"Yeah."

As her sharp gaze swirled across my face, "Repeat what I did."she said expressionless.

She raised her left foot. Three times in a row, she rubbed her foot into the ground and lifted it. I repeated what she had done without taking her eyes off my eyes.

I lifted my left foot and rubbed it into the ground three times in a row and what I saw was something different. A flower bloomed.

Dominated by white, the queen of the night was the kadapul flower.

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. I did not understand what happened for a moment.

"This is a dream."

"Then wake up, Misha."

*****

I could not breathe. The pressure on my chest grew, and my chest quickly got up and down. I finally released the scream that was blocked in my throat. I swallowed hard and shook my head fast. I could see my body trembling with fear. It would be stupid not to see it.

"Girl, you had a nightmare."I felt like I heard he say it.

"God! Woke up. Misha, are you all right, clumsy little one?

Calm down, I'm with you, girl."

His voice sounded so muffled and helpless, he made me feel like I was waking up from a dream, my old man. I felt the wet moisture of his lips touching my forehead. As my interlocking eyelashes trembled like aftershocks, I managed to open my eyes, albeit slightly.

As I clenched my fists and dipped my nails in my palms, my skull throbbed as if it were stubbornly exploding. My helpless body under the duvet was glazed with sweat.

I was in bed. It bothered me that my mind opened the door to different thoughts without my knowledge.

I was at Easter. How come I'm here now?

This question in my mind left me in a dilemma.

"You scared us. You all right, clumsy little one."he whispered.

He sounded worried, and all I had in my mind was the nun's marks.

"Dad, I do not remember anything. We were at Easter together. How come I'm here now?"

"You've been sleeping like this for two days. We found you unconscious alone in the backyard of the church during mass."

He lay gently beside me, putting his long thin fingers through my sweaty hair.

"Dad?"My voice was muted. I felt severe pains in my throat.

"Yes, my clumsy little one."

"I was not the only one in the backyard of the church.

Sister Adelina was with me."

He suddenly turned his face towards my face. He seemed surprised, because I could get that answer in his eyes. After raising my head slightly with his long thin fingers, which he put on my chin, he pointed his straight gaze at my face.

"Are you sure, Misha? Sister Adelina did not come to church."he said in a harsh tone.

As he slowly retreated, I felt that there was something I did not know. His jaw was shaking. He got out of bed in a sudden motion as I pulled my eyes in his eyes. He had a big knot in his throat.

"No... she was there, ' You should not be here.It is the worst among the seven deadly sins of the past.' she said."

He was still stunned when I looked into his eyes.

"Dad, what does that mean? I don't understand anything."

The shadow of my nightmare and what I experienced fed on my fears, and its claws left permanent scars on my mind. He frowned. He approached the window, missing his eyes from my eyes:

"Misha, she cannot be there."he said, in a persistent tone of voice.

Then he threw his familiar laugh full of fear. And a silence fell in the room.

"Miss Cara is in her room; call me if you need anything.

I have to go, Misha."

Then he added.

"Do not wait for me. Sleep, rest. I forgot, I'm busy; I can be late."

Just then, he took hasty steps away from the window and towards the nightstand, which was standing at my head, as the phone melody that was playing echoed on the walls.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand and took the phone to his ear without looking at the screen:

"Say. What?"

He frowned; the fearful vaguely expression in his eyes kept his freshness.

"What happened?"I asked him.

After pointing his hand at me to stop, he said," OK, " in a cold tone of voice. Then he hung up the phone. He left the room by turning the handle of the door.

As I got out of bed at a sudden speed, my head was spinning, and the walls were on top of me, and It cause to me to stay still.

I heard a loud thump. I left the room surprisedly, and when I came down the wooden stairs with quick steps, I realized that the sounds that were rising were coming from the kitchen. I could hear Cara's sobbings. Hearing her cry intensely made my heart beat fast.

When I turned the handle on the kitchen door and suddenly jumped in, I saw her sitting on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest.

"Cara, are you okay? You're scaring me."

My gaze slipped at Cara's feet when she sidled shudderingly. Her feet, covered in mud, accompanied my astonishment.

What I've been through lately has meant to throw me off the cliff. The ones that I could not understand. Wishing it was all a dream was like a door with a missing key.

"Take me to my room." she said with a startled attitude.

"Why are you covered in mud? Why are you crying, Cara? Say something, please."

"Take me to my room, Misha."

She sounded hard.

She was slowly pulled out and straightened by holding on to me from where she was sitting.

We climbed the wooden stairs quickly and went upstairs.

I was surprised, but I also managed to keep my sang-froid.

Black and white's harmonious white hair flies with his breath, the back of the tears running down his neck was not cut off. I pressed my lips against her hair.

"Shh, Please, Please tell me calmly what happened, Cara."

Now, the situation I was in had become a dead end. We approached the room on the left side of the stairs. As she opened the hollow and dusty door with a squeak, she quickly plunged into the room. Inside, it looked dim with street light from the iron-railed window opposite. She took waddling steps towards the wardrobe, located in the right corner of the room.

I looked at Cara, against the wall, with empty eyes. She lowered the suitcase, which was located at the top of the wardrobe.

She opened the thick zipper of the suitcase and placed a few clothes and shoes from the wardrobe to the suitcase and closed the zipper.

I watched Cara with a confused look without any reaction.

"Cara, where are you going?"

She looked at me over her shoulder. She wiped away the tears that flowed from her cheek and once again sniffed.

"I have to go, Misha. I can not stay long. Please do not ask me any questions."Her voice trembled.

I looked into her eyes senselessly. At the time I could feel my inner break into pieces.Cara was leaving. She was leaving, even though I did not even know why.

I approached her. She did not resist me the moment I reached out to her. She turned towards me and entered between my arms and wrapped her arms firmly around my waist. My chin was standing on her white hair.

"I'll miss your smell, Little Bird."

When she suddenly started sobbing again, my tired fingers slipped on her back and gently patted her,"Where are you going, Cara?"I whispered.

"It's all over here, Misha."she said, among her sobs.

I kept patting her on the back.

"Tell me, Cara."

Tears wetting my shoulder seeped into my skin. As I began to patting her hair, "I can not bear this burden anymore, Misha.

I can not carry..." she said.

Although I did not want to ask questions, I quickly surrendered to my thoughts. She slowly pulled back and tried to get rid of her hair, which stuck to his face. I pushed her damp hair behind her ear. She had difficulty opening her eyes, squinting from crying.

"Things happen that I do not know, that I can not make sense of. What are you hiding from me. I'm not stupid, Cara."

As I gently patted her wet cheek with my thumb, I was caught in the tornado in her eyes.

"Do not shut up, Cara!"

She missed her eyes from me again.

As she grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards her, she said, "it's time to go, little bird. I love you, Misha."

As soon as I buried my face in her chest, I knew that her heart was beating timidly.

"I'm so sorry, Misha."

My cold tears, which seeped into my cheek from the ajar doors of my eyes, left itself in the emptiness. When I lifted Cara from her seat with great care and we went up the stairs into the long corridor, "Misha, I have a trust to give you." she said.

She approached the cupboard at the end of the corridor with the effect of fear that infected her body. She pulled out a box in black shades from the cupboard.

"Misha, Sister Adelina asked me to give you this before she died."

As I covered my mouth with my long fingers, I pushed back the moan that rose in my throat.

"Sister Adelina is dead? How can that be?"

My voice was hoarse.

I looked at the black box in Cara's hand with big old horrifying eyes.

"After she left us on the morning of Easter, she was found as poisoned on the bank of the Doure River. "

"During mass, Sister Adelina was with me in the backyard of the church. How can it be, Cara?"

She took slow steps towards the outside door and looked at me over her shoulder.

"Sister Adelina never came to church. It's dead.

We are all the seeds of sin, stuck in our own traps and yet unable to travel an inch, Misha."