TRAP

Did I become this from a wrong creation?

Every minute that passes, I realize that the most evil law is the truth that seeps out of my past.

Even if it took days or centuries, my past would put me at risk.

I'm not the person I want to be. It's been a long time since I've lost myself. I was shattered twice in one day. I was going to solve my past like a sudoku with all the moves I could find. It was going to be a winner and a loser in this game...

This killer fire, shining in my mind, was so violent that I felt for a moment that all the emotions I remembered in my past were burning.

"Where's the letter in the envelope, Misha?"

This question, which left a deep echo in my mind, would change all the balances.

My eyes continued to scan his face, but his sharp, determined look managed to distract me.

He crumpled up the envelope in the palm of his hand, confident in the dark narrow room, and began to walk to his wardrobe with steps that fell firmly to the floor. He knew even God could not stop him. He broke the two doors of his wardrobe with a quick touch, then emptied the nightstand that stood at my bedside.

The voices suddenly became silent. Even if he shook me cold, his eyes turned me upside down again.

As if his steps approaching me, made me fall on a thin rope. For the first time, these steps seemed unfamiliar to me. I was crushed and crushed.

"The war begins."I could not help but whisper.

He brought his face closer to my face, then ran his long thin fingers through my hair. I could smell death in your eyes. We crossed the line. We were together, in this unknown ring universe.

This ring was turning, we were following each other, but there would be no one passing by.

His sharp gaze touched my lips, and he looked in my eyes again.

"It does not suit you to shut up, Misha. You do not want to anger your father any more. Now tell me where that letter is, girl."

"I do not know where."

"Give me that letter, Misha."

He frowned. His voice was dry. After licking his lips, he turned towards the wall and violently put his fist into the wall, which he clenched. I pressed my lips together and tried to approach him with waddling steps, but in an impulsive move, he suddenly walked away from me. The crack in the wall was filled with bloodstains. I broke all the rules and woke up a monster that had been lying in its mysterious sleep for years. It was as if the body my soul was in was trapping me in the pit of souls who had persistently abandoned their bodies.

"Dad!"I screamed in panic.

He turned over his shoulder and looked at me. I frowned and walked towards him. He looked at me grimacing and looked very nervous.

"What happened to my mother? Or do I have to say: what did you do to my mother?" He looked at me in shock for a moment.

"He heard things that he should not have heard." In a nervous voice. I looked at his chin and It was twitching.

As he walked towards me, I rolled my eyes and slowly pushed him.

He closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and then crumpled the envelope that was in the palm of his hand, clenching his teeth. He quickly pulled my hand towards himself. He opened my palm and put the envelope that he had crumpled, in my palm.

"I want to see that letter in this envelope when I come. No mischief, Misha."he opened out his lips

Not knowing what to do, he took the keys on the nightstand and walked quickly to the door. He opened the door and quickly closed the door as he left the room. As the sound of the lock suddenly left an echo in the room, I noticed that he had locked the door of the room.

I was confused inside my head. I was very tired. Although my body felt rusty, I knew I was again drawn into a big event. And now I'm too exhausted to predict what's waiting for me.

The darkness of night seeped into the room. After I stood in front of the window for a while, I took off my shirt and threw it aside. I started walking with exhausted steps towards the bed. As I slowly pressed my knee to the bed, the bed collapsed with my weight and I blinked slowly.

I went to bed and slowly raised my head. I was just like the wall in front of me. I could see, I could hear, but I was becoming mute, and yet I was not collapsing.

I touched the letter under the pillow. Mysterious sentences in the lines testified to my

soulless body.

What happened to my mother, Elis?

This poisonous question, which wrapped my body for hours, was intended to consume me. All the doors were closing in my face one by one. This nightmare I was in gave up waking me and would not stop dismantling my mind apart with a dagger in his hand. I painstakingly reopened my letter. I was scared! I was afraid I'd be busted at any moment. My father should not have gotten this letter. I was going to untie this knot and play quietness. I got up from the bed, making nervous steps towards the bathroom. It was the first time these steps had come to me so long and powerless. I went to the bathroom. The sentences in the letter I had met my confused mind again. It was as if these lines, which seemed alien to me, were causing my soul and body to clash in the middle of a difficult war.

"This pencil is the only bridge that allows the transition between the two universes. If this bridge collapses, we will not be able to imprison any soul in different bodies." it was written in letter, leaving me breathless in the murky waters of my mind.

"Which pencil?"I whispered.

The missing pieces of the puzzle were coming together and making me come to my senses with my mind poking me.

I cut my letter into small pieces and tore it. I quickly opened the toilet seat and threw the letter into it, which I cut into small pieces, and pressed the toilet flush with hard touches.

I was the next prey, and I was not going to let my hunter disintagrate me. I came out of the bathroom with shaky steps, and the tick-tock of the clock seemed to tell me to take another step in danger. My body was cold. I was spinning around in the middle of the room. Yeah, that was crazy!

My gaze met the window that opened by itself. The cold air seeping in made my feathers stand like thorns. I took two steps to the window. The wall on my right side stroke me eyes, and the pencil in the letter addressed my thoughts again.

I remembered the pencil I found in my room.

"Could this pencil be that pencil?"I whispered in this deep silence. I pressed my lips tightly together.

In one line of the letter, it said that this pencil would disappear on its own. That pencil I found under my bed a week ago, I remembered Cara walking into the room and disappearing.

"No, no, no! It cannot be that pencil.it's impossible..."

The door, which suddenly opened, managed to distract me with the disturbing squeaking sound. Incoming was my father. He dipped his hand between his hair and mixed it hard. He raised his head, turned his eyes to the ceiling and clenched his teeth.

He looked me in my eyes like he was waiting for an answer. It was my father who broke the silence again.

"Is the letter in the envelope, Misha?"

"I do not know what you mean, dad."

"Ah! My daughter is a smart girl. You must know what I mean, Misha."

His eyes shone like rubies, and his gaze seemed so alien for the first time. His eyes slipped into the empty envelope in my hand. He shut up for a few seconds and watched the envelope in my hand. I was trembling. And as if I could hear the murmurs of my trembling body. He approached me sarcastically. He fondled my cheek with a light touch with his thumb.

"You're so quiet these days, Misha."when he said, this sentence, which he had simply established, seemed to herald that I was one step closer to the end.

I'm stuck in his eyes sometime. When I looked at him, it was like my entire past was feeding on big lies and setting foot in the present.

"Look, I'm not a patient man. What did that letter say? You will say what is written one by one, " he said in a hard voice. His voice was so hard, it made my heart beat again.

I looked up and looked at him. As he looked at me, I could see my timid gaze in that predatory expression that spread from his eyes.

His sharply defined jaw contracted, his angry gaze made me a direct target of him.

"I do not know anything."

He grabbed my arm tighter. With one move, he could very comfortably separate my neck from my body like a predator.

A strange expression appeared in his eyes. The palm of his hand loosened its grip. He seemed crazy. His body contracted, but then he grabbed my arm more tightly again.

"Let's go."

"Let me go, Dad. Please let go..."

"I'll hurt you, Misha, go."he said between his teeth.

I shook my head; I frowned. He stopped, looked my eyes for a few seconds; throwing his head back, he looked at the ceiling and gave a sarcastic laugh. I was afraid of him. All my veins overlap. My arm, which he squeezed, was starting to hurt. My lips began to tremble with pain. It was like a vicious wind that lost its way. The breeze was driven me away. He slowed down his speed as he went down the stairs.

We are moved towards the door from the long hallway. As we rustled out, I looked around briefly and saw that there was no lighting other than a desolate orange streetlight. My father was very angry as he walked to the car that was standing in front of him. After unlocking it with the car's remote control, he opened the door and settled into the driver's seat.

I got into the front passenger seat next to my dad and closed the door. As he moved the car, I looked nervously out the window and realized that there was no one but us. Nothing seemed strange. On the contrary, everything was as normal as it should have been. The only thing that was not normal was me and my past.

"Where are we going, dad?"

"You'll know when we get there." he said, between his teeth. He kept his eye on the road.

I rolled my eyes and turned in front of me and tried to ignore him. Where were we going? What was waiting for me where we were going? I did not expect a single answer that he could give me when I looked again at the desperate question marks that formed in my brain with eyes waiting for an answer.

After the journey, which took about half an hour, the car stopped. When I looked askance on my father , I saw him looking out the windshield. When he opened the car's door, he looked at me over his shoulder.

"Get out of car, Misha."

I opened the car door and got out of the car without doubled his word. We were in a forest covered with hornbeam trees.

There was a road down through the trees. An orange flashing light across the street. The strange thing is that we were in a place where the bird chirps were replaced by the desolate buzzing.

I followed my father in a dark and eerie path. His steps were faster than ever. We drove down the long, narrow road, watching our shadows reflected among the street lights. From the first moment we departed, all I could think about was what we were doing here at this time of night.

One moment, I looked to him. It was so thoughtful, and we were both going to drown in this swamp.

"Go." he said.

As I looked at him with a stunned expression, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me, making me accompany him on this path. His expressionless face looked more terrifying and nervous than ever. He kept tugging on my wrist. It hurt, but if I uttered it, it would not have positive consequences for me.

After I went ahead, along the long road, a church which was on the left side of the road stroke my eyes. My inner voice would not stop shutting up.

He paused as he saved my stubbornly held hand from his hand. He turned over his shoulder and looked at me, with a raised eyebrow. He took a deep breath, putting his hand through his hair, and shook his head furiously...

"Where are we, dad? Why are we standing in front of this church?"

"Do not ask too many questions. You'll get your answers soon, Misha."

He grabbed my wrist again and tugged, and made his way to the church. A cold thought, like a coffin, imprisoned my body for life. it could not be so painful to taste death. Yes, I was afraid, and I knew I was going to be imprisoned in this desolate forest where I was.

We were in front of the church. I'm intrigued by the writings on the church. Sao Francisco Church.

I was in a place I'd never been before. He pushed the door with hard touches and we went in. The smells emanating from inside the church filled my lungs. This familiar smell seemed to consume my thoughts. Dozens of floral motifs decorated with Lushly, sculptures with fruit, animal and eros motifs, columns made of gold on gothic fine marble, typical motifs of baroque style with lace and decorations captured my gaze.

"Why are we here, Dad?"

"I said shut up, shut up!"

"Enough, what do you want from me? I do not know anything. I did not get that letter."

My tearful voice made me weak, and I had trouble standing. I wish it was all a nightmare. It was like a game that my enemy played with me. And who was my enemy?

After about ten minutes of silence

"Welcome, you're finally here." the owner of the voice was moving towards us in quick steps with a sarcastic smile. A man with a gray beard, a beard that hides the weakness of his face, and his eyes that look like two wild animals, defiantly compressed into his nest, seemed very strange to me.

"Welcome, Father Affan. "

"You brought the girl, Hannan."

His voice was sharp. I held my breath and watched my soul escape from me.

I did not know this mysterious man, but his name answered all the questions of my mind. Father Affan, this man named in the letter was just in front of me.

"Who are you ?" when I asked, he shrugged and shaking his head from one side to another. Suddenly he stood in front of me. I staggered back as I looked at him with big eyes, not realizing what had happened, but he kept me from falling by holding me tight at the waist.

"What do you want from me?"when I hiss, my voice is crushed, much thinner and weaker than the murmur of a cat.

"There is no coincidence. Each path is predetermined. Everything happens when it should. You're in the right place , at the right time... Misha"

Although I could not quite guess what he meant, I knew Father Affan was a dangerous person.

Father Affan brought his face closer to my face, and then turned and looked at my father.

As soon as my father, who watched everything unresponsively, approached me, I turned my head to the side and tried not to look at them.

My father, who held my mouth with his hand and forced me to look at himself, focused on my pupils with big eyes.

"Are you afraid of me, Misha?" in a muffled whisper, my father asked. I nodded, trying not to make eye contact with him as much as I could. Was I afraid of him? I did not know...

He winked sarcastically and I managed to relax a little as he slowly retreated away from me. I blinked and kept looking at them. My heart began to beat fast when Father Affan took a step towards me, and I took a step back and tried to get away from him.

"Beneath your innocent appearance, there is a devil, Misha."said with a cold voice.

"I do not know what kind of game you and my father are playing against me, but you will not achieve."

He kept his menacing gaze on my face.

Father Affan began to walk towards my father as he examined the inside of the church with hoarse eyes. He pointed and asked him to leave the church. I was surprised. This situation I was in was not normal. My father left the church. Father Affan looked straight at me. Then his black thick eyebrows frowned with his sharpest expression. I waited quietly for my father for a few minutes, but he did not come. Father Affan, who turned to the candlelight burning inside, extinguished the candle with a soft blow. As the smell of smoke from the candle engulfed the entire church, everything seemed to be submerged in eternal darkness.

"Follow me, Misha."

"What do you want from me? Let me, I want to go."

"Follow me,."he said, in a hard voice.

I walked up to him without saying anything. Suddenly I paused, was the church such a terrible place?

After his eyes wandered on my face for a few seconds, he turned in front of him. It was dark around us. A bed, made of iron, stood in front us. Candles burning around it...

As if his strange feelings were taking over my mind like an infectious disease.

"Almighty God, purify my heart and lips so that I may convey your Holy Bible worthy of you."

He turned over his shoulder and looked at me. His lower lip was shaking and his gaze was more terrifying than ever. He took the glass on the table in front of him and lifted it up at a sudden speed.

"Let the body and blood of Christ Jesus, united in this glass, be the source of eternal life for us." he said, and he took his right hand to his forehead, to his lip, and then to his heart.

"Sit down without step on the candles, Misha."

"I do not understand."he looked in my eyes when I asked.

"Misha, sit on the bed."

I looked at Father Affan without moving my head, only raising my eyes. For a few seconds, I just looked at the bed in front of me. I looked so empty and expressionless that I wanted to cry. Even though I was in the middle of something ridiculous, I still had no idea how I could act so normally. He looked straight at my face for a while.

I began to walk to the bed standing in front of me, with waddling steps. I sat on the bed without stepping on the burning candles. He took the glass at the table and held

it out .

"Drink this, Misha."he said in a sneaky hard voice.

"Let me go! You will not get anything. I did not do anything."

His eyes aimed at the inside of my eyes without moving a bit. He came at me, biting his lower lip. He got down on his knees at a sudden speed.

"You're just like your mother Eliz. Now tell me where that letter is.

"I do not know."

"What was written in that letter, Misha?

"Pe-pencil." I said in my trembling voice. I could feel her nails on my arm. He held the glass in his hand very tightly. He clenched his teeth. He was whispering something I could not hear. He looked at the glass in his hand. He raised his head slightly and looked at my face, and suddenly I felt his hand on my throat.

"Drink this, Misha."

When I took two sips from the glass in his hand, my body moved independently of my soul. This was not me. From the moment my lips touched that glass, I lay on the bed motionless with my eyes closed.

Father Affan recited prayers from the Bible in a low voice.

"Where are you now, Misha? tell me one by one what you saw there."

"I do not know. I'm in a very dark place. Where am I?"

"I sent you back, Misha. The sun will be your light, the Bible will your guide. Before the Gods, The Bible will guide you. Keep your eyes closed. As soon as you open it, you will disappear. I'll give you a task. Be careful with the traps and tell me where it is."

"I'm afraid so. Why did I come back? This is quite different."

"Look around, Misha. Tell me what you see around you."

"There are graves everywhere. There are black shadows around me. A road through the forest."

"Now listen carefully, Misha: in the graves you see, there will be Hosanna's grave on the edge of the cliff. Find it?

"There's a snake here. There's a black snake."

"Listen, Oh Hosanna! Listen, get this snake ,your protector, out of the way."

"I'm cold, it's so cold in here."

"Look around, has the snake, the protector of Misha Hosanna, disappeared?"

"Yes, father Affan."

"Get away from there. There's a cliff at the end of the road through the forest. Go there, Misha."

"I'm close to the cliff at the end of the road."

"HOLY, HOLY, the God of the holly universe. The heavens and the earth are full of your glory, Hosanna.Dig that grave and take the cursed pencil. Bring it to me without opening your eyes, Misha."

"I cannot. I'm so scared."

"You have to do. You must dig that grave, Misha."

"Ok, ok."

"Yes, God, finally... I've been waiting for this moment for twenty years."

"There's a black chest locked. There are inscriptions that I cannot understand, and a red cross surrounded by ropes."

"No, no, no. God damn it! I failed again. Do not open it, it's a trap."

"Why Father Affan?"

"Do not ask me reason, do not ask. Twenty years ago, we failed again. I need you, Misha, come back from this world, open your eyes."

"I'm sorry, it will not happen, Father Affan. We all belong to the universe we believe in, maybe I belong to this universe."

"No, No..."