Escaping Emotions

Meanwhile:

"It has been long Abigail came to meet the master". The man who held the wooden staff spoke angrily.

"Master , she can't do anything funny. She has a vow to fulfill". The old lady who bent before the master, spoke back.

"Cut off this man's hand, we are done taking out all the blood we need" Thier master smashed his fist against the table full of blood stains.

"Buduka!" He summoned for his personal servant.

"Yes my Lord!" The servant (Buduka) came in so much haste.

"Pass our message to Abigail, if she resists, it would be her daughter's hand we fist on next" Their master spoke in a very harsh tone.

"Yes my Lord!" Buduka bent in reverence and left immediately.

The master, walked to a large hall where he smiled as he saw lots of people tied in chains to different pillars.

Some were beaten so hard that their faces had been disfigured.

Yet it made him so happy, "I am a very nice man. The only problem is I keep to my promise and if I promise you pain, you would get PAIN!"

How do you expect me not to feel strange?

For the past six years I have not known any strange feeling of care.

It was as though all other emotions were stripped from me.

No joy, happiness and most especially love.

But can't deny, sometimes I wish for it.

Like that feeling lovers have when they see each other.

The warmth felt when holding hands.

Staying under the dark blue sky and planning about their future.

You can't blame me, mom and dad always made me wish for something like that.

Yet, I seemed to have always been eluded by it.

Now, this tiny heartbeat like a rumbling in my stomach.

Ouch! Who shot me?

"I will go file a missing report for my mom" I wanted to do it for so long but fear had kept me from doing so.

I had seen it in movies where the villian works with the cops.

So I wasn't sure who to trust.

"Alright no problem, we would do that tomorrow" Mr Frank tried to calm me down.

I'm sure he could tell a lot was going through my mind through the expression on my face.

Or am I going insane?

"Let's go downstairs! I have something to show you". He stood up and stretched his hands to pull me up.

This gave me comfort, as someone telling me it would be alright.

"No!" Mum screamed from her hospital bed, it was as tough she had seen a ghost.

I ran in to find out what was wrong.

"Mum are you ok?" She was still pale and it felt like as though she was dying but awake.

"Why am I here? What happened?" Her hands trembling as though something was crawling through it.

"Mom, it is ok you are in the hospital" I tried calming her down, but who would do same for me? As I soon began to panic.

"No! You don't understand. The Ritual!!" She kept on shaking, like as though she was afraid.

"Mom, be calm. You said you would fix it!" I spoke as though the ritual was just a simple thing when it actually involved her piercing through me.

She wanted to pull off the hospital instruments on her, when he came in.

He had this dark energy I could not explain.

He was a doctor but looked evil.

"Good morning my name is doctor Micheal and I am in charge now." He gave a long gaze at my mom.

Suddenly, my mom became mute like she knew him.

It felt as though an angel walked in, but with the scent of a demon.

"Just take your medication and get enough rest. That should do it." He patted my mom and she jerked in fear.

What is happening!

This felt so akward.

"Sorry, I don't know you" I had to confront my fears.

"You have nothing to fear my dear" I was the one sent to your mom to help her welfare.

He checked her drip and vital readings, then left the room while smiling at my mom.

She became mute, I have never seen this woman so afraid.

How can she be so afraid of a doctor?

He was just a Doctor.

Or was he?

I went out to see him leave, but he was not there .

It was as though he vanished. Did we just see a ghost.

I went back to see my mom and she was no longer pale.

Am I seeing double?

What just happened?

"Mom!, You are no longer pale" I couldn't hold back my shock.

Wasn't it some minutes ago that the doctor said he couldn't explain my mom's paleness.

How come now, she is back to her normal self.

I think now I have to ask the same question Ash asked me.

"Who is this woman, is she really my mother?"

I gave a huge sigh.

"Wow, that doctor must really be good!" She tried to hide her fear, I wasn't blind tough.

"Call the doctor, Tell them to discharge me!"

"Which?" I was confused already on who to call.

"Anyone!" She screamed at me like she did before.

Where did the new nice Mrs Abigail go?

She has alot of things I still don't have an answer to.

For one thing, how does she change from that sweet woman to a heartless monster?

"Mom, you can just leave. I know you don't care, but some people left all they were doing for you." I had to speak back.

"What do I care?" She screamed back as though we were in our house.

"I never wanted you to help me. How dare you to talk back?" She ranted with so much rage.

"I promised you If I had to dry you up to get the blood I would" she kept talking in so rage.

I couldn't take it anymore, "how dare you!, I sacrificed everything because of you. I tried to run but you didn't let me escape!" Let's get vocal.

"You treat me like trash one moment, and the next moment you are all loving. thought after all this years you would change. But No!"

I had alot to say but didn't know where to end.

I could see in her eyes how much she wished she wasn't here. I'm sure her next move would have been to smack me.

"How dare you!!" She tried to stand but the hospital equipments were still on her.

"Infact!, I can't take this anymore, if you die here I care no more!"

"You have ruined my life all because I wanted to keep this family together"

I lost everyone who ever cared for me, right in front of me, people died. All because I chose family.

Tears went off freely and still she showed no feeling of remorse.

I walked out of the room, "Take care of yourself mom, I did love you!"

I couldn't hold back the tears but this time if anyone tries to stop me. I could kill that person.

I left and didn't turn back, but this time, I didn't run away.

I left.