The Fatal Pursuit

With letters one can pass a message so deep, with no restrictions.

Letters bear all emotions and one must agree to this.

Letters do cry!

He kept the letter in his pocket and went outside.

I headed to the kitchen to see what I can eat.

The kitchen was looking so feminine, her touch was on everything.

I could see the love carves on the fridge, table and all other parts.

She had a beautiful way of decorating things. No wonder he doesn't come here.

It feels as though she is here, the windows were so dusty and the plates looking untouched.

Everything felt like her, I really wished I knew her.

I know Mom could do such, she is my angel.

Her heart was so pure and I love her so much.

I just can't wait to see her, wherever she is.

And then hear that daddy is fine and we all escape to a far away country.

Start life again with no memories of all this.

I really wished for all this.

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I was still with her wondering where I would start from finding answers.

The place I knew would have it was her room.

But I can't open it. I have tried and failed many times.

I was slowly forgetting how it looked like.

"Mom, let me go get new clothes for you to change into." I think that should work.

"Why?" She gave a knife cutting reply.

"So you can change your dress, won't want you wearing the same clothes." I hope she falls for it.

"Don't worry, I would call my friend, she would get them for me." I already knew who she meant.

The only lady that knew about my suffering and would still drink a cup of coffee in our sitting room.

The only lady that gave me the creeps from the very first time I saw her.

After all this years, I still don't trust her.

Yet, mom seems to believe she is her only friend.

HER ONLY FRIEND.

The one and only 'Nurse Nancy'.

*******

".... where did she go to?" Nurse Nancy kept questioning Madame Comfort.

She had taken her to a corner to question her

"I saw you both talking or you thought I won't notice her persistent moves" She held her so tightly not caring whether she was old.

"I don't know, I just helped her reach out to someone." madame comfort trembled in fear.

"Who? Because if you don't say anything I would report you for consipracy to kidnapping" her face was so stirn.

"I don't know, but this is the number" she stretched out her phone to her showing recent calls.

"Better!" she copied the number and left

"Next time don't get yourself involved in what doesn't concern you!" She spoke while looking at Madame comfort from the side.

"Next time I can't promise you what I would do" she turned away from her

She walked out from where she was to make a phone call;" hello boss, I have got it, certainly" she readjusted herself and acted like nothing happened.

******

"... promise me you would take care of my daughter" Mr Collins held onto his friend's shirt.

"But, why are you sounding this way?" Mr isaac spoke looking so worried.

Mr Collins paced around his friend's office, "you don't understand, i have a bad feeling something is about to happen!" he came closer to the office table to indicate his seriousness.

"My friend, your daughter doesn't know me." Mr Isaac stood up trying to calm him down.

"I know, and am sorry about it but please now more than ever, help me!"

He still kept panicking; "please!!"

"My friend, nothing is going to happen to you, you are just overreacting." Mr Isaac who just started his medical profession kept insisting.

"Please go home and rest, nothing is happening" he continued.

"Alright but here is her picture" Mr Collins brought Daisy's picture from his wallet. "Promise me, you would always take care of her" he added.

"I promise!" Mr isaac tried to hide his worry.

"Thank you my friend, I knew I could count on you." he gave a smile of relief.

Mr Collins left that day and never came back.

****

"After so many years!" Doctor Isaac sat back on his chair, wondering.

He was so sad, "I am sorry my friend, but you gave birth to a beautiful child" he laid back on his seat trying to forget everything.

He held her picture in his hand and tears rolled down his cheek.

"I have failed my friend a second time" he looked up trying to see whether he could communicate with his dead friend.

"How I wish I wasn't so afraid, how I wish I fulfilled my promise to you!" he kept pouring out all to thin air.

"I was a bad friend, please forgive me!" He became quiet as tears flowed down his chick.

******

We panted with so much energy, gasping for air, no one saw this coming.

"Daisy run!" I ran in so much fear

Gun shots were everywhere, I could barely breathe.

We ran and ran but they were catching up.

"Daisy be safe, run so they won't get to you!" he kept on screaming from the back.

I put in so much energy with each stroke.

"Go!!!!!!" He stopped.

I looked from my side.

"Noo!!" I wanted to go back but they were close.

"Don't stop running!" He screamed with all his voice.

"Noo!!" I wanted to turn back but his scream was getting faded.

Then it happened; I heard the last gun shot.

My feet grew numb, I lost my strength but couldn't turn back.

What just happened?

Is he dead?

I raced in tears, why did I bring him into my mess?

What have I done?

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