“SHE DWELLS IN PAIN”

Something keeps happening to me. It seems very supernatural and very hypnotic. Could it be love rather is being digested by the feelings of it? Since we left the house I hadn't seen Kitty neither the cat. My mind tells me something was wrong. I couldn't live with it. If anything happens to Kitty I would be dammed for the rest of my life.

We are all alone in the house and my brother is asleep so this time I had to make a move to Kitty's house without an opportunity. I had a sound, sound of pain and agony from a young soul, I knew it was Kitty. I walked slowly and slowly, hiding beneath my shadow and moving like a spaceman on the moon. The sound became louder and louder as I reached the house. I was right Kitty was crying inside, she was in pain.

For the sake of one person I would offer my life to, I rushed to the door and hit the bell. Very furious grandma Magdalene opened the door. "Is everything okay grandma?" I asked. She stood tall, with a nose so gigantic, hair so rough on a very big head. I was shocked for sometimes not believing that she was the same old woman I had met weeks ago when I brought Kitty. I was drunk and I wasn't here for her. I need not remember her face. "Sorry mam, my name is" "Patrick" she even knew my name. "I am" "your new neighbor". She knows every bit of what I was going to say. Could this be Grandma Magdalene? Well, she might be but I was not so sure. The night I came had been a night of unimaginable adventure with less attention to details. The old woman couldn't let me in. "Grandma Magdalene is everything okay?" She laughed as I called out her name. "I am right here in front of you," she said to me. She might have a mask on, that night.

That's grandma Magdalene, I remember the masculine voice as she spoke to my parents that evening.

"I was passing by and I heard the sound of a cry, so was assuming you guys are not okay, since you are here, then I will have to live. I said to her. Lastly, I asked, "Where is kitty?" "What do you want?" with her voice so heavy, her words threaten my guts and make a sensation of great fair to my mind. My bodily hair rose to a point that it can cut an object. I became nervous and began to shiver. Cold captured my body and in another minute I became sweaty throwing pea under my pants.

Through the window, I saw a sign telling me to leave. That was Kitty, she has been there the moment grandma opens the door. I never knew she was trying to talk to me. I became more afraid that the person I came to rescue is set in great danger that she has decided to compromise herself.

Ran back to the house to try to talk with my brother. Samuel is a fat fellow who seeks comfort in being alone and falling asleep. The only person Samuel enjoys company with is his friend "Melisa". Melisa is Samuel's childhood friend. Both parents have acknowledged their friendship. Melisa is super friendly so I prefer her to my brother. "Oh Patrick, where have you been?" she looked at me and at that moment she knew something was not right. She tried convincing me to talk but no way have I felt too small to express my feelings; I also thought Melisa could help me talk to her.

It was Samuel's birthday weekend and our parents were set to celebrate it. We have invited few friends from the old neighborhood and school. It's not going to be a big one, it's for close relatives.

That was why Melisa had come to spend the weekend at our house and we all feel very comfortable with her. she is used to telling me stories about the dragon that never flies and it was my favorite of her stories. Her look on her face tells me she was trying to get into me but praise God Samuel needed to show her something so I was relieved of whether to tell her or not.

Things got really serious with me and I became so afraid that something bad might happen with Kitty. In my room, I imagined the cry of a voiceless soul and how painful it could be for Kitty. She harbors pain with no way of unleashing her mind, all she could do is to seize her breath to make way for sound but tears do most of it. It is hard to feel like crying with a voice that you don't have and very painful when tears are the only way to tell what you feel inside. Words are important in expressing pain, grief, anger, and agony. She feels depressed and oppressed in her voice as she tried to render it in a normal form but nothing seems working for her, she might think. In me lived her soul and I will use my voice to render and unleashed her pain make her voiceless became heard even across the sea where only waters splash. I was so ready to build my strength in my body that could efficiently tell the world what she was going through.

My mum returned that evening with the car filled with foodstuff, they are getting ready for the birthday celebration. It was a Saturday and the birthday was the next day. I have not decided on what to give to my brother. Well, our dad always bought us gifts to present to each whenever there is a birthday. He might forget this year and he had not still returned from town. My mum had invited both Kitty and her grandmother to the party. Maybe I could have a chance to talk with her but again how is that going to happen when she can't talk.

All the family gathered that evening and my dad on the dinner table told stories and made me for a little while forget about Kitty but it all started again when its bedtime.