CHAPTER EIGHTEEN : Abondon

The hours felt like ages had passed and everyone was a prisoner in their own time loop, were they waiting for someone to save them, or to hold tight while they tried to work hard on not falling apart?

The only people they trusted were caged too, they all wanted to wake up from this frightening nightmare, being whisked away from each other just like sakura flowers falling on the ground and carried away by the wind, at least they chose a good time to bloom. Will they find a way back to their track now that everything felt lost and every try to get it back felt pointless?

-Eren

The school day was boring for him without his friends around, Alina could no longer come since it was too dangerous for her and Lydia seemed to be caught up in what she called family bullshit.

"At least you have one"

"Don't act like it's the best thing someone could have" Said Lydia, with a mocking tone.

"At least you have one"

"You're just saying it over again, anyways I gotta go my dad is calling me"

"Okay, take care"

"And do me a favor, call me tomorrow and check if I'm still alive"

"You got it!" Eren muttered from under the kitchen table in his house trying to find his missing math book.

She wanted to end everything in her life and leave for somewhere where no one knows her and even If they judge her they won't hurt her, she wanted to kill she wanted to torture she wanted to let all the vicious thoughts that have been tormenting her for years out to reality, she didn't need anything to hold onto anymore, all she was waiting for was the time when she could do to them what they did to her. It was nearly impossible to avoid all the mesmerizing crimes, maybe she needed someone to hold onto, maybe she had someone in mind that she wanted to own.

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Alina woke up late that day, she was possibly enjoying her days without any classes or school or bullies, freedom. It didn't feel anything like freedom, she was still trapped in the past, the past never forgets.

Alina was being held in the house with police officers outside now after Patrick had found out about her sneaking out the other night. She was still cracking her head over the puzzle her sister left her but with no success at deciphering it.

Selena was feeling more than overwhelmed with what has been happening in her life more than anyone, it's not her to blame though.

Her first time being a mother turned to be the worst decision of her life, she was scared she would fail in protecting her child and that she would lose her for the trauma she has been experiencing since her birth, it was horrible how she was rethinking all the scenarios of how the killer could torture the small Alina and it sent a shiver up her spine every time, she couldn't help it.

As a therapist, she should be able to see the world in her patient's eyes so she could understand their pain and get a closer look, but all she could see was a colorless future in the eyes of the woman sitting facing her in a wooden armchair.

The dullness inside them made every last bit of consciousness boil in Selena's mind; they were the eyes of Alina when she was four, all she saw was a picture but it was enough to bubble up a sea of hurtful words in her own ocean of guilt.

She knew exactly who she was, and all she was doing was a favor to someone in desperate need of it. It wasn't charity work, she needed him to owe her afterward.

With all of what has been happening in her small world of a therapist and a wife, in a matter of seconds, like a train passing through the darkest tunnel under the mountain of regrets leaving the rails of Selena's life vibrating as of an earthquake is about to happen.

Little did she know that the worst was just about to occur.

"I don't think I need your help"

"Why is that?"

"I lived my whole life without trouble and gave birth to a perfectly fine child. Do you think I stepped into a therapist's office to do that?"

Selena felt the need to burst with laughter in her face, but those eyes were still tormenting her to the bone. Instead, she said:

"What makes you think your child is perfectly fine?"

A smirk on the lady's face took place, then her mouth widened and she uttered closing her teeth tightly.

"Are we gonna question each other's maternity skills? Because in that case, you drowned sister"

"Don't call me that"

"I can call you whatever I want, cause an abandoner like you had it coming"

Selena kept a calm tone and a feeble smile on her face, she felt her soul shrinking while the lady kept talking.

"If you didn't leave everything behind looking for the perfect life, none of it would have happened. Face it! It's your fault after all. And tell me, how perfect is your life now? Raising a killer child?"

"She is not a killer child," Said Selena smashing her fist against the coffee table in front of her.

"You might have to see a therapist Hun, I think you have anger issues."

And before Selena could answer that, the lady stormed out of the room. Even after she was gone, the shivering in the room and the depressing aura didn't leave.

Her head turned blank and all that was spinning inside was the lady's last words; "anger issues".

Time was running, she packed her things and left her office forgetting what misery she was living.

She wanted to abandon everything, just like she did before.