The Past (3) The Unseen
Roseline watched as her daughter walked out of the shop before scattering all the strands of her hair. "Arrgh...my little girl looks so evil now. What have I done?"
"Oh, you just realised that?"
Roseline heard a strange voice, she looked around trying to decipher where that strange voice might be coming from but she saw no one. No customer was waiting outside, the most confusing part was that she definitely heard the voice like the owner of the voice was very close.
"Who are you?" She stood up from the bench she sat down subconsciously when she initially heard the voice. Still looking at every corner she could not see anyone nor hear anyone's reply. She breathed hard to calm herself down. It must be nothing, she was just hallucinating. She tried to convince herself but the harder she tried, the more she felt that it was real.
"Show up your face you filthy one." Roseline almost screamed. Now she was not feeling the least at ease. She looked clearly from where she was previously sitting to where she had assumed to hear the voice but she noticed nothing.
"Mrs. Kenneth, Good morning, ma." She heard that very familiar voice and she looked at the entrance as a little girl who looked to be a bit older than Delilah walked in. She was in a uniform and she seemed to be in a hurry but she made every effort not to show it. "My mum instructed me to collect the clothes you promised her."
Roseline's terrified face immediately turned into that of pure concern and admiration, "Oh dear, tell your mother I am very sorry, I would send someone to bring it to her when I am done with it. It just needs little touches."
The little girl smiled a little before replying, "That's okay, then, I should get going right now." Roseline nodded in response but stopped when she saw the expression on the little girl's face, "Ma'am, this place smells like a rotten corpse, I am sorry if I am being rude."
"No, my dear. I had to put down some rat poisons for you know what, I guess-" before she could complete the little girl had gone. Disappointed, she squeezed her eyebrows, "how does she know what a corpse smells like?"
Fed up of looking everywhere for rats, she brought out the air freshener she had dropped before and sprayed it everywhere. "That is strange, how could there be no dead rats and-" she breathed in.
"Are you sure you would love to see my face?" She heard another question when she was about to settle down to begin her actual work.
There were many things she had to sew today to the extent that she wished there were actually two hundred and forty hours in a day. She also needed to buy new materials for sample designs.
Usually, her job had been easy but the random and unusual waves and things that happened in her workplace had made things unbearable for her. She became slow but as usual, she blamed it on her health, she was just recovering and had been stressing herself just too much. There should be no surprise that she felt weird those times but today, she knew she hadn't been hallucinating. It was real. The signs that someone had been watching her and her daughter was legit.
"I do not care about who you are, just get the hell out of this place. Don't even come near my daughter, okay?" She raised her voice, if anyone saw her they could be thinking she was pulling a feat or anything related. Her eyes became large and almost teary as she stood up and circled.
"No one mentioned your daughter." She heard the faceless person talk. "Isn't your conscience speaking that the little girl does not belong to you and does not deserve to be here?" the voice grew eerie silence before it completed, "with you?"
Hearing the voice uttering nonsense, the feeling of fear dissipated from her mind as a round of strong emotion forcibly possessed her. "What the hell are you saying? So where does she belong to? I am her mother and she deserves to be wherever I am, with someone that loves her."
"You do not love her."
"What?!"
"You do not love her, you are keeping her with you because she is someone precious and in the future will bring you luck. Do not lie to yourself, woman."
"Don't kid yourself you unseen beast. Let me tell you something you should tell whoever sent you here. She is my daughter, even though y'all separated her father from me, you would be unable to separate her from me."
"I see you have connected the strings, woman. You seem to know who you are referring to."
"Oh really? Or do you seem to be dazed that I do not freak care who you are? See, let me make it known to you and others, no child from my womb will turn his back against me, so dream well. Dream well and do not deceive yourself about turning it into a reality."
She wanted to say more, she was finding it hard to resist but she knew that if this continued she would utter what she wasn't supposed to. What if this was the reason they sent the unseen here?
"Very soon. Very soon, she shall be exposed and the world itself would push her to where she truly belongs to." The voice paused. "To her rightful place."
"That will never happen."
"Or I might make it interesting. The person to push her to where she belonged will be disguised as a human. I am very sure you won't know every single detail about your daughter's life when she grows to become a woman. Till then, keep her unexposed if you like."
Her dazzled mind did not let her understand what the voice meant. Did it mean that there would be someone who will be disguised to lure her daughter to her early grave? Someone like a man her little Lilah might fall in love with when she grows up?
No!
Could she tell her daughter not to do so? Not to fall in love?
No!
Saying that is indirectly turning her daughter's back to hers. Roseline knew it was the same reason why her mother warned her not to marry Delilah's father but she did because she was blinded by love and in the process turned her back against her mother. See what she had put herself into now? Wasn't it going to be the same thing that her daughter would do to her? "God forbid!"