A Reason Needed Always To Live

Vanessa felt a wave of panic wash over her as she rushed towards Elysia's room, her heart pounding in her chest.

She found Heidi kneeling beside their mother's unconscious body, tears streaming down her face as she clutched Elysia's hand tightly.

As Vanessa approached, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over her.

The sight of her mother lying so still, her chest barely rising and falling, filled her with an overwhelming sense of fear.

She knelt down beside Heidi, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch Elysia's cold, clammy skin. But as her fingers brushed against her mother's hand, Vanessa's worst fears were realized.

Elysia lay there motionless, her eyes closed as if in a deep slumber, but there was no denying the truth. Elysia was gone.

A strangled cry escaped Vanessa's lips as she recoiled in shock, her mind unable to comprehend the enormity of what had just happened.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at her mother's lifeless form, a sense of disbelief washing over her.

In that moment, all the pain, all the guilt, all the regret came crashing down on Vanessa like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf her entirely.

She had lost her mother, the one person who had always been there for her, and now she was gone.

As Heidi's sobs filled the room, Vanessa could only sit there in stunned silence, the weight of her grief pressing down on her like a heavy burden.

The reality of their loss was too much to bear, and Vanessa could only pray that somehow, someway, they would find the strength to carry on.

Vanessa's world crumbled around her as she lay on the floor, her heart heavy with grief and loss.

The realization that her mother was gone, that she would never see her again, was almost too much to bear.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she mourned the woman who had been her rock, her guiding light in a world full of darkness.

With Elysia's passing, Vanessa felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness, as if a piece of her soul had been torn away.

Heidi called out to the neighbors for help, Vanessa couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness mingling with her grief.

Would they ever understand the depth of her loss, the pain she was feeling? Or would they simply offer empty platitudes and move on with their lives, leaving Vanessa to pick up the pieces alone?

As Vanessa gazed upon her mother's pale, worn face for the last time, a wave of sorrow washed over her.

Elysia's features bore the weight of her suffering, etched with lines of pain and exhaustion.

It pained Vanessa to see her mother in such a state, robbed of the vitality and warmth that had once defined her.

But amidst her grief, Vanessa couldn't shake the bitterness that hung in the air like a heavy fog.

Everywhere she turned, she was met with judgment and disdain, as if her very existence was a stain on the fabric of society.

The stigma of her profession followed her like a shadow, casting a pall over even the most somber of occasions.

Vanessa couldn't help but wonder why good people like her mother had to suffer while those who did wrong seemed to thrive.

Why did society heap scorn upon her for simply trying to survive, to provide for her family in the only way she knew how?

As she bid her final farewell to Elysia, Vanessa couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt gnawing at her conscience.

Had her mother heard the accusations hurled at her in her final moments? Did she know the truth about Vanessa's life, and if so, how did it affect her?

These questions haunted Vanessa as she grappled with the weight of her mother's passing, each one a reminder of the complexities and injustices of life.

As Vanessa locked herself inside her room, a sense of despair enveloped her like a suffocating blanket.

Death seemed like a welcome escape from the harsh realities of life, a respite from the judgment and scorn that weighed heavily upon her.

Lost in her thoughts, Vanessa pondered the meaning of existence, questioning the purpose behind humanity's existence if compassion and empathy were but distant memories.

The world seemed devoid of humanity, a barren landscape where kindness and understanding were scarce commodities.

As she stared out at the noon sky, memories of a simpler time flooded her mind.

Vanessa reminisced about the dreams and aspirations she once held dear, the innocence of her youth untainted by the harshness of reality.

She longed for the days when the world was filled with wonder and possibility, when even the smallest joys brought her immense happiness.

Amidst her despair, Vanessa found solace in the memories of Amsterdam, a city that had captured her heart with its beauty and charm.

She yearned to immerse herself in its bustling streets once more, to breathe in the crisp air and marvel at the wonders of nature.

Vanessa's thoughts continued to spiral as she sat in her room, leaning against the headboard, feeling the weight of her sorrows.

Her previous life felt like a distant memory, as if it had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.

She questioned whether she had ever truly lived or if she had merely been wandering through a series of dreams that had now turned into nightmares.

Hours passed as she remained in her room, lost in her thoughts. The outside world seemed irrelevant until a sudden sound broke through her reverie.

Vanessa quickly opened the door and stepped outside, her eyes scanning the surroundings for the source of the noise.

Her gaze fell upon Heidi, and for a moment, everything seemed normal.

But then Vanessa noticed a man standing close to Heidi, their hands intertwined. The sight of them together struck Vanessa with a pang of confusion and unease.

From a distance, Vanessa mustered the strength to speak, her voice weak but raised enough to be heard.

— "Heidi, who is this?"

She asked, her tone filled with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. Vanessa's voice trembled as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing.

— "Heidi, what is going on? You and he?"

Heidi's response was immediate and venomous, cutting through Vanessa's words like a knife.

— "I am going. I don't want to see your face nor have any desire to live with a prostitute. He is my lover. We are going to get married. Need any further explanation?"

Vanessa's mouth clamped shut, her instincts telling her to protect herself from the onslaught of her sister's anger. But Heidi wasn't finished.

— "Stay there or go wherever you want. And remember, we don't have any relationship anymore. Neither you nor I know each other."

Vanessa stood there, rooted to the spot, as if the ground beneath her had crumbled away.

Her heart ached with a pain so profound it felt as though it might consume her entirely.

Heidi held the man's hand tightly, and they started walking away. Vanessa's life had fallen apart. Everything was being snatched from her.

As they walked away, Vanessa continued to look at them, her heart breaking with each step they took. At the end, she just spoke out, her voice barely a whisper but filled with resolve:

— "I will forget everything!"

Heidi looked back just once, a bitter smile on her lips, as Vanessa forced a smile through her teary eyes. Then, everything shut off.

Vanessa fell to the floor, her tears flowing freely as she started crying her heart out, the weight of her shattered world pressing down on her.

There wasn't anyone who could give her a shoulder to cry on. She was alone, truly alone.

The only company she had were the walls that had witnessed so much pain—walls that had heard Elysia's silent screams as her husband choked her spirit, not physically but mentally.

Her sister, who had once loved her deeply, was now a stranger. Everything remained the same as usual, except for the people who used to be her loved ones.

Vanessa realized that, in the end, we are all alone; not even our loved ones stay beside us forever. There was nothing she could say to make it better.

She understood that day that no matter how much we want to stop time or speed it up, it won't happen. Time moves at its own pace, and life must go on with it.

She wanted to die really badly. Vanessa never imagined she would think of ending her life like this. But was there any place left for her?

Any reason to keep going? Why should she continue living in a world that had taken everything from her?