The Screaming Hope
You think of a solution.
I wake up.
My vision is still red. Fiery orange.
And I’m not dead.
Not like my mother.
That’s when it hit me.
I absolutely did NOTHING to save my mother.
I stood here, watching it happen, letting this event exist and scar me in consequence.
Stop thinking about you for a second!
I’m just a selfish, cowardly bastard.
What have I done?
It’s almost like… she’s dead because of me.
It’s almost like… I killed her!
I did kill her. Because I was too busy thinking about me and what could happen to me.
I’m not dead.
But I don’t deserve to live either.
I’m alone in this fateful room, still hidden in my cupboard.
What am I gonna do?
That’s when it hit me a second time.
I’m alone. Completely, completely alone. I have nobody, and nothing left to me.
And I’ve lost the person I love(d) the most. Because of who?
Yes, the selfish, coward and bastard, Ricken Pierce.
Who should have been dead instead of her mother.
I think…
I think I must take the opportunity to still be alive to revenge my mother, the perfect, lovely and dead, Suzy Pierce.
My legs are carrying me as far as possible from the fateful room; my eyes are searching for Naomi, the nice maid and colleague of my mother. I need to warn her, and to ask her… help. Maybe she will keep me, since I’m really alone…
What will the assistants do if they find me?
I see Naomi, cleaning under the big sofa of one of the living-rooms.
I rush into her, unable to stop myself; I figure out I can’t say a thing to her if I don’t hug her and don’t let myself cry and sob until my eyes are raw. Which I do.
She’s shocked at first, but she soon let me being the wreck I am in her arms.
- What happened, sweetie? She asks, soothing me with her calming voice.
- T-they… t-they b-burned… killed m-my m-mother – a ball of snot goes up in my throat and make me snort – because s-she acid-dentally s-saw confid-dential p-papers saying t-they were g-gonna kill t-twenty m-millions of p-people t-to let an-nother p-people with a d-different r-religion live at t-their p-place…
Naomi was now looking at me with her eyes widened at their maximum.
- They burned your mother? There… – she takes a deep breath – there will be a war? She was now looking at me with pure incredulous fear.
I nodded, letting the tears invade me, again.
Naomi hugged me tighter, letting the tears invade her too.
My vision is still red. Fiery orange.
And I’m not dead.
Not like my mother.
That’s when it hit me.
I absolutely did NOTHING to save my mother.
I stood here, watching it happen, letting this event exist and scar me in consequence.
Stop thinking about you for a second!
I’m just a selfish, cowardly bastard.
What have I done?
It’s almost like… she’s dead because of me.
It’s almost like… I killed her!
I did kill her. Because I was too busy thinking about me and what could happen to me.
I’m not dead.
But I don’t deserve to live either.
I’m alone in this fateful room, still hidden in my cupboard.
What am I gonna do?
That’s when it hit me a second time.
I’m alone. Completely, completely alone. I have nobody, and nothing left to me.
And I’ve lost the person I love(d) the most. Because of who?
Yes, the selfish, coward and bastard, Ricken Pierce.
Who should have been dead instead of her mother.
I think…
I think I must take the opportunity to still be alive to revenge my mother, the perfect, lovely and dead, Suzy Pierce.
My legs are carrying me as far as possible from the fateful room; my eyes are searching for Naomi, the nice maid and colleague of my mother. I need to warn her, and to ask her… help. Maybe she will keep me, since I’m really alone…
What will the assistants do if they find me?
I see Naomi, cleaning under the big sofa of one of the living-rooms.
I rush into her, unable to stop myself; I figure out I can’t say a thing to her if I don’t hug her and don’t let myself cry and sob until my eyes are raw. Which I do.
She’s shocked at first, but she soon let me being the wreck I am in her arms.
- What happened, sweetie? She asks, soothing me with her calming voice.
- T-they… t-they b-burned… killed m-my m-mother – a ball of snot goes up in my throat and make me snort – because s-she acid-dentally s-saw confid-dential p-papers saying t-they were g-gonna kill t-twenty m-millions of p-people t-to let an-nother p-people with a d-different r-religion live at t-their p-place…
Naomi was now looking at me with her eyes widened at their maximum.
- They burned your mother? There… – she takes a deep breath – there will be a war? She was now looking at me with pure incredulous fear.
I nodded, letting the tears invade me, again.
Naomi hugged me tighter, letting the tears invade her too.
Notes
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