Chapter 3
(A shower of rain is beloved but a storm is frowned upon. I was a shower of rain on a hot summer day but when they discovered what I truly was I became a storm that was frowned upon even by those closest to me.)
"You killed dad, remember?" My sister yelled following mom out of the room.
"Eve! Come back here! How could you say that to your own sister?!" My grandma yelled as my sister exited the room
I felt a feeling of suffocation that I had not felt in over six months. I felt my breath shorten. The words that my sister had uttered rang in my head repeatedly echoing annunciating every single word clearly. The memories of the past two years dad died came flooding back.
'She is a murderer.'
' She killed her own father.'
'How brazen of her to even show her face at her father's funeral.'
These words were said but not a single one of them hurt as much as the words that my mother uttered when she came to see me in the hospital after the accident.
"Why are you still alive?! You should have died in his place or at least died with him! You killed your own father! How dare you still be alive!"
My mother had said these words as she shook my half conscious body. My sister sat by her side holding her.
My vision got blurry. Not because of the tears that were now streaming down my cheeks but because of the stinging pain in my head. I tried to hold onto something as I struggled to find my way out of there.
"Come on sweetie, you know that she did no mean any of that. She is still in pain my love. Come back." My grandma's voice was drowned out by the voices in my own head.
At first I did not realize it but I did. Most of those voices that kept saying that I had killed my own father were my own. I was fully convinced that my mother was right. Had I not asked him to drive me out late in that ungodly snowy hour, he would have still been there by our side. Cracking jokes that we did not find funny but laughed at anyway.
I rushed out of my grandma's room and out into the hallway. Half blinded I tried my best and made it out of the hospital. I do not know how long I ran for. An hour maybe or it was probably three, I do not know by the time I fully returned to my senses I was very far away from the home care center. Hell I did not know where I was.
I looked up at the tall skyscrapers trying to make sense of where I was but I could not tell. I did not recognize the place. I had grown up in the middle of the city so it was quite puzzling that I did not know where I was. I walked the streets trying to get a sense of the place and perhaps ask a stranger or two where exactly I was.
I walked around trying to get the attention of those around me but no one seemed to pay any attention to me. I did not recognize the place. I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my overalls and turned it on. There was no signal.
It was plain Irony. How could there not be any signal in the middle of a damn city. I felt lost and confused all over again. This time though it was both emotionally and physically. I squatted in the middle of the busy city and started balling my eyes out. I seemed to have started gaining the attention of those around me.
From the corner of my tear blurred eyes, I could see them throwing glances in my direction. I immediately got up as soon as one of them got near me. I grabbed a hold of his expensive looking suit and looked him dead in the eye sending a threat with my glance that I would not let him go unless he helped me out. With my voice I was kinder.
"Excuse me sir, I seem to be lost, could you please tell me the direction to Raji's villa." I said politely looking up at him with the most pleading eyes that I could make in that time.
"I do not know who that is but you seem to be unaware of where you are please follow me, I Will help you out."
I followed the fancily dressed man through the streets, my hand still pulling at his suit. He led me swiftly through the paths that he seemed to know better than the palm of his hand. The paths wind as if they were the veins of the city itself. I tripped on more than occasion. He helped me get up every single time.
After walking for about half an hour we reached alleyway that seemed to have been abandoned for quite a while. I then knew that I was in danger. Scenarios of what he wanted to do to me came flashing through my mind as if I was picking a movie to watch.
He yanked me In front of him by grabbing my wrist.
"Whatever you think am about to do to you little human girl, you are wrong, I am about to do way worse."
At the time the word 'little human girl' did not seem like the part I wanted to focus on at the moment.
I clenched my fists ready to fight him. I knew how to pack a punch and honestly I had a black belt in Kung Fu. I knew I could win the fight easily so as scared as I was I gathered courage.
"I know you can fight little princess but I don't think that your human skills will work on him." A deep voice echoed in the alley way.