20/05/2022
In Between the Light
As I walk by from the scene of the incident, people stare, point and whisper. It doesn't matter to me. I'm suddenly overcome by the fear of being attacked for this. I could be kidnapped or worse. Even though I'm not a mother, I feel my mother's ache. Maybe giving us a sheltered life is the only way she can imagine keeping us protected. I understood now that she couldn't lose us. She'd break. I don't have mine yet but I know too how I'd feel if I lost any of my siblings to trauma or death. I hid from all motorcycles, just in case they've cooked up a revenge plan. My heart doesn't even stay with me, it goes out to the school boy involved. What was his mother feeling? What was he feeling? If I were the one, my mental stability would be swaying on a scale, trying to find balance. It occurred to me that as fragile as life was, so was the mental, emotional, physical stability of a person. The wind swooshed through my ears making me shiver. I was already numb from fear. I took slow meaningful strides but my mind was elsewhere. Now I understood why the characters in the books were scared after being kidnapped. It wasn't blissful from the start. I didn't think mine would end blissful either. Numb from the cold wind, paranoia and fear, I let out a shiver, rubbing my hands together to produce heat. Almost at my final destination; home, I let the cold make me number and the black dots fill my peripheral...till I can't hear a sound nor see anything but black.
