I have no idea where I am. I have no idea how I ended up here but it’s all so bright here making go blind. I can no longer hear my baby’s cry. I could no longer feel the warmth of mom’s hand which I felt for the first ti. Why? Aren’t I dead? Then why can I still talk and feel my body?
Many things are going on in my head but there is a solution.
It has been years since I got to be full of happiness but just a day made snatch a lot of things. I thought it was all ok but all of a sudden things started breaking instantly.
Why was he not there with despite knowing I was alone?
Why didn’t he answer my phone?
Why didn’t he run to even though I was giving birth to his child?
Why?
Am I that high maintenance to him?
Or he doesn’t love anymore?
I cried sitting there on a corner of the floor when a hand appear in front of making look up.
"Little girl, you lost?" Soone spoke even though I couldn’t see their face.
"Little girl? I’m not little though", I answered.
"But you have a small appearance in front of ," they said, making look at my fingers which are so tiny just like my newborn child.
"How? How did I shrink so much?"
"How am I here? Where Is my adult body?"
I kept questioning but they cald down.
"Calm down girl, whoever cos to this place always has their most loved appearance so maybe you wanted to be a child once again to get loved by?" he said, which made think about my childhood. It was not my teenager but it was the ti when I used to only play.
"Ayla"
"What are you looking at ?"
"Co here!!"
"Dad is calling!!"
I heard Jace’s voice all of sudden.
I turned back and I saw the little Jace I used to play with.
"Ayla"
"What are you glancing at?"
"Can’t you recognise ?"
"I’m your brother", he said, shaking my entire body.
"And who are these people? Didn’t I say not to talk with strangers?"
"Co with dad is calling to give sothing", he said and pulled by my hand while I was still clueless about what was happening with . I again turned and looked at those people who were still shining so brightly but this ti I saw a smile on their faces but still I understood shit.
"Ayla, don’t look at them."
"They are bad people."
"If you keep listening to them they will take you away then there will be no chocolates, no gas, there won’t be to play with and there won’t be the dad who always defeats in-ga," he said, making think again.
"You want to go?" He stopped for a while.
"Where?" I finally asked.
"With them?" he asked.
"Mm, I don’t know," I said.
"Then co ho or all of your chocolate is going to lt," he said and ran holding my hand. He kept looking back nurous tis in case those people were going to chase us and take away but still he didn’t stop but waited in front of the ho where dad was waiting for .
"Baby?"
"Where were you?" He ran to and carried instantly.
"I thought soone kidnapped you." he kissed my forehead.
"Ha ha don’t joke dad. Who will take this little brat? Those who will think of taking her away from her will bear her nonstop cry which never stops." he teased .
But I’m still so freaking confused.
Am I really in my childhood?
Is this really what happened to till now was a dream?
No, it can’t be. It was so vivid it made it sound like a dream.
Those touches, those pain, those experiences are so freaking real for that it seems like a dream.
"Baby, what are you thinking? Don’t you want to be with this old man any more?" He sounded sad so I held his cheek with my little palm when mom called.
"We are not having a party so stop making noise outside and co inside to have lunch," she said. This ti she glanced at with a smile and made feel so freaking good. This good feeling can’t be an illusion, right? Huh!
"Why do you keep looking at us for hours?"
"Did you lose your mory or what?"
Jace teased again.
"Don’t tease her or she will cry", dad said but he is laughing as well.
I get frustrated and got down from his lap and ran inside the house. But it was our old house. So did I really see my entire life as a dream? All of them were imaginary? Aaron was not real? Chloe and Jas were not real? Kylie and Jennifer were not real?
What about my Ayla?
Is she not real as well?
My head kept on blasting but again I heard soone calling my na. I can hear the crying noises but then dad, Jace, and mom ran to telling , "Don’t listen to those noises."
"We are here right?"
"Ignore them!!!"
"Yeah, co to us. We are your family." they kept on repeating but...
"You won’t leave us here right?"
"You won’t follow them right?"
I realised nothing is real here.
Everything is building inside my head just like those people saying I took this appearance because that is what I like.
Yeah, I have to get out of here.
Ayla, run!!!
They kept on calling but I didn’t stop but followed a light and ended up seeing the sa ceiling which I saw when I was going through the labour pain.
"Ayla"
"Ayla"
"You co back?"
"Thank God you are alive."
"Thank God ."
Jace kept on holding right as if he could have killed people if I would die right now. Even the doctors were so relaxed seeing alive.
In a few minutes, they shifted to a normal room and placed my little baby beside . They are all I could imagine.
"When we heard you are dead the child started crying so they have to keep him in the ventilation room as he stopped breathing too," Jace explained while I held his little arm.
"Such a mischievous child."
"Leave !!"
"Let go inside to see my wife."
"Let see my child."
"What’s going on?" I asked, hearing the commotion.
"Nothing, you just ignore," he said but I’m getting more interested in this.
"Brother tell !!" I forced him.
"Aaron is the one making those noises," he said, making realise yeah he didn’t even co for when I was dying.
"Let him inside," I said while he entered the room with all the panic expressions which can make everyone go soft seeing him.
"Ayla"
"Ayla"
"You ok?" he was showing his concern but is he really concerned about ?
I doubt it.
As I didn’t answer him he asked the sa thing so many tis but I’m not sure how to speak. I don’t feel anger toward him, not sympathetic because there was nothing to feel sympathetic about when I was the one who should feel sympathy.
"Ayla, look at !"
"Talk to !"
"Yell at !!"
He cupped my face but I let his hand drop to the bed.
"I don’t want to." I denied.
"What?"
"I don’t want to look at you, I don’t want to talk to you or I don’t want to yell at you. It is so simple." I said I was looking low all the ti.
"Please don’t talk to like that."
"Please I beg you," he begged in real life but is this going to make feel better?
In reality, I don’t even have any idea how to act. But I sure have lots of things to ask.
"Why are you begging ?" I asked.
"Because I ca late," he answered.
"So you knew I called?" That ti my heart felt a severe ache making feel shocked to my core but I didn’t show it.
"I have no idea what you did. I have no idea who you will be with. Or I have no idea why you didn’t receive my call when I called more than them. I really have no idea but all I can say is that if it weren’t for my mom and brother I don’t think I would have been alive nor my child."
"I’m sorry," he repeated, though I don’t know why.
"I think you would have felt happy if you ca ho whenever you felt like it and saw my dead body lying above the stairs while a newly born child kept rolling down the stairs who was filled with blood as well as my body while I kept on bleeding through my private parts. Is that scene amusing for you ?" as I said he raised his voice.
"Ayla!!!!"
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