“No. You can’t go after them!” I yelled at the top of my lungs when I was finally certain that the prey that they were hunting wasn’t at all.
My parents and the younger version of myself were in extre danger. I ran as fast as I could after the wolves and after my parents while I prayed desperately that I would catch up to them before sothing bad would happen. Although I was safe, I knew that they were in great danger. A foul sickening taste filled my mouth as I feared for the worst. Although I couldn’t rember what happened, I could frankly imagine what the end of this hunt entailed.
Was this how I lost and got separated from my parents?
For a mont, I started to dread the answer to this question. Although I figured that my parents had probably passed away a very long ti ago, when I was younger because I couldn’t rember them, there was a ti when I hoped and prayed that my parents would one day magically turn up to pick up from the orphanage. I wished that we would be reunited again and live happily ever after just like in a fairytale with a happy ending.
Sotis I wondered if it was better for my parents to have simply abandoned rather than have them lose their lives. It used to give so comfort to think that my parents were alive sowhere out there because that gave hope that one day they might return to find . However, as I grew older and as the years went by, I beca convinced that my parents may no longer be in this world.
“Stop! Don’t hurt them! Please don’t kill them!” I continued yelling as loud as I could.
By the ti I caught up to my family, it felt like everything had already co to an end. I didn’t get to witness what happened, although I could see the result of the slaughter right in front of . Perhaps it was better for that I didn’t see all the violence that broke out and how exactly my parents lost their lives. My parents’ bloody bodies laid on the ground but my younger self was no longer in sight.
What happened here? Where did you go?
So wolves were still standing around, but the majority of the pack had already moved on sowhere else. My entire face went cold and my entire body felt so numb and void of life. I couldn’t move, and for a mont I couldn’t even breathe. Even though I knew that it was a postability, it felt very different to see the lifeless corpse of my parents lying on the ground not so far from . It really drove ho the fact that my parents had long left this world.
Suddenly, my head started to spin and throb with pain. It felt like sothing had started to grow inside of my mind at an unstoppable rate. The pain was overwhelming and my legs lost all their strength and I sank down onto my knees on the ground. I closed my eyes as I tried to deal with the pain erupting inside of my head. That was then I saw a scene unfolding as if it had happened right in front of my eyes from my own perspective.
The face of a man that I now recognize as my own father looked at with clear distress and worry in his eyes. He reached out his hands toward and held by the shoulder as he brought his face close to mine so that our eyes would et.
“Run and don’t ever co back. You have to do as I say, Mila. Run ahead as fast as you can and don’t look back. You have to survive this!” my father instructed clearly and firmly as his hands gripped my shoulders.
From the side I could hear a woman weeping. Although she tried to stifle her cries I could hear and feel her pain and sorrow. My eyes shifted in her direction and that was when I saw the face of a woman who must have been my mother. Tears ran freely down her cheeks from her eyes and her lips were swollen a pink color. She looked scared although she tried her best to compose herself before forcing a smile my way. Even though she had not said a word I could sense that she wanted to tell that everything was going to be all fine.
Mother...
Tear drops fell down my face before I knew that I had started crying. The sorrowful and intense emotions that overwheld every bit of my existence made feel that I was reliving that mont. I must have lived through that mont as a child, and now I was relieving it once again. I was no longer just seeing a scene unfolding in front of . I was living it from my own perspective. My father wrapped his arms around my body and held tight. I could feel his body tremble, but his embrace made feel slightly braver and more secure.
When he finally let go of , he turned around in the direction of my mother. She got down on her knees and wrapped her arms around my body before holding tight. She buried her face into my clothes and wept. She told over and over again that she loves and I could tell that this would probably be the last ti that she would hold this way. I knew it, and I could tell that she knew it as well that this was our final parting.
“No. I don’t want to go. Please co with . I don’t want to go alone! Please co with ! Please don’t leave alone!” I beg desperately as I hugged my mother back tightly.
“You have to go, and you have to make sure that you live for our sake. Be strong and live a happy life...” she instructed in a voice so kind and full of love that I found myself breaking down in tears.
“No please...” I pleaded desperately.
–To be continued...
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