@TafiiBiscuit

The silent humming of the fan... The slightly drenched sides of the paper, as my fingers move flawlessly across the white lines...Coughing the words.. "It was Ellaine's lifeless corpse..."

Seamlessly, like all the other stories I had written the past few days.. They were all the same.. Yet why?? Why did none of them felt right for publish?..

The thought kept ringing in my head over and over again. Until I saw the small letters engraved at the top left corner... There it said.. 'Case 4 - The Memory.'

Then I remembered, this was the first ever story I was going to finish.. Not that I didn't finish one back in the days, but.. I was scared.

Trembling like some sort of outcast that holed herself captive of her own imaginations and creations within the room.

Which she is.. It didn't take long before her mother knew something was off, opening up the entrance after knocking several times...

"I made you breakfast.."

A silver tray sat atop her hands. There it housed one of her favorites, doing the job of making her stomach grumble... They smiled when her Mother decided it was best to be beside her. Which made her pen steady..

"What are you writing?"

The woman asked before tightly swinging her arm over for a warm embrace.. She missed her very much.

It wasn't until the day after yesterday, the girl returned 'normal'... Not insane.. But 'normal'.. Back to her normal life of living alone inside a dark room, with her books filled with stories since her 7th birthday...

"A psychological... Something to remember by before we move away from this junk.."

Laughter filled the room as well as joy... This was she was hoping for, her daughter to be this lively... Someone that she could have a proper conversation with..

"What's the story about sweetie?"

She looked up and saw her mother's eyes gleaming as she did always.. A smile that erased a large amount of her stress. She envied, her talent to disregard very big matters at hand, before continuing to write... This time with ease..

"That's a secret, Mom."

"Oh come on, just a peek?"

"Nope, No means no.. Besides I'll bury this anyways. In the backyard."

"What for?"

"As I said, Mom. Something to remember by.. Memories are important... You might lose them someday so... You know.."

Tears dropped on her cheeks, the feeling of worry and pride. She was seeing her daughter growing up, that's exactly why she was sorry...

"Oh baby...."

She hugged her once again, tears dampened her daughter's white shirt, before she finally dropped her pen and enjoyed the warmth.

She wished they could last like this forever. But she knew life, wouldn't be so kind to her.

"What's wrong mom?"

Her mother wished the same thing, but she wished something much more brighter.. She wanted her daughter to push through everything... May it be highschool, college, or being an adult itself.

She wanted to see her grow with her grandchildren. Bond with the family more, but she just didn't hear her father screaming from below.

"Didn't you hear your father calling you? He'll get mad you know?... Now off you go.."

What she needed was a push from someone she really cared about, so the two laughed. The very last laugh before the young writer was stopped at the entrance..

"Honey?"

Her mother really was beautiful, like stars that lit up the darkened skies. Is also the one that lit up her life all this time. Now, It was just a matter of words..

"Yes, mother?"

"I love you. Don't forget ok?"

"I love you too, Mom.. I'll be back to see you.."

"Please honey, but take your pills okay?"

The girl nodded happily, she didn't want to cry another time, and so she forced herself outside that room. Ironically, crying realizing it was the last time she would see her..

She promised her a lot of things in her mind, she would make more friends in highschool, she will finish college and land a job and refurnish this old house whom they both loved..

It was the very least she could make her life better.. Before going with her dad, minutes before her funeral...

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