The second I saw my mother, I couldn't form any words to say.
She was no longer looking sickly or dull. She was full of life.
The following week she started taking care of us. The most astonishing thing?
She got me an admission in a school.
After all those years of not letting me go anywhere.
Though it was a drastic change I had no other option than to accept it.
I couldn't say no and disappoint my mom.
Even though it was hard ,though it seemed impossible I had to . Atleast for her sake.
So following the next week I started going to school. Well mom came along shopping with me and helped making lunch and dinner at home.
Just before going to bed that day mom broke down while having dinner.
"Sorry",she said unable to maintain eye contact.
"Sorry ,I gave up so easily on you guys. I wasn't there when my own kid needed me the most."
I was speechless. I was supposed to ask for forgiveness ,not her.
So watching her cry ,made me cry too. That includes my dad.
And we made up with each other for being a sorry excuse of a family.
Well the next week I started going to school.
From meeting noone in the street to a whole public was completely nerve wrecking. On top of that I could easily see their lifespan.
But I didn't let my parents know about this.
Thanks to the homeschooling I got from my dad I could understand the basics.
Though I could manage my grades there was something I couldn't get rid of.
I can probably say that high school is the hardest part of growing up for any kid. Except the popular,good looks rich kid. Especially that kid. Or the person this rich kid dates. Even if you do not recognize his features, dear reader, I am sure you have met him. He is the school bully too charming to get caught; the one who thinks up the cruelest pranks, has others carry out his dirty work, and still maintains a perfect reputation with the teachers. He is the boy who pulls the legs off insects and tortures stray animals, yet laughs with such pure delight he can almost convince you it is harmless fun. He's the boy who steals money from the temple collection plates, behind the backs of old ladies who praise him for being such a nice young man . He is that person, that type of evil. The problem is that this certain kid is probably a girl or a boy. Yeah but this was in a form of an innocent girl.
Cathy was that kind of person.
Yes, school as usually is horrible. There was not just one Cathy "Pain in the Ass". There were many different types of 'Cathy' .
All of them which were up to no good.
But one of the good things I learnt from being in my school is that people are too dumb to create chaos for no reason at all. In my school the most chaotic day was when some kids in my class broke a surveillance camera and scribbled rubbish in the walls of classrooms and washrooms.
My school was infamous for one more thing. Coupling kids who aren't interested. Teasing and name-calling. And the teachers? They're so busy clearing some nuisance while the students get free periods. So that's my high school experience. Plus I was the captain of the throwball team ,so I've gotten slacked off for these matters. No one has yet tried messing with me. But girls aren't innocent too. I prefer to be a lone wolf than have people stab you in the back. A lot of times. So much that you've broken. Even your bestfriend. That one person who you trusted the most. The one you told all your secrets. That person who you knew since you were 4. And the one who threw you under the bus just for hiding their mistakes.Lied to everyone. Told about the one thing which I trusted her for it. In the end of all that shit, I'm still me. It's no use being alone when you are used to being surrounded.
It's true that I knew Cathy and Mira since we were toddlers.
Our mom's met each other when they were meeting the gynaecologist.
The three of us were inseperable. That was,till Mira died. But Cathy still used to come visit me every day or atleast once in a week. That was till I was 10 and I found out that she exploited my secrets to the world.
I didn't find about this from her though. It was when my father came one day drunk.
He was in kind of trance when he came home that day. He was talking to himself.
When I went up to him , he started laughing. He said that "Cathy" mentioned to everybody that I have the curse of killing everybody when I look at them. And she told in her confession to the father at the church that she supposedly saw me"possessed with a demon". That's the reason my mom got sick and the reason my dad hasn't enrolled me in school.
Well as stupid as it sounds my mind was shattered. i could literally feel my sanity chip away.
The one person who I thought made my world easy made or so difficult for me to breathe in.
That day,that night the boundary between fantasy and reality shattered for me.