[For the full enjoyment of reading these stories, read at night, close your lights, and don't look at the corner of your eyes...]
She lied to me, she lied about everything to me, it was fake, a fabricated fiction that I thought was real, how could I be so blind to see the obvious.
Laying on my bed, playing with my fingers and looking up at the ceiling. I've seen it so much I can close my eyes and tell you every little details from the bumps to the little holes that are scattered around the ceiling.
I see something shake at the corner of my eye. It's my door knob jiggling, then I look at the time on my clock, it's time for breakfast.
I sat myself up and turned my body to let my legs hang off the bed.
I grab the crutches that were leaning against the wall and heaved myself up, it's a very bright sunny morning. I look away so the sun rays aren't directly in my eye and made my way to the door.
A flash of light from the sun ray hitting the mirror directly into my eyes made me stumble and fall to the floor. I groaned, my head feels dizzy, but I think I'm mostly fine. I shake my head and get onto my knee.
The piece of the floor tile was a bit levitated on the corner, but it doesn't seem broken. I placed my hand over the corner and picked it up, and to my awe, was a little box hiding underneath. This is really weird, something new, something interesting. I reached to grab it but before I could, mother barged into the room.
I looked up at her and she looked worried, she hugged me tightly and started mouthing words to me. She must've been really worried, I reached to hug her back but before she could, she backed up and started talking to me in sign language.
"Are you alright honey? You're not hurt are you?" she looked very worried. I nodded, she smiled and hugged me again.
She wrapped my arm around her neck and stood me up. We walked to the living room and she sat me on a chair and started feeding me porridge. We live in a very small house, only my room, the bathroom, the living room, and a locked room i've never went into. I get my own bed and room. But I wish my mother didn't force herself to sleep on the floor with nothing but a thin blanket.
I wasn't always deaf and crippled, I got into a bad accident last year when I was going to the market with mother and came out this way, I can't remember how, it took awhile for me to wake up from the coma but mother was with me the whole time.
My father died when I was but a small child, and it broke my mother, she had fell onto her knees crying when she got the news. My two other siblings were also devastated but I was to young to understand why.
Three years after my fathers death, my older sister ran away from home. Mother told me it was because she left for a boy, much richer than we were, mother said she use to hate being so poor, but I never noticed it. I never saw her again, but mother seems to be doing fine.
My older brother died from a sickness just two years ago, I was waiting at home when he died, mother had took him to the hospital but it was to late. It was devastating, this was probably when I finally realized how much it hurts to lose so many important people in my life. I started to worry everyday that one day mother might leave me to. But mother always comforted me, telling
me everything will be fine and she promised she would never leave.
Mother picked me up and took me to my room, she put me on the bed and told me to rest well, and that everything would be okay. Then she left the room and locks the door.
The tiles still moved, I can see the little box sticking out. Using all my strength, I slowly lowered myself to the ground without making to much noise. I crawled my way to the box and when I got there I sat myself up. I reached in the hole and picked up the box, small but a bit heavy.
I was extremely curious because the seventeen years I've lived here, this is the first im seeing anything new in this room. The box didn't take much to open, and inside of it, was a real odd looking key.
This made me smile, real wide, because I noticed the shape of the key looked oddy similar to the shape of a doorknob lock. I got really excited and I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Mother doesn't let me roam around much, she's worried I'll get hurt again. But tomorrow is a perfect day, it's the day mother goes to the market to buy food.
Why was this secret room so important? It's because mother told me that it use to be her's and fathers room, and they had some precious stuff, but she lost the keys one day and was never able to get in again. I want to surprise her by bringing her something special.
I hopped my way to the bed while my leg flails around making quiet thumps on the floor. I pull myself up and into bed, and I held the key tightly.
I was so hopeful for tomorrow, I could barley sleep. But then it was morning, the key still in my hand, and the door opened.
I sat up right away, placed the key into my pocket, and grabbed my crutches. I pulled myself up and almost fell over again from the lack of balance. I made my way out the room and into the living room, mother was no where to be seen, she must've left already, but she left porridge on my chair.
I wanted to sit down and eat but I was far to excited to open the door. I turned around, back to the hallway, and made my way to the door at the very end of it.
I shuffled quickly to the door, and took a deep breath, then smiled, I wonder what I can get for mother, a picture, maybe a precious jewelry. I reached into my pocked but stumbled and slammed into the wall. This was fine, using the wall, I was able to get the key out properly.
I pushed myself off the wall and started to find balance. Finally, I'm here, it feels like a dream, my hearts racing so fast, and I can't help but l
grin and giggle. I used the key and unlocked the door, the I slowly turned the knob and opened it, it was a dark room, it didn't have any windows, but I could make out some stuff. But when I looked inside, to my absolute shock, there was, nothing.
No pictures, no jewelries, no furniture, or writing, there was nothing. This can't be, mother said that all her precious stuff was in this room. I frantically looked around, but nothing at all, I burst into tears.
Did someone take it, or was mother lying to me this whole time. I slowly stumbled my way into the living room, and fell to the floor next to my chair. I was so upset, it numbed the pain of the fall. I cried there till the sun set, I cried and cried, but those tears became worry, Mother hasn't come home yet.
I sat up and looked out the living room window, the sun was slowly fading away, into the background, hiding behind the mountains, as the night fills the sky. Where is mother, I mumbled, and I kept mumbling mother. My eyes soar from crying the whole time, all that came out was a spec of dust.
My stomach growled, and I looked at the porridge on the chair. There was a piece of paper underneath it, a letter. I pulled out the letter underneath the porridge and started reading.
I slid my hand across the chair, smacking the porridge, leaving a mess all over the room. A screamed as long as I could until my throat felt like it was bleeding. I grabbed one of my crutches and threw it at the window, shattering it into pieces. Outside, the place started to slowly light up like morning. There was nothing I could do but weep and scream.
People surrounded the house with torches, they looked inside and they all looked at my in disgust, they threw pebbles and rocks, than they lit the house on fire, the house was burning with me inside of it. I could do nothing but cry and scream, why mother, why would you do this to me.
The letter slowly burns as the screams of the boy echoes through the area for the whole world to hear. The note, that caused all the hate and sorrow from the boy said:
"I've left, and I never plan on returning, my beloved son, not because I'm leaving you, but because I can't return, I don't want to die. We were hated by god, and cursed by the devil, our blood is tainted, and that blood enrages the people. We didn't deserve this, but we never had a choice, killing all of us was the only means for satisfaction for them. You're father sacrificed himself to spare our family for a few years, but the people wanted more, then your sister sacrificed herself, but their hate just grew more, your brother was next. You were suppose to go to, last year, but by some miracle, or some treacherous curse, you survived. This infuriated the town folks when they found out, and they planned to burn our whole house and us to the ground with it. I couldn't take you, but I really wanted to, you were just too much of a burden. And I noticed you found the key, there were precious stuff in that room, but I had to sell it all to spare us some time a little longer, spare me a little longer. I've run away, and left you behind to die, but...I never lied...I promised that I'll never leave you, and that's true. We will be together, forever, in hell..."