~Ava's POV
She screamed!
She cried but she didn't stop.
She lifted the pain, still crying and her flesh had gone off. I couldn't stop looking. It was bloody.
My eyes were fixed on mom, and my ears the sound of my mother's cried. And when I turned to the side, David was still there. His head was tilted forward, directly towards me.
The darkness around him grew thicker. "You're mine, Ava. You have always been mine and you'll always be mine. As long as you remain within this walls, you're mine Ava," David concluded before the smoke covered him up.
The next second, the body was back on the ground. Mom managed to walked towards me and I was finally able to move. I couldn't even bring myself to look at her. The sight of the wound was terrifying. I just could not bring myself to understand how much pain she felt.
"I'm sorry, Ava. This is all my fault," Mother said, crying. Her whole body shivered. I could imagine the immeasurable about of pain that she felt.
Suddenly, the fire alarm sounded.
There was smoke everywhere. We were too caught up with the conversation and we didn't notice that the cooker was no longer on but the rag and the other things caught the fire.
That demon!
Like what he did to my mother isn't enough.
We might end up dying of an explosion if the fire made it's way to the gas.
The fire was spreading so fast.
My eyes widened and I held my mom's other hand, trying to take her out of the kitchen, but instead of my mom running with me, she halted and she looked straight into my eyes.
I had never seen someone so willing to die. Ave me alone. Go ahead, Ava, run!" She yelled at me.
Is she out of her mind? This isn't the time.
With tears streaming down my eyes, with my heart racing and with my fingers cracking, I shook my head. "Mom….. let's go. We have to go now. Mom, please, we have to go now," I cried but she only shook her head. "Go, Ava!" She screamned.
"I'm sorry mom," I cried. I'll apologize if that's what it takes to change her mind. "I love you so much, mom, please. I take back everything that I said earlier! I was only being stupid. I was foolish! I can't live without you, please," I cried. My hair was on my face, my eyes were weak from all the tears and my heart rate kept increasing after every reminder that my mom and I could get burnt up at any moment and torn into shreds.
"Let me also feel what I did to Sam. Go! Ava! Go!" Mom yelled at me.
It was at the point when I understand that she couldn't just bring herself to deal with the guilt, but killing herself isn't the answer either.
I didn't bother saying anything. I dragged her out of the kitchen and she kept struggling to get off my grip. We were finally in the living room and she took her hand off. "Leave me alone! I want to die, Ava! It's what I want! Leave me alone!" She screamed.
I stood there and I wiped my tears. "You want to die? Fine. Let's die here together," I answered with my eyes locked up in hers.
Deep down, I really do not want to die. I don't want to die in a fire with my mother.
I still want to live a beautiful life. I still want to enjoy the beauty that life brings, but wishing to die was all that I could come up with.
"Are you out of your mind!" Mother yelled. The house was beginning to fall apart. The smoke got thicker.
We wouldn't last.
"Since you want to die, then let us die together! My father left me and now you want to do the same? I'll rather die here than to live without you. Let's just die here and put the whole thing to an end!" I shouted.
Mom held my hand and she dragged me out of the house.
It worked, it finally worked.
Mentioning dad made her change her mind. She warned me never to say anything about him and I never did, at that point, I knew I had to.
We ran outside, crying and breathing heavily. Mrs. Miller, her family and Steven were outside. Steve ran towards us…. "Are you okay?" He asked.
I didn't feel the need to give him a response. I sat there, on the ground, next to my mother as we watched her house falling apart.
Images of the momets that happened in the house came back rushing in, including the scene were Sam was burnt alive.
And just as expected, most of those memories only made my heart race. There was almost no recording of a smile on my mother's face or mine.
Tharros never gave us a reason to be happy. I looked at mom, and she had her eyes fixed on the fire.
Her gaze was cold and her eyes were filled with unsaid words. A drop of tear rolled off her right eyes and without looking at me, she spoke.
She was about to speak, but her words were interrupted by the loud siren sound of the police and firefighters.
"We'll move to a new place, Ava. He said you're his as long as you live between those walls, but look. The walls are all crashing down," Mother said and a smile appeared on her face, but it only lasted for a second.
"You should have just let me die, Ava," she said. Her voice broke after each word.
"I can't live without you," I spoke, sobbing and I rested my head on her shoulder. "I couldn't save you when you needed help. You were just a child, Ava when he started making life hell for you and I couldn't do anything about it," she cried.
"Make things right. Let's start, all over again. No demon, just you and I," I spoke.
Sirens, fire, smoke, noise, tears and a little hope, was all that we had.
Maybe this time, we'll get LUCKY.