Past - 4

As a result of my mother's words, I no longer hesitate to confront the darkness that has already enveloped me. Even though she hates me, I love her, and no one can change that fact. I sat there in the darkness, looking into nowhere. I don’t know how much time I spent there, lost in my own world and with my own thoughts.

I came out of my thoughts at the sound of someone opening the door. I turned my head to look who it was but when the door opened, I couldn’t take the light so I closed my eyes, and after two good minutes, I opened my eyes and looked at the person who was standing in front of me.

“Come, ma'am, you asked me to get you in front of her." The person helped me stand up and when I was standing, I could hear the sound of my bones stretching.

“For how many hours am I here?” I questioned him, trying to make my body straight.

“Hours? You are here for two days, not hours,” he answered, looking at me pitifully.

“Oh,” I muttered, not knowing how to react. I am not feeling hungry or