Chapter 12: panic stricken.

CHAPTER TWELVE

MIRA

"Rena dera prexanta, shallle.... jexi." 

I read out the incarnations with my eyes tightly shut, and my hands spread out. I was trying to concentrate on the incarnation I was saying. 

I already wasted too much time to begin. I had been distracted ever since I came into the Palace, and I had not really paid enough attention to my witch practice. 

My lips moved rapidly nonstop, and I didn't pause forba second to catch my breath. 

"Mom!" My daughter screamed as she rushed into the inner chamber of the room we shared. 

There was one thing with sharing a room with kids. Even when you tried to pay attention or focus on something, they would never understand. I thought I would be able to focus while she played in the main room with her toys. 

I turned around sharply and saw her standing there and staring up at me. There was excitement in her innocent eyes as she looked up at me. I was not curious to know why she interrupted my incarnation when I was not even done yet. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I fired at her. 

She blinked and took some steps backwards. She must wonder why I acted like a monster most of the time. 

"How many times have I warned you about privacy?" I continued to scold her. "Whenever I am not in the room, it is obvious that I do not want any form of communication with you until I'm done here." 

She looked like she was going to cry. Or better still, apologise for interrupting, but she had learnt very early that she was not supposed to talk whenever I was angry. 

"Now get lost!" I ordered her. 

She turned around and rushed out of the room in panic. I could hear her sobbing as she was running towards the room. I inhaled deeply as a pang of guilt washed over me. I could not understand why I always felt this way after treating my daughter so harshly. 

I walked towards the only chair in the room and sat there. I no longer felt the urge to continue my prayers. I already disconnected, and I was also feeling bad. 

I buried my head in my palm. 

For a second, I thought I heard someone gasping for breath. I quickly lifted my head and tried to listen carefully. I no longer had the ability to hear things from afar, so I needed to pay more attention to be able to figure out what was going on. 

My heart sank deep in my stomach when I realised that my daughter was the one who was gasping for breath. I rushed out of the inner room to the main room and met my daughter lying still on the floor and gasping for breath. 

I rushed to her and knelt on the floor beside her as I began to call out for help. I screamed out loud in fear that something may happen to my daughter. 

I was a witch and not a healer. I didn't have the cure to everything. This was one of the things my powers were limited to. It hurt me so much that I could offer solutions to others who needed it, but I was not able to find a solution to my daughter's asthma yet. 

I carried her in my hands and continued screaming and crying for help. 

"Mira, are you okay?" I heard someone's voice finally. 

I looked up and saw Jeremy standing in front of the door. His eyes widened when he saw my daughter lying on the floor and struggling for her life. 

"Oh my!" He exclaimed. "What happened to her." 

"Help me find her inhaler!" 

Jeremy began to search the room for her inhaler while I pleaded with her to stay with me. She was struggling so hard, and even my tears could not help her. Seeing my daughter in so much pain was something that hurt me more than anything else on earth. 

Soon, Lesley also rushed into the room. He asked Jeremy what was going home, and Jeremy told him they needed to find my daughter's inhaler since she was under an asthma attack. 

They both began to search the room for my daughter's inhaler. They were both sweating profusely. I could no longer help it. The drop of tears would not help either. I burst out in tears. 

I was scared. 

"Here it is," Jeremy said as he rushed towards me with the inhaler. 

"Oh, I was about to check there,"  Lesley said as he walked towards us. 

Jeremy bent down in front of me and carried my daughter. He helped her with her inhaler, and soon, her breathing became calm. 

Her breathing kept decreasing until it became abnormally low. 

I looked up at Jeremy. 

"She doesn't look okay at all," I told him. 

He nodded. He offered to lift her to the bed, and I agreed. 

"I think I should take her to the healer," Lesley offered. 

I turned to him. He had the best suggestion, but I was mad at him. I hated him. 

"It would be better if we call the healer here to take care of her." 

Jeremy sat beside my daughter and began to coil her hair. 

"Are you okay?" Lesley asked as he came to hold me. 

I nodded my head. I went to my daughter and knelt beside her. I was not sure if she would be fine. Her breathing was not steady. I was scared that something bad may happen to her. 

"She will be fine, okay?" Lesley assured me as he touched my hair. 

I noticed that the two were competing. They were both trying to sound more caring, and it was annoying. I didn't think much about it when the two were pushing each other when searching for her inhaler. 

I sighed deeply. 

Right before my eyes, my daughter's condition kept getting worse. I watched as her breath continued to reduce until she finally passed out, causing my heart to sink into my stomach.