All Chapters of A SILENT CRY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

THREE MONTHS LATEROPENING SEASONThe view of the white curtains swaying with the wind caught the attention of my barely opened eyes. Was I in heaven already? The tiny voices from behind the door which was a few meters away from me caught my ear. They seemed to be getting closer and closer. I slowly used my hands to sit upright, reviving the unbearable pain on my bandaged hands.In fact, my whole body ached and that was when I realized I had bandages all around my body. So, I was alive?The corner of my eye caught the sight of a familiar person resting her head on the edge of the bed caught my attention. Tears gathered in my eyes, it couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream.The door suddenly clicked open as our eyes met.The two cups of coffee on his hands went tumbling onto the floor, setting the one resting her head at the edge of my bed up. More tears came rolling down my bandaged face.Her warm e

REUNITEThe warm rays penetrated through the bandages. My hands ran on the potted plant with the spinaches, my favorite. I loved eating spinaches. Especial with rice, it was my best. A knock on the door caught my attention. I quickly headed inside, heading to the front door.I pulled the open. Our eyes met. For a moment the world went to a stand steal.“J…Jack,” I struggled to talk.He hadn’t changed, that much, beside that he had a few additional earrings on his face, such as the nose ring.He embraced me. My grip on the crutches loosened. “I thought you were…”“Shh,” brushing his back.“It’s all my fault,” he said in hurt.“I found them,” my mouth blabbed. “I found Mesmick’s murderers,”I felt his body stiffen.“Di…Did they do this to you?” he finally asked.I didn’t answer only held on him even more tightly as I recalled Hendrik violently assaulting me with the stick surrounded

YOUR PRESENCEI watched the few people entering the small Rush dry cleaning and washing Store, each carrying a basket of a different shade. The number of employees had increased from last time. There were three new girls which were helping around.One had curly ponytail, the second one had unkept hair that almost looked like mine and the third one had short hair. They didn’t seem to mind me, even with my bandages all over my body. In fact, they respected me. My hand pulled the ink pen and my mother’s diary, where she wrote everyone who had fetched their laundry, which was beside me.My week fingers held it poorly. Weekly I started doodling the old man who had just entered. He was bald, wore a nevy suit eating a doughnut. He was kind of funny, almost like a character in one of the books I had stolen from Sorrow Haze., called Mr. Panman. He too was a bald man who wears a suit, a conman to be exact.Well as growing up I had been in l

HER STORYI slowly walked up the stairs, still recalling what Jack had told me. The loud yell was what got my attention. I quickly recognized the voice, it was definitely Miss. Claw. So, she was still alive.Each step the louder her voice became. What was up now? Probably she was fighting with someone, like she always did. My eye caught sight of haired man beating up Miss Claw inside her apartment.Blood covered her face, while she begged the man to stop.“WHERE IS MY FUCKIN MONEY BITCH?!” the muscular man asked.I watched people passing. They did nothing like always. I walked pass. She wasn’t a good person, she probably deserved it. Even have convinced myself I still couldn’t seem to really walk away, she was someone’s mother. She was Tydo’s mother, although Tydo and I hadn’t been in good terms I couldn’t help but feel guilty for his death.“IF YOU DON’T SPEAK I&rs

THE CLAWS“You must be freezing,” Miss Claw said placing a cup of tea on the table, still with one hand on the bloody clothe, she has been wiping her nose with.She pulled a chair opposite me taking a seat on it.  “I should go,” pulling my crutches from behind the table.Her bony hand held my hand. “Please, drink your tea it’s the least I could do for you, after all you were willing to risk your life for me,”I bit my lower lip in war with my inner self.“Please,”I loosen my grip on the crutches, after all I arguing wasn’t my strongest point.“Here’s milk,” pushing power milk toward me.“It’s fine black,” I lied.A short laughter escaped her broken lips. I rose an eyebrow, lost. What was funny? Had I said something funny, or wait did I look funny? What? Was it my clothes?All these thoughts starte