Myla

The echo of my steps resonate through the hallways.

The pattering of ran on the roof rather soothing.

I increase my steps starting to get frustrated that Tay as not yet reached. We had promised to meet an hour ago. Had anything happened? I hoped not. I'm not particular about art, and so I simply roam about.

The gallery is gloomy due to the heavy storm outside. The sound of the rain droplets is the only thing preventing an eerie silence. People walk around in solemnity, admiring the art and talking in limited syllables. They are formally dressed making me feel misplaced in long-sleeved black denim jumpsuit that gave a sneak peek to the upside down v of my cleavage and that is written MC at the back by some who clearly had murderous intent.

The buzzing of my phone drags me back to reality. I whisk it out of my pocket and sigh with relief when I see it's a text from Tay. I rush, in a hurry to meet her ,and that's when it happens.

With my eyes still glued to the phone, our paths violently crush. I look up, and an intimidating sight hurts my eyes. He's tall, I'm relatively tall for girls, but his tall like in those crappy romance novels. He has a toned build that looms over me.

The thunder and lightning didn't help much.

A sharp pain cuts across my brain, temporarily paralyzing me. Of all times! I clutch at my head in pain. I border reality and my nightmares. One moment I'm in the gallery the next in the closet.

The closet...

Mother...MOTHER!

I'm fighting the tears, I can feel them. I can feel it all. The sharp pain in my head, the claws of loss strangling my heart. The one day I couldn't forget. It was through the gap in the closet. That was how I saw it all.

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It is a dark night. Father wasn't home and mother is reading me a bedtime story. I'm worried about her, she's due next month with baby brother.

" I want to name him, " I tell mother in pleading voice.

A gentle smile breaks across her face. She's very beautiful with long wavy raven black hair with blue eyes like the deepest part of the ocean known to man. She caresses her bump in so much motherly love that I'm almost jealous of my unborn brother.

" What would you name him sweetheart? "She asks as she gives me a peck on my forehead in a voice that could rival that of the mythical nightingale.

" Ty! Since it's the closest name to Tay. "My excitement rings out into the night.

My mother is amidst embracing me when the abrupt knock on the door tears us apart. I can feel, sense her tense.

It reminded me of my promise to father.

" Mummy has many mean chasers, will my Myla protect her when daddy isn't there to? "He questioned me as he swung me around in his arms.

I had joyfully replied yes.

He shouldn't have arrived yet! I hear mother mumble to her self. She hurriedly pulls me out of bed, and stuffed me into the closet. The angry voices are shouting outside, but I can't hear them. I'm scared for mother, father and ... brother. There's so much I wanted to tell him, show him. The mud castles that I heard learnt to built, the forest berries that I had discovered the other week. She glides out of the room, disappearing. I hold my breath, praying to whoever will hear me.

It all started with the chocking smell that caused me to gag then the bright light of the monstrous flames only made duller by the smoke that stung my eyes. How I wish the smoke would have prevented me from seeing completely at that moment. It gets stuffy in the closet, forcing me to remove my head. Directly in my line of sight and through the open door is when I see with my ever blinking and teary eyes. She's down on her knees and tears are endlessly streaming down her face. She slowly turns her head and smiles a smile that tore, ripped me apart my very existence. A smile of acceptance. She accepted what I never could. As she closes her eyes a last time I find myself screaming in silence. I clenched my chest but no sound. She barely mouthed the word, hide ,as she lay on the ground.

Anger, pain, rage, confusion, loss, helplessness, hopelessness, the desire to kill... I felt it all and more. Things I didn't even know I could ever feel.

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I'm back in the gallery. My phone that had dropped to the ground, is ringing. It's Tay. I need to pick up is all I can think but the pain prevents me. I look up, and he's there, standing with an emotionless glare. His curly hair is tied up in a messy burn. It's rather short with two strands free at the front. His other features are blurred by the poor lightning. He pockets and walks off.

Bastard!

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