Earth has stopped trembling,
And the branches of my memories are bleeding from betrayals.
Echoes are cheering loudly
Moving behind and feet getting closer...!
I woke up suddenly and heard loud noises within silences and just as I was about to scream for help, a hand grabbed my wrist tightly saying, "it was just a nightmare Liza"
I opened my eyes widely and found my mum standing in front of me.
"Awwwn!" I said,"Mum, you again?!"
I exclaimed giving her a questionable look on my face.
Usually, I would wake up and find my mum standing by my side asking what is wrong because of the screams during my nightmares.
All I can say to her is that, it was just a nightmare which shouldn't be her bother.
This was the third time I had such a sorrowful and painful nightmare.
Each time I have this nightmare, all I see is people swimming in a pool of blood.
I would wake up sweating and panting as though I was being chased in my sleep.
I couldn't seem to understand why, I always felt as if people were calling for my help in my sleep but how is that possible?
I asked myself, giving a stunning look at my reflection in my mirror.
I looked pale and weak, it was as if I had no energy to battle my fears within.
My mum looked at me carefully and asked, " are you struggling within your body again" ?
I washed my face in the sink and turned around to my worried sick mother who was always asking me about questions that I had no answers to.
I said with an ambivalent smile, "Mother, you worry too much .Is it because you love me so much ?"
"Yes dear ,you mean a lot to me! You are my life , the reason for living."
I gave her a shy smile, usually exposing all my dimples.
People say, I took after my mum because of her blonde black hair, hazel eyes and her curves.
By nature, my mum is a harridan. I describe her as such because, though she's in her forties, she still looks old to my appeal.
She was sentenced to ten years in prison for the crime of an attempted murder of one of her sexual partners. It hurts to say this,but she used to work as a strumpet in a casino. Due to all the torture she went through, her facial looks and expression had become rather unusual because her face was normally covered with bruises or scars.
From this I could tell that she had gone through hell and destruction in jail.
My name is Liza Blaire, today I turn age nineteen and for the first time in a very long time, I am celebrating my special day with my mum Elisa Mardy Blaire by my side.
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