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Something's about to happen.

" Wake up lizeh, its okay.. Daddy is here now.. Get up love.. " I could hear my dad.. Trying to wake me up. From my horrible nightmare.

My cotton soft bed was also not able to stop these nightmares.. Just to avoid.. These my father made my room like a fairies room.. Walls of purple and baby pink colour, every wall having a picture of an angel... Who looked like my mother..

Corners of the room having beautiful flower vase.. With giant beautiful wild flowers.

My father did everything to make me feel safe and secure, letting me know that my mother is always guiding me from the heaven..

And for a matter of fact these little little things did helped.. They made me mentally stable.. And head strong..

I wasn't a short tempered like I used to be as a kid.. Now I wasn't afraid to be alone. But how in the hell today I got them... Back..Is this some kind of sign... Is something's about to happen.. ?

I still remember..

After he shot my mom twice he left, I immediately got out of the box and ran towards my mother.

Seeing her so lifeless the three year old me started crying... Vigorously.

" Mommy get up... Please mommy get up... Talk to me mommy.. Please.. " The little me said, crying.

I was constantly shaking her to get her back into consciousness, but it was of no good use. She was gone far away from me. The three year old me now knew that..

I don't know till how long I actually cried there, being all covered up in blood.

No one knew what was happening inside our house, till the time when my father arrived back home with my twin brother, Danny.

Seeing this horrible sight, he rushed towards us, and began crying hysterically.

He got me up from the floor and wrapped me in his arms..

" Shhh baby, no... Stop crying.... Mommy... Is sleeping.... Love.. Let's not disturb her... " Daddy said... Crying.

I kept on crying and fighting his grip to let me go off to my mother. But of no use he kept on holding me tight in his embrace.

By the time the little me was actually aware that her mommy has gone and left her alone forever.

Listening to all our crying , our neighbors.. Rushed inside our home.

" Someone call the police.... Right now... " Anonymous person said..

" Mr, Smith... Please try to hold your self, you got two responsibility.... Be strong... We are all with you in this time of need.. " Other person said. Trying to console my father.

" Alizeh, dear... What you saw... Please tell us... Who was here... Who did this to your mom...? "A lady asked me... Making me remember all the horrible incident that took just a while ago..

I panicked remembering it... I screamed out loud... My father tried to console me... But soon I passed out..

And next I don't remember anything.

When again I was back in my conscious state I saw white walls all around. A computer screen, which was making a beep sound from Time to time..

I was in the hospital.

A nurse came to check on me.. Seeing me conscious, first she asked me how was I feeling but when I didn't respond, she immediately went to call the doctor.

Next my dad appeared in the room. He came running towards me and engulfed me in a warm and gentle hug.. He tried hard to control his tears but wasn't able to.. His cheeks were drenched with tears.

" Lizeh, how are you love... Are you feeling alright... Say something lizeh.. "Dad tried to make me speak or respond by anyway possible.

Even though I was able to hear him, but I could not respond though I tried hard but to no good use.

Dad kept on trying... But I didn't respond.

Soon the doctor came. He checked my vitals. And took dad aside, in to one corner of the room.

He told my dad something , my dad soon after hearing started crying..

I got discharged from the hospital after a week. I can hear , see, but can't speak.. I had lost my vocals... For the first few months my condition was horrible.somedays I used to spend lying on the bed all lifeless, or crying for whole day, my condition was getting worst with each passing day.

I was in the hospital till the time my condition didn't got stable only after that I was discharged.

But our miseries did not stop.. Soon after that police started it's inspection, they tried hard to know what I saw that day, but as I was unable to speak, it yielded nothing good.

Earlier my dad used to allow the police to do a session with me as he too wanted to know who was the monster who murdered his loving wife. But seeing my condition dad started getting irritated. Every time the cops mentioned the incident I used to get panic attacks.. Seeing my miseries dad finally asked them to cease there legal process till the time, I'm able to get my self back together.

The house where we once lived as a happy family now haunted us to the core the house that my mom assembled with her own hands,the heaven that she created was now turned into hell for us. Soon dad decided to leave everything behind, and took me and Danny to canada ( Ottawa) far away from Scotland. Leaving his well developed business behind.

Our home in Canada was a beautiful one.. A big house containing four bed rooms ,a well decorated beautiful hall with chandelier..and Picasso's painting , a huge garden with all varieties of flowers.a play ground for us to play.. Dad did all this so that he could actually distract me from the reality.

But my condition did not got any better. Dad got all the medical help he could but of no use, I still was unable to speak.

My condition was far worst for the starting few years when I didn't use to react or respond at all. But soon I overcome that phase, though doctor assured that as I don't have this as born inability and it's just because of the trauma, may be one day in future I could speak again.

Dad tried everything he could, he got me admission in the top school of Ottawa though I was a special case, than also instead of sending me to a school of disabled , he send me to a fine school with my twin brother.

He did all that he could to distract me from that incident. He too tried hard to forget but my nightmare never allowed us to move forward.

My dad was comforting me, while my twin brother was rubbing my palm..

" Lizeh, everything is okay,, we are here with you.. " Danny my brother said.

He is not just my brother but my soul, though I could not speak ,he understands me very well, he became my voice and my ultimate strength.

Whenever anyone tried to bully me in school due to my inability even though I was a scholar. He stood tall and saved me from them.

He is the best brother I could ever ask for. Whenever dad has to leave cause of business as he left all his developed business in Scotland and started from scratch again in here, he has to work way hard to make it good enough. During dad's absence Danny used to be my dad, my mom , my brother and my best friend , I had no friend apart from my brother.

I know they must have heard me screaming, that's why they are here, the only voice I could make is of screaming, only when I get those nightmares. They were trying to comfort me.

Recently my nightmares were not that frequent, they had almost stopped but don't know how it came back today.

Seeing the struggle of my father and brother.. I felt too helpless.. I also tried ,all I could not to be a burden to them..

Though I was unable to speak.. But just like my mother I was head strong... Mentally stable.. It was just this nightmares that made me weak now. My inability was never a barrier in my life.. I always did achieved what I wanted..

But still for my father and brother I became the fragile and weak one since the horrible incident..

Slowly I got up. And nodded letting them know that I'm fine.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door,

Nila, our house maid entered.

" Sir, there's a man waiting for you downstairs, he gave me this to hand you " Saying so she handed dad the paper that she was holding.

After my dad had a look of what's inside that Paper all the colour from his face drained...

Without even saying anything he rushed out of the room.

Soon Danny followed him.. Asking me stay in the room only.

What is happening.... Who has come... What the hell was in that paper...?

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