LOST SOUL

COMFIRMED DEAD

LEY'S POV

I couldn't help but remember the very few times my dad and I spent together though my mom didn't really like seeing us together but the very few times he gave me his attention and played with me like a father should, to be honest those times were really fun but the thought of him being dead clouded my memory not just him being dead but being eaten up by horrified flesh eating creatures and immediately I concluded within myself those beings must be demons.

"but why my dad" I cried

I cried so bitterly for help and I can remember looking at one of the windows and seeing a man staring at me. The sight of that made me so afraid and I couldn't help but think they will come and eat me too, out of fear I banged on the gate repeatedly hoping someone comes and save me but no one came. I had to calm down and rest and in the process of resting I didn't know when I slept off at the gate.

I was woken up by a tap on my shoulders and as I looked up it was Mary. She carried me inside despite my pleas and shouts asking her not to. But before carried me in, I could remember telling her that I saw about four demons eating my dad but she shut me up saying

"Demons doesn't exist that I was just hallucinating since I was left alone".

I was still pleading with her not to take me in that they will eat me too but all my pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Nothing is going to happen to you, the faster you grow up and stop living in your wild imagination the better for you" she said as she lifted me up from the floor.

She took me in, laid me on my bed and left me all alone not minding the fact that I was really scared of everything around me. I sat up looking at nothing in particular went straight to the door and shut it hoping they don't come into my room.

Shortly after, I heard a loud scream, it was my mom screaming, that is actually the first day I heard my mom scream. I was afraid of going out to check why my mom screamed that way but I still gathered a little courage and traced where the voice was coming from. It was coming from the exact same place that I'm most afraid of the room I saw my dad being eaten.

I peeped inside and saw my mom crying, I came in but she pushed me out of the room and locked the door. I was so heartbroken that she would push me like that in our time of dismay.

Little me walked back to my room with tears rolling down from my eyes.

Everyone concluded that my dad committed suicide by peeling his skin off with the knife they found lying very close to him, "how stupid is that conclusion".

The worst part of it all is that my mom blamed me, she said I was the one that kept the knife there and when I tried to explain myself to her by telling her what I saw, she pushed me away angrily and ordered Mary to take me to my room.

"You see what you've caused, Mary take her away and don't let her come near me" she ordered

Mary walked up to me but I kept dodging her I was so determined to tell everyone gathered in the room what I saw but they never wanted to listen to what I had to say but I didn't give up, I kept seeking for my mom's attention as I struggled to free myself from Mary's grip so I can tell her everything but the more I try coming close to her,the more she kept pushing.

That night I can remember going to my mom's Chambers to talk to her. As I reached the door, I couldn't take any further step, with my tiny voice I called her

"Mom, I'm sorry but it was not entirely my fault" I said as I leaned to thee Wall. "Ridley, go to your room now it's late and I don't have your time" she replied.

"But mom I didn't put the knife there, I know I disobeyed your orders by going to see Dad but I swear I didn't go there with a knife" I said in tears.

"I don't have time for this now, go to bed, I don't want to repeat myself again" she said as she laid her head on the pillow totally ignoring me.

I left that night feeling so sad and ignored and I can remember crying so heavily that night wishing my dad was alive, wishing my mom treats me better. My pillow was soaked with tears and the night was a very long one and I wished the day never comes because I didn't want to wake to people pitying me and making me yearn for my Dad the more.

To be sincere I was really sad during that period, I too needed to be consoled but instead of my own mom to be there for me, she pushed me away without even looking at my face, she doesn't even care about how I feel.

It was morning the next day and all that I can remember thinking about was

"Nobody knew what I saw that day except Mary because she was the only one that gave me a listening ear and she didn't even believe what I told her, everything I said to her was like me pouring water on a stone".

Seriously the whole thing was frustrating, that man's face staring at me from the window kept going through my mind especially anytime I look at the that particular window he was looking through. It's something I was not in control of and another experience I was not in control of was that of my Dad, that particular experience kept replaying in my memory as I grew older. I tried so hard to forget but unfortunately it became an integral part of me even until now I'm grown and matured.

As I laid down and thought about all these tears rolled down my cheeks, this memory has turned to my worst nightmare and even at my age then I still doubted what I saw.

"How will someone else believe me when I don't even believe myself I sighed".

I later decided that day to meet up with Jane because I thought that mingling with friends will take my mind off this awful thought.

I stood up immediately, changed my clothes, slipped my foot into the sandals that was just close to my bed, and left. Reaching the door, I heard the exact same scream I heard from my Dad the day he died, it was so real I know it was and at a certain point I heard another voice that whispered to my ears repeatedly "You are mine"

I got really scared and couldn't help but scream out loud in fear. I ran out of my room as fast as my leg could carry me heading straight to Jane's house without looking back. The servants kept trying to stop me but I didn't even listen, I kept running till I left the gate.

As I reached her house, I ran inside and shut the door behind me immediately panting heavily as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I was lucky enough Jane's parents were not around but Jane was. She came straight towards me looking shocked and I know she was wandering on the reason that could make me enter their house like I did.

"Is anyone chasing you and why are you crying she asked as she peered from the window to confirm".

I couldn't even answer her question, all I could do was to walk straight to her room took a whole jar of water and consumed it at a stretch.

"Your Majesty what is it?" She asked again

"Firstly, I've told you not to call me that name and secondly I really need to talk to you about something" I replied as I sat on her bed.

"What is it? She asked yet again"

I looked up to her face and I couldn't control the tears rolling down my eyes.

"I don't know what has been wrong with me lately, I'm so confused and restless right now and I'm so very hungry. I don't know what to do, I'm just tired I cried"

Jane was so confused with my reply she just placed my head on her chest saying everything is going to be okay without knowing what she was referring to nothing in particular.

"What will be alright I asked admist tears"

"Everything, everything making you cry she said".

I saw how confident she was about the whole thing and couldn't help but to believe her hoping things return back to normal.

At about five minutes later, Jane suggested we go out and visit places that it would take my mind off everything and that whenever I feel I can tell her that which is bothering me I shouldn't hesitate to because she's always available for me.

I hugged her immediately she said that and we left for the amusement park.We had a lot of fun at the park but it all ended when this severe headache and weakness I've never experienced before came upon me.

I let out a sharp cry and immediately Jane held me as I was about to fall, she helped me walk to a bench and sat me down there. She brought out a bottle of water and gave me to drink, I gulped the whole thing and requested for more which she got for me.

Shortly after, the ache disappeared and at this point I went ahead to tell Jane the things I've been experiencing because I couldn't take it any longer.

"You know the very day my Dad was confirmed dead" I asked looking straight into her eyes.

"Yes I remember" she replied looking at me keenly.

"Ok I saw something that day and it has been making me live in fear I said with tears gathering in my eye".

"What is it you saw" she asked as she adjusted moving herself closer to me.

"I saw about four scary looking beings feed on my father" I said expecting her reply.

She was confused at the whole thing and with the way she was looking at me, I doubted she believed me.

" If not that you are the one telling me this, I won't have believed you" she said after staring at me for a while.

"Maybe you didn't really see anyone in that room maybe it was one of this hallucinations children experiences" she said concerning what I told her about my dad's death.

I looked up to her with disappointment written all over my face

"I know what I saw and heard that day, it was not my imagination" I said admist tears.

"Even you my friend don't believe me, how do I expect others to believe if you of all people don't, at least you should have pretended to believe "I cried"

" No it's not like that, it's harder than it seems, alright I believe you but we have to find out why you are experiencing all the illness symptoms you've been experiencing lately" she said

" Do you know what, just let me be and stop lying to me to make me feel good" I said feeling disappointed.

"I'm really sorry for not believing you at first but now I do, sincerely I do no matter what you saw that day I believe you, the problem there is that we have to find a way so you can be free from all this sudden sickness attacks" she said.

"Are you sure" I replied with tears.

"Yes I'm sure and you need to stop crying, you are a beautiful girl and crying doesn't fit you" she said as she wiped my tears.

I can remember we stayed for a very long time before I decided to go home. Jane excorted me home, bade me goodbye and left.

And then I was all alone on my bed facing the ceiling thinking about what to do about my sudden illness attack as I used to call it.