Ep.03
516 Words
“Emmalyn’s POV”
A group of three nurses came to assist while lifting both of them to a stretcher; one at a time was successfully placed inside the ambulance.
I sat beside mama. Felt like the whole world was spinning on top of me. I don’t have a family other than these two.
I was only 9 when they found me while I was selling vegetables on the road. Regardless of if I wasn’t their blood, they never made me feel emptiness.
Their love made me fuller in joy. I had no clue how I was going to spend my life without them.
“E-m-m-ma-a-a-a-...,” mama kept her efforts on.
I hushed while placing my finger on her mouth. She pushed my hand and again started mumbling.
“A man came... he blackmailed us and as... asked to empty us... our small...,” she spoke strugglingly. She couldn’t finish her sentence when her arm collapsed on my lap.
I assessed her heartbeat. There was no sound. She left this world. She was no more.
My whole body started to get cold. I shouted at the top of my voice, “help your sister. There is no heartbeat.”
They tried their best, but couldn’t bring her back.
Suddenly, the whole world lost its sound. I could hear my own heartbeat.
I was gasping for air. Felt like the whole ambulance had insufficient oxygen supply.
I was sitting like a statue when the ambulance ceased its wheels in front of the hospital.
One of the nurses landed her hand gently on my shoulder, causing me to snap back to reality.
My cheeks were wet, my eyes were puffy and red. My heart was aching.
Even though my legs were quivering, I started stepping, following both the stretchers on which pieces of my heart were carried.
In no time, the police arrived. After their examination was done, doctors assessed both of them and finally announced the grief-filled news of their death.
I was slumped in dejection. I didn’t know where to go. Whom to talk about my sorrows?
I sat in a chair in the waiting area of the hospital. It was when a teenaged boy came and asked, “are you, Emmalyn?”
I elevated my gaze and nodded in response. He handed me a piece of paper.
I wished to ask who gave it to him, but I couldn’t. Felt like my vocal cord was blocked. My throat was hurting as if I had swallowed a handful of stones.
I kept staring at the boy until he walked out of the hospital.
I looked into the piece of paper and unfolded it.
“We found out who it was. His name is Trenten Martens. He is here in our cave. Come as soon as possible. From: MM.” I read carefully what was written in the note.
It was from Maya and Micheal. After reading the note, anger-fueled inside me.
The next moment, I went outside of the hospital, ran and took a cab. I bulged inside of it and gave my destined address.
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