Chapter forty two: Yohanna's Chaos
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Yohanna Caster is a woman who have the figure of beauty, of curves and shape. But she was not a woman whom most people would want to stay with.
Many people poked and made fun of her.
Many people may be looking for her own welfare, but all of them would soon leave. Because she was too lenient. She was too independent of them. She was clumsy that she needs to be protected so that she won't be hurt or be pained.
Until one day, she realized that she was all alone.
No one loves her.
No one looks for her.
No one is willing enough to help her.
Why? She is beautiful. She has charms.
But not everyone would just be looking of those features.
Not everyone would stay at her.
When she realized those things, she felt the most useless woman of the world.
Indeed, she is. She knew it ever since she became too lenient of the people around her.
But she set aside those thoughts. She moved forward and believed that there will be always those people who would want to help and support her.
There will be always those people who would fall of her charms.
She was wrong. And she despised herself for being that kind of woman.
But old habits die hard. Ever since she was a child, she knew nothing but to be independent. The thought of standing at her own feet had never crossed in her mind.
She treated herself like a princess.
Even though she knew she was not.
Until her family had turned their back towards her.
When she realized it, she felt that the once bright, colorful life she had, suddenly turned dim and gloomy.
Being succumbed into loneliness, she felt like the whole surrounding was of pure blackness.
Just like where she is currently standing.
Tears are falling in her cheeks as every second, she moved her head left and right, trying to find that very people she just saw awhile ago.
She was certain they were those people. The features, the way how they stood, the way how they looked at her, she knew it. It was them. Her parents.
“Mom! Dad! Where are you!” she shouted. Yet, she cannot see where her parents are. The room that they were standing is covered into the darkest hue of darkness.
It felt like the whole surrounding was too wide, for she cannot see anything. Even her own arms or any part of her body.
“M-Mom, D-Dad.” It was then when she cannot hold her tears anymore. It fell down. She sobbed. “Mom, Dad, I miss you,” she whispered.
“You miss us?” from her left ear, a voice of a familiar woman whispered.
He turned her head at the direction, and said, “Mom!” even though she cannot see anything.
“I miss you, my daughter.”
“Dad!” It was then when she shifted her unsure stare at the right side.
“Wh-What is happening? Why are you both here?”
“Because we miss you, my princess,” her Mom whispered.
“But aren’t you both—”
“Shh. You just have to be thankful because we are here.”
She nodded. She felt the same soft finger of her mother placed at her lips, hushing her to silence.
“Let me hug you, my daughter.” A warm, big arms started to wrap and enveloped her body.
It was comforting her. The warmth had released all the anxiety and the fear that her chest has been trying to hold.
She wanted to sleep. To take all the worries away with the enveloping hug of her mother and her father.
It was the best feeling.
That same feeling when she knew nothing but to run towards them, and depend at them and through their comfort until she was satisfied and happy.
The nostalgic feeling was all coming back.
That feeling that she knew shall never come back again . . . because it is over. It is impossible to happen.
“But you were both dead, Mom, Dad. You should not be here, talking to me.”
“Shh . . . I badly miss you my daughter.”
“I miss you too, Dad. But you are not him,” she said, weak and silent, for accepting that fact, was the hardest thing she would be doing right now.
“I am your Father, Yohanna. I grew you into one fine beautiful princess you are right now,” her father told.
“Your father is right, my princess. What makes you hesitate from us?”
Yohanna smiled. A melancholic smile.
“Because I am the one that killed you, Mom, Dad. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have continued my life. I should have ended it. It was all worthless.”
“Did you kill us, Yohanna?” asked her father.
She nodded. She now realized that the room was giving the trick of seeing, hearing, and feeling her loved ones.
If she did not remember that nightmarish scene, that traumatic faces that was staring at her while blood was streaming out of their body and eyes are opened, she would not realize what was happening.
Had she not remembered the horrors of her dead parent's images, she would be trapped longer with the illusion.
“You did not kill us, Yohanna,” said her mother.
“I—I do. It was all my fault why. I-It was all my fault why your car crashed while rushing to the hospital where I was. It was all my fault that I am sluggish and clumsy causing me accident. It was all my fault why you . . . why you died. It was me who killed you.”
“Do you?” asked her mother.
She nodded. “Now, please, Mom, Dad, as much as I want to feel your hug for the longest time I could, please, let me end this.”
She knew that those hugs are not real. It was just a mere illusion. A mere illusion that looked as if a real thing.
But she can't seem to force herself out. For her, it still felt like her own mother and father. So she begged.
But she was not listened at.
“No, stay at our arms,” said her father.
“We miss you, my princess,” said her mother.
They both hugged and enveloped her body. Tight.
“No, please, let me get out of here.”
The hug of the illusion of her parents were tightening more. It was squeezing her body.
“We miss you, my dear princess.”
“We love you, our daughter.”
The hug became tighter.
“Please,” she again begged. The hug were now suffocating her. It felt like someone is gripping her neck until her death.
“We miss you my dear princess.”
“We love you, our daughter.”
Those repetitive simultaneously casted words felt like a cult's evil chant. A shiver ran down in her spine.
“You are not my parents!” she then shouted, trying to escape from the tight hugging. She felt that her bones and body was about to be crushed.
“We miss you my dear princess!”
“We love you, our daughter!”
The both of them shouted those words. Those chant sounded as if they were angry. Or maybe they really were.
“Please!” Yohanna pleaded. She was trying to move her body, but she wasn't able to.
The dark room trembled. Lights started to open, then close, flickering right before her eyes.
Until the light steadied. The whole room turned white.
And she can now see what was the thing hugging and suffocating her.
A white, giant snake with the symbol of red crescent moon at the head. Its body was recoiled all over her, ready to eat her in whole.
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