Chapter 28: Family meeting

‎As they walked away, Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that something was profoundly wrong. The Ariadne walking beside her was a perfect replica, The spark was still there. The life, the fire.

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‎But what she don’t know is that the real Ariadne—the one who had been her best friend for twenty years—had been left behind in a room in her mind, trapped in a place where she can’t cry out for help, trapped by the very people who were supposed to be the world’s protectors.

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‎And as they strolled towards the elevator, the serene smile never once left Ariadne’s face, while the ghost of her true self screamed silently from a cage of her own mind, a captive audience to a horror that no one would ever believe.

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‎"you know you can tell me anything, just tell me if they did anything to you, I don’t care if they are heroes or God I will drag them from their high position down to the very ground, even if I don’t have the power to make it happen, but I will still find a way to make it possible, all you have to do is to tell me or give me any sign. "I said.

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‎Ariadne looked at me with that gaze again, the gaze that say everything is alright, but she still said the word to me.

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‎"I am okay harry, you don’t have to worry for me, everything is right, there is nothing wrong so stop worrying.

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‎She said I should stop worrying, but why do I feel that I should worry more that I am not worrying enough. maybe I was just tired and I need rest, I thought to myself

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‎"let’s go home fast, I am already late, mum is going to explode by the time I reach home, she is not as lenient and free like your mum. "Ariadne said.

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‎Harry choose to ignore his feeling seeing that she is talking alright. but only if he know the truth.

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‎"you are right, aunty is going to complain again and I am sure words are going to get to my house. "I said.

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‎we finally reached the place where we are supposed to see cabs, but we didn’t find anything. maybe it’s because we already In the middle of the night, maybe they have close their business.

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‎But some cars still operate in the middle of the night, I said to my self. luckily for us when we walked forward we came across a cab that’s going towards our area. we quickly entered and left.

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‎we didn’t want to waste more time, aunty chat was already spamming my ’We chat’, I don’t even know what to say to her, I don’t know why she is contacting me when are daughter is right there. As I am now I am almost hopeless because I am certain I will receive a long lecture from my mom too. who gives me enough freedom, but this time I ain’t escaping that lecture.

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‎The driver that was driving us even asked why we were late, he told us that most of the driver as gone home, he is just leaving for home after driving his last customers home, that if the road to their place is not around his own house part, that he would gladly ignore them on the road. he said the world was already unsafe, that if god is to protect us we most first protect our self first.

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‎in one word the driver gave us an opening preview to the lecture we are going to receive from both of our parent, the lecture was long and we can only nod along, we can’t shut the driver down, after all he is like our helper even though he is collecting our money. if we annoy him and he then decided to drop us on the road because of our word, the fault and danger will only be on us.

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‎Ariadne was quiet near me, I don’t know why but since she came outside from that room I feel that she has changed somewhat.

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‎So most of the lecture fall on my own head, it fall to me to nod along to say, yes sir, okay sir, all the approval word to signify that I am listening, that I am not dosing off.

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‎Ariadne house was before mine so she got down before me. before we reached her house I have contacted her mother that we have arrived that Ariadne will explain the reason why we were late, that they were sorry that they won’t do it again.

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‎After thirty minutes I reached my house, so I gave the driver his fair and tell him goodbye.

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‎Now I am standing in front of my house, trying to psyche myself for the upcoming lecture. I can still see the living light on so I know that someone is still awake In the room.

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‎While I continue to psyche myself I heard a voice from inside, a feminine voice that wasn’t loud nor quiet. but that voice gave me goosebumps.

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‎That was my mother voice, that was the voice she use for me when I put myself inside trouble.

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‎"Come inside Harry, let’s get this done, we all need to sleep, so the quicker you enter the quicker it will end.

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‎I breath in and out for my last psyching, I then pushed the door, I entered into my home of close to 12 years, yet the home felt like I was entering a place full of predators, predators that have decided that I am the main attraction for today.

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‎The scene I saw in the living room almost made me jump in fright. in the room I saw my mom and all my siblings gathered, even the ones that have already have their own family that are no longer living with us were there.

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‎They all filled the room living a empty chair in the middle that I am very sure is meant for me. A sit of judgement.

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‎They all gathered in the room for me. My eyes went to door, the only barrier that can separate me from this reality. but before I can make the decision of escaping I was warned.

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‎"don’t even think of doing it, just come here sit down on this lovely chair that’s meant for you, sit down on it to receive your judgement dear last born. "one of my siblings said.

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‎i walked slowly towards the chair slowly to try and slow my predestined doomed, in my mind I already know that no matter how slow I walked I won’t still be able to escape the doom of the living room.

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‎So in my mind I am praying for the great writer who is writing this scene to save me from it.

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‎(writer in the background: sneezing could be heard from the writer room. "is an ungrateful character asking to be saved or is it just my imagination. It should be my imagination because I ain’t saving anybody from a beautiful lecture.)

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‎writer scene end now back to Harry

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‎why do I feel like I was abandoned to my own doom.