The Tangled Thread of Fate
Ep 1: Emma
Emma Collins
Mama! Mama! Mama, wait! Don't leave me. Mama, please...
I woke up with a jerk as tears were streaming down my cheeks. It has been ten years since the tragic incident, yet it still haunts me. I remember the day, that moment so vividly. An incident that forever altered my life.
I could feel the sunlight on my skin. The bright light was a clear sign that it was time to leave the bed. It was going to be another day living my worst nightmare.
But with the realization that there's no way out but to live life, I threw over the blanket and pulled myself out of bed. The moment I slipped into my warm slippers, there were loud knocks on my door that made my body instantly tense up. I knew what was coming.
William Collins
Open up the goddamn door, Emma!
My father yelled as he continued to aggressively knock on the door. He was not a man of patience so I hurriedly over to unlock the door.
William Collins
What the bloody hell were you doing inside, keeping the door locked?!
He furiously yelled as he stormed into my room.
William Collins
Don't try to give me excuses, you fucking piece of shit. The next time you try to lock the door think about how useless you are and how big of a mistake it was to let you live.
William Collins
Your mother was the epitome of success. But you! You really are the living definition of failure.
He blurred out the words as if they weighed nothing. To him they didn't but those words had long before dragged me down into a hollow life.
Ep 2: Jake
I shrieked as I myself skimmed my fingers over my bruises. They did create a burning sensation but I knew they would go away. I have become very knowledgeable when it comes to bruises by this point of time. Not sure if that is a flex though.
I tiptoe down the stairs to grab a bag of ice in case the burning sensation becomes too much.
Our living room was pitch black. The curtains were drawn and the bulbs there were thrown out months ago. I also had to keep a lookout for the pieces of glasses on the floor. And phew! I finally reached the freezer.
Susan Smith
What the fucking hell?!! What ya taking from my freezer?
My mom's voice echoed through the hallway. Uh-huh, this is not going to end well. She was already in the kitchen by the time I grabbed an ice pack, shut the freezer and turned around.
Jake Smith
Mom, chill. I was just grabbing some ice.
I explained as I held up the ice pack.
Susan Smith
No! You were just trying to steal my booze! You thief! You liar!
See what I have to deal with? My mom being an alcoholic is also not something I can quite flex about. I just decided to keep my mouth shut and head back to my room.
As I took one step forward an empty bottle of wine shattered right in front of my feet.
Susan Smith
You bloody asshole...
I bent down to clean it up so that neither of us hurt ourselves. But just then another bottle of wine hits my head. This one was full and as the wine flowed over my bruises it caused a terrible burning. I rushed over to the bathroom to wash it away. Back in the kitchen, my mom was still screaming.
Susan Smith
That's what you get for lying and stealing my booze!
Ah, don't worry. It's just another day of my not-so-nice life.
Ep 3: Emma
When these phrases have surrounded you every second of the day, you don't need someone to say it to you. It keeps ringing in your ears.
Dad had gone out to grab some groceries. He always went out in the evening. He told me he wanted the house to be spotless by the time he came back.
The house has always been spotless and I knew I didn't actually have to clean anything. But there is always that one spot somewhere that denies to be cleaned. And that one single spot is always the death of me. So, with a broom and towel I set myself to work.
I was almost done with the cleaning when the ringing of the doorbell echoed through the house.
I was just left with arranging the cushions in the living room. And putting the broom and towel back in place. The cushions didn't need anything except a little touch up which could also be avoided, which I did avoid. I rushed to put back the broom and towel in its place when I heard the twist of the door.
Just a few more seconds and all would have been well. Except it wasn't.
I had one single task. A goddamn single task! But I still messed it up. I still had the broom and towel in my hand when my eyes locked with dad's.
His jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed. His hands grew tighter around the pack of groceries he was holding.
William Collins
What is this?
His voice was cold and sharp enough to cut through. I didn't need to ask what it what, I knew.
William Collins
I told you to have the house cleaned spotless by the time I came back. But here you are.
He stopped for a brief second and I had a slight hope he would let go.
William Collins
I told the trash to clean the trash. How on earth can that be possible, right?
William Collins
You bitch!
William Collins
I fed you, I financially supported you, I raised you, I did everything for you! I am your father!
William Collins
And what did I get in return? You can't even clean the house, goddamn it! You...
Biological, yes. But you're not my father. He kept on saying but his words vanished into thin air for me. The ground had pulled me in and the aura of life in me kept dimming until it was no longer there.
After the storm had passed, dad went to bed. I am the one being said things to and he's the one raging off to bed and now sleeping soundly.
Great, such a father figure!
I sat down in the ground of the living room itself. I didn't have it in myself to move. I waited until I was sure dad had completely drifted off to sleep.
The kitchen door creaked less, so that was my best way out. I desperately needed some fresh air. And there was only one place I could go to. Moonfall Bridge. That is the one place where peace and solace find their way to you.
It was pitch black outside but I knew the roads would take me there. And they did.
The place was as beautiful as ever. The moon lit up the bridge perfectly. Not too bright but yet perfect to admire the beauty of the lake there.
Well, the lake seemed rather intimidating today. Perfect to drown in...
Wait, no! I can't let my intrusive thoughts win. But a swim would be nice, no?
I climbed over the railing and steadied myself. Then I jumped right into the lake.
The water was freezing cold but somehow it was soothing. It felt nice. If only I could drift off... Water was coating my face. Am I drowning? But it feels so nice. Maybe I can really drift off.
Before my eyes closed shut I could see the silhouette of a person standing over by the bridge. The person seemed to be yelling. Perhaps they are letting out their anger.... My eyes shut closed and death had finally started to embrace me.
But then, I heard the splash of water.
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