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Tragedy Crime

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Tragedy Crime

Memories Of The Dead

Memories Of The Dead

3 mins
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The busy world honked and shouted for hours long. I could not wait any longer. I waited for hours long, watching the occupied vehicles roam across the road. I remain untouched, looking at the whole world in hyper-lapse. In the middle of my fantasy, I felt the phone buzzing from a distance. I shook my eyes, travelling back into the real world. I opened my bag and grabbed my phone, holding it close to my left ear. I heard loud footsteps as if someone were running in a life and death situation. "Hello? H-hello?" I cried while trying not to erupt. "Honey, this is your mom. I need you to come and find me. Someone is planning for murder.", she shouted. "How do I precisely know that you're my mom?" I questioned. "And besides, mom is at work. Please, do not disturb me at the moment!" I raged out and threw the phone into my bag.


My mind could not resist the fact that thousands of people are doing this to me every day. It is not funny rather very irritating. I walked away from the bench feeling low, feeling as if I had so much on my plate that it damaged the perfect circle even when nothing of that sort had happened. I walked away from the room of hyper-lapse climbing the stairs of reality. I flipped the scarf around my neck, hiding the entire portion. 


The media does have the instant audacity to run towards and ask me queries. I could not withstand the world wanting to run behind my back for every move I make on the chessboard and even revamping my decisions. I was moving across the road with my black sunglasses on. I kept walking until I reached the nearest shop. "Naomi!", someone exclaimed. "I heard someone say my name," I mumbled to myself. I raised my eyebrows, narrowing my eyes, reaching out to the source of the loud cry. I kept walking forth into the pool of taunts. There were no people but scratches on the glass window. Visible fingerprints scraping all across the floor, I took a step back. Closing my eyes, I went deeper into the world of hallucination. 


"Naomi!", I turned my head down to the bottom of the continual hole. The deeper she goes, the more I don't hear or see. I was at the edge of the cliff waiting to pull my mother up by throwing off a rope. But, it was too late. 


I opened my eyes back to the empty shop. "Naomi! Naomi!", someone screamed. I rushed questioning why I even came to this place. Walking out, I felt whizzing my ears. Feeling stars in my head, I saw all black. 


In a sudden start, I woke up with her picture and flowers all around it. "Does that mean it meant everything at all?"


Memories sometimes haunt you until you die...


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