Chapter 6 - Denial only gives a moment of Escape.
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“When I first got assaulted by these memories, I thought I was going crazy, it took me a while to come to the reality that I wasn’t. Especially when your mother’s body disappeared into thin air, and the only evidence was the baby in my arms and the bloodstains on the floor. I think I sat in the basement for several numbing minutes before that chest box appeared right in front of me and I pulled from my silent hysteria.”
My eyes automatically moved to stare at the chest, before my gaze reverberated back my mother's way. I wonder if she’s been drinking, which would be strange because my mother detests alcohol.
“There was this handwritten note on the chest box which explained a few things to me, like how she comes from a different world and how she's not human but a Fae. It seemed, your life was in danger in her world and she brought you past the veil to keep you safe.”
Pointing at the chest box, she sighs. “That box contains all the things she wanted you to have of her. In her note, she said you were destined to save her world, to protect her people, and she knows when all this is revealed it would be hard for you to accept.”
She’s damn right it’s hard to accept!
“Mum,” I call cautiously, wrapping my arms around hers. “Did you hit your head or fall-”
“I’m not delusional or going crazy Eva, don’t patronize me.” She snaps, causing me to raise both hands in the air as I gaze at her in caution.
I wonder if her new book is stressing her out and that’s why she’s rambling about this nonsense?
“If you don’t believe me, you can read the diary and her letters.”
“How can I read something that’s locked?” I ask, completely baffled by her attitude. “Mum, if you didn’t want to talk about my birth mother all you had to do was say so. I have no idea why the hell you're making up these stories.” I say, rising to my feet.
Throughout her ridiculous babble I'd waited for the punch line, for the laughter, and when none came I honestly just could not understand her motivation for making up such a story.
I can’t, even for the slightest moment consider if everything she’s saying is true? Especially when thoughts of gold specks of dust come to mind. Then there are the unexplainable 180℅ makeovers that pretty much happened overnight.
Shaking my head in denial, I refuse to consider the thoughts of Faeries. I just couldn’t. My life was already a messy freak show, I’d rather not add to it.
I ignore the worried frowns on her face as well as Katie's and make my way to the kitchen to set the table for dinner.
Concerned, she follows after me. “Eva, I swear I’m not-”
“I made spaghetti for dinner. We should eat before it gets cold.”
I didn’t miss the exchange of looks between Katie and my mother, but they kept silent and helped set up. No one brought up the subject of Faerie’s or my birth mother, and we ate dinner in suffocating silence.
I didn’t even dare to ask Katie what her thoughts were because I was too afraid of her response, but she unexpectedly stuck by my side while I was determined to live my life in denial.
An entire week passed with me ignoring the large chest box that still sat in the middle of our living room floor. I did my best to pretend it wasn’t there, I did my best to pretend I never found it in the first place, and I used school to distract my brain.
Like the great friend she is, Katie did her best to act like everything was completely normal. She never brought up the subject, and honestly, her constant presence was the one thing killing off the suffocating tension that now exists between me and my mother.
I could barely look at her on most occasions, and our conversations have pretty much reduced to awkward mumblings.
Things were going as good as they could until Friday night, I laid awake in bed with my eyes focused on my white ceiling.
My body refuses to sleep and no matter how much I try, my thoughts just wouldn’t stop straying towards the dairy and letters in the box. My curiosity was killing me, especially when I take a look at my reflection every morning.
Staring at myself, I'd wonder about my biological parents, if truly I wasn't born human, and where the hell I came from?
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and pretending wasn't doing me any good. So with a sigh of defeat, I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my hair.
Fingering the key chain necklace my mother had given me that night, I contemplate whether or not I should head downstairs towards the chest box.
When she handed over the key, she told me it was for the diary, and that whenever I was ready for the truth I could use it to open the lock on the diary.
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