her untold story

When Jennifer called out her best friend's name, she was welcomed by utter silence. Taking off the heavy boots that she wore, her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she wondered why no one was at home. Even though only Maya knew of her step sisters homecoming, she exoected her to atleast carry out the duty if welcoming her home when she arrived. Her feet were sore from running around shop after shop from the airport to buy gifts for everyone. Expressing her excitment as she bought the ournaments and jewellery her mother adored dearly. The high expectations she had of getting atleast a welcome party after returning home seemed to shatter. Moving upstairs in a jiffy, her eyes scanned the mansion as she called out Maya's name over and over again. Her hands feelimg the rails at the sides of the staircase, memories flashing as she remembered whenever they played on this stairs. Five years did quite a number on people, diffrence so outstanding you wouldn't even know they were the same age. The mystrey however stood on the fact that Maya was more well fed and relaxed her at home, than Jennifer was in the military. Her mental and badily health had however prooven detoriating over the years she lived with her brother amd mother. It was as though she was in a prison, one she couldn't get out of. Her eyes fell on the water that began to flow out of the bathrooms. Reflecting itself on the shiny marble floor of the luxurious house, it moved as though it had a mind of it's own and made it's way wherever quantity directed. Running towards it, breath hitched in her lungs at the sight that met her. Remaining stagnant in one place as her lips fell open, blood rushed to her heart as nausea inhibited her braincells. She wanted to scream, fall to her knees amd scream out loud for help. But somehow, that was never the case to her, she couldn't find the strength to move even a single muscle. Her heart cracked into half. Strength seemingly leaving her knees as she stared at the sight that slowed down the beating of a heart she once owned. Water still over flowing from both of the taps as sorrow and grief arrested her. Denial reigned on her as she convinced her mind and heart that what was before her was nothing but a mere hallucination. It wasn't her, it couldn't have been her best of friends and adopted sister. Jennifer hartling fell on her knees as she struggled to weakly reach the tub that had still been over flowing with water. At this moment, there was no need in trying to differentiate between pain of the heart and pain of the lungs. She stared at the body once more. Her best friend lying inside the tub. The marks off beatings scattered all over her body. She could have been that she was muddered, as though the scars stood as a symbol of the struggle and fight she put up before she welcomed her demise. But was that really the case, because, when Jennifer looked dowm at the empty little tin, realization dawned on her. She got ahold of the empty medicine bottle she'd died holding. Reading the inscriptions correctly, tears finally recollected themselves in her eyes as she discovered the deadliness of the tylenol overdose she'd takem. There was no point in trying to wake her, her skin had turned pale amd white from the result of probably laying stagnant in the water for way too long. She was as gone as her sweet voice everytime she fidgeted and tried to get her bestfriend and sister to come back home from vietnam. She was as gone as the sweet smiles she always sent her way everytime they facetimed. As gone as the comfort she brought to the broken family that once stood because of her. Death was as deadly as a python, striking when least expected and consuming almost all the life a person had been left holding on to. Truth is, that even in the final moments of death, there's always the space left by it to finally let go and stop fighting for your life. To give up and let the immortal force take over completely. To submit to the will and the reality that the world you were living in had finally accepted your departure. She'd suffered way to much to just want to end her life, jennifer had questioned the treatment her mother amd brother gave her, suspecting it mafe her look malnutried and sick. But when she appeared an introvert and seriously depressed. Plans were booked to get her with the best physiologists in the country. Therapy seemed like the best solution for her, to give her a chance to talk to anyone else but her adopted mother who also run her own physchology firm. Jennifer could not bring herself to stare at it once more, her eyes had been soo full of life when they had talked this morning. Countless plans they had both made to visit malls for atleast Maya's wadrobe change. They'd agreed that Maya would atleast goto one of the local bars, and try living out the little cheeky shell she biult herself inside. She was finally getting her vacation from the army. Excited to get to her family and meet the sister she never had. Had this been the scene waiting for her for two hours now. To get home, try calling her bestfriend and find her dead in the bathtub. Regret attacked her when she realized that if she'd arrived two hours ago, perhaps, just perhaps, events like this would have taken a diffrent course. Her eyes shut as her silence overwhelmed the atmosphere. She was dead, her bestfriend was dead. How could it be. She'd only stayed with them for fourteen years, legally adopted by her mother when she was left with no one. She was not only her bestfriend but also her sister. A daughter to her own mother. Sharing the same brother. Jennifer stooped closer and finally got the courage of pulling out the dead body from the flooding water. Swallowing a sob as her vision turned blury with the tears she fought to hold back. Her hands dug into the cold blood stained water, as she shot her arms around her cold fragile legs. Another arm behind her neck as she pulled out the body from the water. She stumbled back from the weight, falling back on the floor and holding the body in her lap. She lost no time in wrapping her arms around her, hugging her one last time as her anguish finally got the best of her . Pain wrapped firmly around her beating heart, it's thorns pricking the little fragile organ and instaling it's venom in. Her strungled moans and cries had swallowed her into a world of sorrow amd disbelief. Her bestfriend's lifeless body now in her arms. She procceeded to cry harder and harder as she called out her name over and over again. A lump biulding up in her throat as she failed to believe the moment she was now living. "No no no ..maya wake up, i came back ..i..im home now. Please wake up!" And a combination of many other words in attempt to get her bestfriend to respond. She'd procceded to tell her that her boyfriend finally proposed. That part of the reason she came was to finally introduce her bestfriend to her fiance. She explained wearily that there wasn't a moment she'd stopped thinking about her, and missing her. Telling her how much she yearned to hear her say i told you so. Because she was the first person to tell her that Marcus and her were made for each other. And exactly like she'd said, they were now engaged. Tears continued to flow as she remebered the rare moments when maya and her actually spent quality time together. Despite both of them turning twenty six today, Maya had still been living inside their house even after turning eighteen. She had ignored the matter simply because maya had been spending quality time with her mom amd brother for those past years. For a long time, she thought she'd lost her bestfriend to her own family. Like game that her family had been playing to see what oarty ended up with utter ownership of another soul. The constant therapy session her mother and maya had, to help her cope with the death of her parents. It was surprising to see her own mother care for anything other than money. She had been a materailistic woman from the beginning and everything she did was for the money. Had they stopped to think that perhaps, the puppet in their game if strings had a beating heart that had already been broken. That perhaps all she'd needed was love and affection. Had they all been soul participants in her death? Each of them giving their share if toture and toment to a girl given to them to take care of and nature. Was this how this people treated anyone whose veins didn't flow with the barbaric love of their family. Maya's relationship with Jennifer's brother had improved over the years, Maya had started spending almost all her time with Nathaniel. In a room they'd clearly stated out of bounds, at the far corner of the house that not even their mother was allowed to enter. The defeated scream she finally let out when maya responded to none of her statements was heartbreaking. She was gone.. And no one was there in her final moments. But perhaps in this revelation, dark truths would finally begin to surface.