PATH TO HELL

Eva POV This is my story. I am Eva Gilbert and I am twenty years old born and brought up in a sweet family. But after my mother's death four years ago, my family have changed their thoughts towards me. I feel suffocated in my own house and feel like leaving it anytime. I am being starved today because I was late to dinner and my stomach aches hard now. I went to the balcony of my room to look at the beautiful stars. The starry night with crescent moon and the cool winds which expresses their cold yet beautiful feeling towards me. I believe that my mother would be watching me somewhere from the heavens and I am not alone here. My father had refused to tell me the reason of her death.The people around speaks a lot of bad words about my mother. They used to say that she was a witch but the woman I had known was actually a kind hearted woman. People even say that at present my mother must be burning in the fire of hell. Thinking about these things makes me upset. A tear crawled down my cheeck and I sniffed. I was starving but still I deny to apologize my step mom for food. The winds that blew past my ears making my hair fly in air touched my soul. It felt as if the winds are blowing so damn hard to dry my tears and helping me get rid of my pain. A cool chilled shiver passed down my spine and I went to my wardrobe to grab a jacket to wear. A beautiful pink coloured woolen jacket which was made by my mother. This one is my favorite and I picked it up and wrapped myself in it. I was thinking a lot about my mother today. I really miss her and now I feel that I should go and see her. It was one in the night. The sky was dark and the stars twinkling. I was scared to escape my thoughts of my mother so I decided to go and see her now. I took the pink woolen jacket and wore a long black jean leaving my hairs loose and I jumped down my balcony. I know that no one, not even my real father would come to check on me so it is very easy to escape from my house. My family doesn't give a s**t about me.I dont like going to the graveyards actually. I feel sick there and its been three years since I have last visited the graveyard or my mother, in other words. I feel that graveyard is not a place where the dead lie but a place where the dead speak. I hear hissing sounds whenever I cross a graveyard and hence I dont like visiting here but today since I am missing my mom so much, I gathered all the courage to go and see her.I know that my mother was a true gem no matter whatever the society talks about her. I started walking on the lonely road with the street lights accompanying me thus paving me a way to the graveyard. The walls of the graveyard had many quotes written about the dead and now I have started hearing the whispers from the dead. I felt that there is someone behind me and I increased my pace. This is not the first time that this is happening to me. I am very much used to it. I have felt someone walking with me many times whenever I cross the graveyard. I had once tried telling my problem to my friend Eddy but he started laughing on me. After that he made a chaos of the small thing by spreading this reality calling it a rumour throughout the class and the entire class started making jokes on me. I usually don't turn back and see who is behind me. I used to do this in a regular interval three years back when I was a regular customer of the graveyard but whenever I used to turn all I used to see was the environment, the graves and the walls but nothing else.All i want to say is that no one ever had originally followed me though i have felt it around me. I reached the gate of the graveyard. It was open today welcoming every outsider. Usually the gate remains closed at night but today it is open. Actually I cross the graveyard everyday because this is the only route to my school but I never dared to enter it. So since the gate was opened I entered it and directly walked to the tree under which my mother was buried. My mother was buried in a secular lonely place alone away from all the common graves because the community thinks that my mother was evil and would snatch other's souls even after death. I dont understand that who the hell teaches the people these things but it's okay, I feel proud that my mother have got a special crowned place. I walked straight to my mother's grave ignoring other's because whenever I change my direction the whisper hissing sound in my ears increases their intensity. There I could see my mother's grave under a huge tree which has now shed all his leaves and feels like a barren tree which lacks nutrition. It was good and green before my mother's death but after the burial of my mother it lost all his leaves. The only thing that is seen now are the branches of the trees measuring every end of the tree and showing a ghostly feature in the night. My mother's grave was all covered with several fences with not even a single door for her loved ones to go and meet her. I had to jump upon the barbed wire to go and meet her. My mother's grave.... a tear fell down my eye when I moved my hand over her grave and kept my head on it. " I really miss you mom.", I said to my mother. I don't care what others say but I know that she is my mom and she was unique while the people around dont respect the unique. My mother's grave was completely dirty filled with the dried leaves and hence I decided to clean up the area so that my mother could sleep peacefully in a clean area. I started gathering the leaves which were spread everywhere on and near the grave in my hands. I removed my jacket to prevent it from getting dirty and used my shirts sleeves to wipe the grave clean. I used my hands to gather all the leaves in one place. One of the leaves even pricked my hand. It was thorny actually and that resulted in blood oozing out of my palm but who cares.My mother was the only one to care about me yet and now she is puffed in an unknown wonderland leaving me alone in this cruel world. After cleaning the area completely, when I got up to have a look at the area I felt good. My hardwork hear had actually paid off and watching my mother's grave shine made my heart feel warm. A bright smile appeared on my face though I was tired because of the intense work. My hairs had become messy and I had to roll them up in a bun. I walked back to my mother's grave and sat beside it supporting my head to the grave and let out a heavy breath off my nostrils. After calming down I was ready to get back to my house when an old man, most probably the worker of this place came near the fenced area. His eyes widened and his jaw fell down amused. His wrinkles showed that he is a very aged man wearing rugged clothes. He was wearing a muffler and a giant coat to save him from the cold. He was also wearing the rain boots, maybe that was all he gathered from different place. " what are you doing in there? The grave belongs to an evil witch", He said and I felt sucked. " My mother was not an evil witch", I said shouting in a resolute tone keeping my point with my eyebrows raised and my hands on my waist. " ooh so your are the witches daughter then I advice you to stay in there and never ever come out because that is exactly the place where you people belong ", the old man spoke. My fury level had now reached its topmost height and I was extremely angry. I was breathing hard and the lights near me went dim while the wind which till now blew like a soft cushion felt furious and slapping. This scared the old man a lot. " what are you doing?", he said in a scary tone begging in front of me with his hands joined but I actually am doing nothing. This sudden change in the environment is not in my hand. How can this man expect that I am doing something. " I am not doing anything ", I said in a confused way and I turned around to look at the things around. Since the tree on top of my mother's grave was leaf less, the place where I was standing was clean but the entire graveyard was now filled with dirt and dry leaves and now uncle had to clean it again. Well I don't know how but this was exactly what I had thought in my mind. " you witch.. I will see you tomorrow ", the old man cried and ran out of the gate.