I went home trying to digest what happened. My mother had cleaned my room- put away my books and tidied up my always untidy closet. My bed was made as if ready to sleep in. How long would she do this? Would she come to realize one day how useless it is ? Would she move on from my memories and actually…forget me? I couldn’t bear the thought so I redirected my mind to immediately pressing matters.
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It wasn’t easy to remember. Most of the memories just before my death was a blur but I tried hard to think…even the slightest bit of info that would shed light on who this person was. And why they never helped me…Why they never came forward after the accident…They had to have seen what happened.
“Ophelia!”
I started as I remembered her shrill voice. She had cried out the first time the car ran me over but…she never came running towards me. She ran, of course…In the opposite direction. Away from me…as I was crying for help. And…
I had cried out to her but all I heard in response was…
A faint song.
I felt cold as I realized what song it was. She had written the lyrics. She had set them to tune. She had had it as the ring tone of her mobile as far as I remembered.
Her heavenly voice that earned her dozens and dozens of prizes.
Maya…My best friend.
To be continued...
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