Silent Plea: The Day My Mother Ignored My Final Cry

When I opened my eyes, I looked around my surroundings. The lights were off, and it was a familiar place. There is a simple single bed, with brown blanket, a table and chairs at the corner of the table, a single mahogany bedside table with a modern round table lap. On the other side of the room, there is a wooden white cabinet and beside it there is a full length mirror.

I stand in the mirror but I didn't see any reflection, it frightened me that I fell down on my knees. But I felt nothing. Not even a sound came out. I look at my hands and they are transparent like water.

"What is wrong with me?" I whispered. As A stood up, a memory flashed before my eyes.

I was outside the university, standing and staring blankly at the floor. It was my birthday today. My friends, Courtney and Jonas already greeted me and gave me their blessings, but the person I want to hear the blessings for seems to have forgotten what today is. My mother. I called her and asked where she was. She said that she was going to my cousin's Angeline's 18th birthday.

I almost blurted out to her that it was also my birthday but I think she doesn't even care at all. I bitterly chuckled. Is she really my mother? Forgetting her own child's birthday. This is not the first time it happened. It is always the same every year. Why do I still wait for her when it's highly unlikely that it will change.

I sighed deeply and decided to walk home instead of coming to Angeline's birthday. But before I even took one step, a black van without plate numbers stopped in front of the university and pulled me inside. There are four men inside. My heart began to beat fast.

"W-Who are you?" I stuttered. They have this black cloth covering their face other than the eyes and nose to let them breath and see. Who are they? "I-I don't have any money with me, please let me go..." I pleaded to make them spare me.

"I don't think that it will work, young miss. You should not go home at this time of night without anyone with you. It's bound to happen," one of the men said. My body trembled. What are they going to do with me?

"I'm not rich, my mother doesn't have anything to give you," I reasoned out. I tried my luck but they just laughed at me.

"Is that so? Then we don't have any reason to let you live since you see us, you're going to report us to the police as soon as we let you go," said another. I shook my head and held the hem of the man near me.

"I promise I won't, as long as you let me live! Please! I'm begging you!" I cried. They just laughed at me and they tied me up and put a gag on my mouth. Tears not stopping to flow from my eyes. Why today? Am I really cursed at having this kind of life? Not loved by my own mother, my father is nowhere to be found, and my family thought that I was just a troublesome kid who just wanted attention.

I just want to feel some love too. Is that too much to ask?

After an hour, the car stopped. I looked at my surroundings. They stopped in a abandoned asylum. They went down the car and they picked me up. I struggled to break free.

"Stop squirming, you brat!" They punch my stomach hard. It hurt so much, that I curled up like a fetus in the womb. They went to the building and came in to one of the rooms. There is some furniture inside, maybe they were left behind after the asylum closed. They threw me to the ground without care. Even aching, I scrambled away, but they laughed at me as if I'm a mouse that is being played by the cats for entertainment.

"So, what should we do with her?" asked one. I went to the corner, silently crying and praying for help. A man who was near to me sneered when he saw what I was doing.

"Are you praying for help, young miss? Too bad, no one will know what will happen to you, but I will give you one last chance. Call someone... The one you think will help you."