My tears fell on the hands of the person standing in In front of me, whose large sword is currently stabbed in my chest. It hurts. My heart and body, everything hurts. He wore a mask, and there was a large scar near his eye. He is twisting and pushing the sword deep inside me as if he wants to torture me with pain.
“Why?” I mumbled under my breath as blood spilled from my mouth onto his wrist.
“I am sorry Miss...no hard feelings, I was just hired” He spoke, but I could see his eyes smiling. He is truly enjoying killing me.
This must be a man who might’ve been hired to kill me by him. There is no other person in this kingdom who has a reason to kill me other than him. My father!
He pushed me to the ground, pulling his sword out. His sword is filled with my blood. I fell on the cold wet mud ground. He didn’t kill me completely, but he and I both knew that I am not going to survive. People rarely come to this place, so... He must have left me to suffer unable to run or ask for help but die in pain.
My father must’ve asked him to do this too.
“Are you dying, Anemone?” A voice that my mind recognizes immediately.
It is my father...
He came to the front and stood in In front of me. He looked down at me.
“You should’ve signed the papers the moment I asked, but you didn’t ...honestly, it was your fault that you ended up like this,” he said with a small chuckle.
“Here... sign it, at least now,” he said and threw the papers beside me.
It is a document for transferring my inheritance rights to my brother. How cruel you are, father.
“You don’t want to?” He said and sat on his knees and held my hand. He took a small knife out and cut my finger.
The pain is less than the one my heart and stomach are feeling.
He placed my finger on the paper and took my fingerprint.
“Your mother was not such an easy soul to die, either...it took a lot of work for me to kill her. Damn...why am I becoming a villain? But now my son is the sole heir of the Ebdout family. The second most powerful and richest family. Theodore Ebdout.” He spoke happily as he laughed loudly.
Did he kill my mother? My mother?
“Anemone...it’s fine if you don’t open your heart yet to me because I don’t mind waiting for you to finally understand how much I love you,” she said with a very warm smile
Did he kill her? How?
He glanced at me and snapped his fingers. A few people came to the front.
“Bury her” He ordered.
“Sir, she is alive”
They dug the ground and slowly placed me in the pit. They are burying me alive. As the mud fell on my face. I could feel the suffocation. I can see the smile of my father. Furthermore, I will never leave you, father. I will never!
Even If I die... I will never forgive you. I will destroy you and your whole family. I will destr--
I felt like I fell into a deep, dark pit. Unable to breathe.
God... If you are there...please give me a chance. One chance---
I woke up with a jerk.
There is a bedsheet covered on me. I sat up in a very unfamiliar environment. My home.
“You woke up, Anemone?” A voice that I never wanted to hear... Just as he spoke, a chill went down my spine.
“You know how important tomorrow is, right? So don’t get sick, my poor daughter. I don’t have a choice ...please don’t hate your father”
What is he talking about? Tomorrow? What is tomorrow? Why does he look so young? What is happening?
“Take rest,” he said and left the room.
I looked around, and the room was the same as the time I left when I was 10. I looked at my hands, which looked so small as if they belonged to a child.
I got down from the bed and walked to the smallest and dirtiest mirror placed in my room.
Who is this? Why do I look like this?
“You know how important tomorrow is right? So don’t get sick my poor daughter. I don’t have a choice ...please don’t hate your father”
Come to think of it...I have heard those words before.
I heard them exactly when I was 10, the day before he gave me up for adoption. Does that mean I am 10 now?
Did I travel back in time?
My death! I clearly remember that I was buried alive. My body felt heavy. So how? It is too clear for it to be an illusion or dream. Or is that my future?
God...If you are there...please give me a chance. One chance---
My pleading right before my death.
Did God really give me a chance? Did I really go back to the past? Did I really?
I looked at my hands and my tears fell on them. God really helped me. I am grateful. Thank you... My tears aren’t stopping.
There is no time to cry. I know the future, so this time I must save everything that belongs to me. My family's fortune, myself and ---
My mother’s smiling face flashed in my brain.
I hope I can save her this time. No, I will save her this time.
If Tomorrow is my adoption. I will see her for the first time in my life.
Her soft and affectionate eyes and voice are not leaving my mind. I really miss you, mother.
I really want to see you.
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