⚠️ Trigger warning: Mention of
abortion, details of domestic
violence and abuse.

They always shout and fight at each other from the day I remember. I coiled away as I heard another shout and crawled further under the table. As far as I know, my mom is really headstrong. She believes in standing up for herself. She had changed and matured a lot during these 12 years. She has her own reputation and name. She has more than enough money to support herself. But still he believes that he is superior than her. He always controls her according to his wishes and mom hates it. This is the major reason for most of their arguments. He is not as successful as mom and has his own set of financial problems. Their current argument is due to this reason.

He always takes mom's money without asking her saying that her money is also his. But he never talks properly to her unless he want some money. I have rarely seen them having any proper conversation after one year of their marriage. He didn't love her. He wanted her money. She never loved him. He was just a coping mechanism for her to move on from her first love, my dad. My mom believes in living in the present and forgetting the past. This is also the reason for my mom avoiding me. She has never said anything with love to me. She never called me her baby. She really regretted having me.

'Regret'. She thought that she should never regret any thing in her life. That she should live her life to the fullest and make her own name. So she never gave me a chance to see this world, to see her face, to call her mom, to feel her love... I was a mistake she never meant to make. The fruit of my parents love, yet left alone by them. My mom really loved my dad. But she wanted someone who's more stable in their life. So they went in their own ways. But in between the tangle of their disagreements, she got to know about me. I was really happy to meet both my parents. But my dad went away and my mom didn't want me. She got rid of me within the 4th month.

I wasn't a boon to her like most of the mothers, I was just a burden that she badly wanted to get rid of. I never met my dad. I didn't want to. I didn't know him much. He didn't interact with me at all. My only acquaintance was mom. And I badly wanted to meet her before she took my life. So I decided to follow her. I was with her from the moment I left her body. I always watched her. I always thought that if I was alive, I would want to be bold and independent like her. Even though she deprived me of my right to the world, I didn't hate her. I love her with my whole life because she is my mother.

I flinched as I heard the sound of him beating her. I peeked from under the table to see him brutally hitting her. My mom was drained from crying and couldn't stop him. I was not able to do anything but watch him attack her. I flinched and sobbed with each beat she got. She now had blood and bruises all over her face. I couldn't stop myself from crying, I couldn't see her suffering.

I stared with wide eyes as he finally struck her head with a sculpture. I understood that this was her final moment. I knew she couldn't see me. But still I wanted to somehow comfort her. As she laid on the floor heaving for breaths she just lifted her head and looked in my direction. I was surprised! Did she see me? I wanted to believe that she saw me. Her eyes were drooping, and just before she closed her eyes, she looked at me and gave me a smile. I smiled back at her even though I was not sure she could see me, and spoke my first word to her, "Mom...". Then she gave up and closed her eyes. She's no more.

He just stared at her body and checked her for pulse. When he couldn't feel anything, he started to panic and clumsily ran away. I stared at her body with tears and slowly walked outside the room. I went outside and sat nearby the small lake that I had come to love by the years after seeing mom and this house. After some time police and ambulance came, and crowded the house. There were reporters covering the crime scene and flashes of camera. After some time I saw her husband being led inside the house by some officers handcuffed.

Several hours passed, I still stayed by the lake. It was dawn. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me. I looked up and saw her smiling me with tears in her eyes. I smiled back at her through sobs. She sat beside me still smiling and touched my face. Then she uttered a word that I have longed to hear for a long time... "Baby...", she called me. Finally the barrier broke and we cried hugging each other. Finally I united with her in death. For a long time I was left alone, but not anymore!



Hey guys😄,

I hope everyone loved this one-shot. This was really experimental as I didn't want to spook my readers with the very first story. So I decided to start with an emotional paranormal story.

I wanted to create an awareness with an emotional touch, and that led to the making of this story.

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