Chapter 2 Death Of A Loved One

It was cancer, but they didn't tell me the truth. They said she would be okay but the cancer has already spread in all the parts of her body. After taking the medications my mum became better than the first day and I believed that she was fine.

I remember the night Madame Helen and my dad were talking in the kitchen, when they didn't notice me and I heard my dad telling Madame Helen that it was too late. The cancer is in her head, it's everywhere. I ran to my room. I couldn't believe what you heard. Looking to the ceiling of my room, suddenly knocking on the door, it was my dad. He told me to go and see my mum. I refused in the beginning but then I went to her. Her face was so white and shining she looked at me. She couldn't speak in the beginning so I touched her and hugged her when she said my name and smiled. She was so tired and couldn't eat for days. Her spirit was dying every day, every hour perhaps every second. Her room was dark with only candles because the doctor said that she must stay calm so that her situation will not aggravate.

The castle began to be peaceful and mute. Sadness spreads throughout the castle, the spirit of death is within the castle, the yard is vacant from red flowers that my mom always liked to pamper; love between my parents is shackled with death. The chilly air invaded our fortress, it's here to take her, and it's waiting for the final time to take my Mom. Soul of death, the method in which individuals die lives in the thoughts of those who survive them. The voice of the doctor who came a lot of times remains in my recollections and how Madame Helen stared at me with tears in her eyes, since she knew the truth and what was waiting for me.

Everyone there knows quite well that my mother will die. I had a tremendous confidence that she would survive, but time was against her might. Medication, medication failed and my mother got abruptly chilly, her lips went blue. My dad was weeping and I was simply gazing at her and praying for her to wake up. She didn't react. My mother always answers, when I used to wake her after a nightmare. She was always present to hear my voice, but not on that day. Soul of death grabbed my mum's spirit and she is not here anymore. My tears stung my eyes and Madame Helen didn't let me for a second she was with me "No one gets it out of here alive." Madame Helen held me, tears in her eyes, and murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I could sense the purest love that was given to me that day, and she then requested me to accompany her to my mother's house to kiss her. I was terrified, and I had no idea why, but that was the sensation I was experiencing. I kissed my mother on the cheek. It was the final time I saw her face before she passed away. The doctor placed a face mask over hers and expressed his regret for what had happened.

Thunder and rain poured down on the castle that night, and there was complete darkness in every chamber. I was about to seal the door to my room when I saw Mr. Philip and Madame Helen carrying coverings to my mother's bed. It was unmistakably done to protect her. I couldn't sleep till the wee hours of the morning that night. When I awoke and walked to my mother's room, I opened the door with a serene expression on my face. I yanked the blanket away from her face and pleaded with her to wake up. Her torso was ice cold. At that point, everyone was fast asleep in the room. It is now time for me to go to my room till the morning. People flocked to our castle in order to find solace. My final sighting of, or I should say my last moment with, my mother was when they removed her from her chamber, her arms flailing.

Madame Helen was standing alongside me, holding my arm in hers. She assured me that she would never leave me alone and that she would be there for me at all times. For a little while, I had the impression that life would be OK; it wouldn't be as amazing as it had been, but it wouldn't be too bad either. I recall the depressing supper I had when I was unable to eat my favourite cuisine, which Madame Helene had always made for me. I glanced at our white cat, who was similarly dejected; my mother had been feeding and playing with him all the while. It wasn't until Mr. Philip informed me one day that I really looked like her that she began to refer to me as the princess. The days were quite tranquil, sorrowful, but devoid of any difficulties. I was seven years old, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing sight of my mother. Madame Helene, on the other hand, was always there for me; she insisted on staying by my bed until I fell asleep so that I could eat and read my books. At times, she was quite close to my mother and a friend of hers. Because my mother is not that haughty lady, despite the fact that she is really affluent and comes from a wealthy background, she raised me in a very positive manner.

Life and death go hand in hand. We're all going to be affected by this. However, it doesn't make it any simpler to cope with or comprehend. When someone close to you dies, it's understandable to search for ways to deal with the loss. We're looking for methods to make things a little bit simpler, as well as a little bit of empathy. So I tried to adapt with the sad fact that happened in my life. I tried to love my life in a very normal way. I thought that it will continue and I will be fine. I never thought that hell was waiting for my mum's death so it will enter our castle.