Chapter 2 Shadows of my past

Daisy POV

"I sank into the darkness, my mind racing with questions. How did I end up in this nightmare? Why is Sebastian branding my father as a traitor?" Thoughts raced through my brain like a runaway train, yielding no solutions.

Flashback******

I've always been shy and timid, afraid to speak up or stand out. It's like I'm invisible, a ghost drifting through life without purpose. And to make matters worse, I've always been bullied relentlessly, their cruel words and laughter echoing in my mind like a haunting melody.

Sometimes, the pain feels too much to bear. I've thought about it all countless times, succumbing to the darkness that threatens to consume me.

Sucide seems like the only escape from this prison of fear and anxiety that I'm trapped in.

But something inside me refuses to let go.

A spark of hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness. So I put on a mask, a fake smile to hide the tears and pain I feel inside.

I pretend to be okay, to be strong, but deep down, I'm dying and suffocating inside.

I cherish the memories of my childhood, when happiness was a warm embrace that enveloped me.

Our family wasn't wealthy, but we had a roof over our heads and food on the table.

My mom's love and care filled the gaps left by my dad's absence. She'd always tell me "Dad loves you, he's just busy with work. Okay?" and I will nod my head in agreement to what she said and believe her. But fate had other plans.

I'm still haunted by the memory of that fateful night, it still lingers in my head like a ghostly shadow.

It was my 16th birthday, I wanted to go out with my friends and have fun. I had begged my mum to let me go out with my friends, and she had reluctantly agreed, but only if we went to the nearby cafe for cake first.

I remember pouting and sulking, not wanting to waste time on dessert. But she had insisted, saying it would be a special treat.

If only I had listened, if only I had not been so fixated on getting my way. We wouldn't have gone out that night, we wouldn't have been on that road, and she wouldn't have...No, I can't bear to think of it.

The pain of that night has left a scar that refuses to heal.

I've replayed that moment a thousand times in my head, wondering what would have happened if I had just listened to her. Would she still be alive? Would we still be together?

I witnessed my mom's life slip away, her eyes frozen in a permanent stare. The sound of her final breath still echoes in my mind, a chilling reminder of the trauma that has defined my life.

My dad was never around much, sometimes I see my dad once or twice in a year, and his absence made me feel abandoned and angry.

I blamed him for not being there to save my mom, for not being able to protect her. But I blamed myself more for being so stubborn.

The pain and hurt of that day lingered, a constant reminder of what I lost.

I still remember that day vividly like it was yesterday. The sound of sirens, the smell of hospital disinfectant, the feeling of my world crashing down around me.

My mom, my beautiful, kind hearted mom, she was my everything, my rock, my confidante and my best friend.

She was the one who had always made me feel safe and loved.

And then in an instant, she was gone. As I grew older, the pain never faded. It only evolved into a dull ache that I carried with me everyday.

As I stood alone by her gravesite feeling the weight of my world crushing down on me, I couldn't help but think about how my mom had always been alone.

She had no family, no friends to speak of, and my dad, her husband was never around.

It was always just us, against the world. I remembered the countless times she had struggled to make ends meet, working multiple jobs to put food on the table and make me happy. It was more like she was a single parent because she did the work of both a mother and a father.

I remembered the nights she had cried herself to sleep feeling lonely and sad like she was failing me as a parent.

But most of all, I remembered the way she had always smiled, even when in the darkest times.

As I looked around at the empty chairs and the silent, unoccupied spaces of abandonment.

My dad who had always been absent was nowhere to be found.

Even in death, my mom was alone. And I was left to face the world alone just like she had.

After the devastating loss of my mom, my world was shattered into a million pieces.

The once vibrant colors of my life faded to a dull gray, and the warmth of happiness grew cold.

I struggled to come to terms with the loss and feeling of being abandoned.

Everything changed in an instant, it's like a part of me died with her, leaving me with a gaping hole that could never be filled.

Time stood still on that fateful day and I've been stuck in a never ending cycle of pain, regrets and longing.

The memories of my mom's loving smile, her infectious laughter and her warm embraces are forever etched in my mind, taunting me with what I've lost.

Since her passing, I've been living in a numbness, growing through the motions of life without any sense of purpose or joy.

I became withdrawn and shy, afraid to let anyone in, fearing they would leave me just like my mom did.

Happiness has become a distant memory, a fleeting feeling I can no longer grasp.

My life has been forever changed and I'm left to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart.