You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 467

"Fifteen years... Only fifteen years they gave him..."

"It’s unbelievable... but at least we don’t have to do any more of these annoying formalities. Elizabeth can now focus on recovering." — Trevor said, comforting my mom while Kevin followed them beside me... who was staring blankly at the little motion of my feet... exhausted... out of reality, while I still could listen to them talk.

"She has to recover, who will help me at home if not."

"..."

’... Sigh... they never knew that it was because of this conversation that I left home soon after...’ — I thought reminiscing of my past decisions while I saw myself staring at them... to then be asked by Kevin how I was doing.

"Elizabeth, are you alright? We’re going home now, you should get in the car."

"... What’s wrong?" — Trevor asked waiting for me and Kevin to get in... and the me back then met his eyes... which made my inner distress snap.

"... I’m not alright."

"... Why what happened?"

"..."

"... sigh... Kevin, get her in the car already I’m sick of being here." — Mom said, while Trevor got in the car waiting for us... and that’s when controlling my anger... became impossible

"... I’m also sick, but of everything."

"... Elizabeth..."

"You know what happened? A kidnapping happened. To me. But I have a family like this. That’s what happened."

"Elizabeth Lowe! That’s not a way to talk when we’re going through this because of you!"

"Hah... That’s fine. After all, you had to do all by yourself while I was being tortured and Trevor had to put on his pants once in his life to not mess around like he’s used to because the circumstances weren’t the best for it while Kevin probably only watched from the side, hoping I would appear soon no matter dead or alive so YOU, mom, could stop whining about everything I wasn’t there to do in your stead."

"..."

"Elizabeth, you’ve said too much."

"Too much of the truth? Did I hit the nail? I bet you two were more concerned at how troublesome it was to search for me instead of how I was doing or where I was."

"Elizabeth stop talking, that’s not the truth!" — Mom said, offended... but at the time I had no wish to care.

"Oh? It’s not? It’s not~... Then WHY was it only after A WEEK?! It was after a D*MN WEEK you f*cking idiots decided to report my disappearance!! I spent months there!! Months!!"

"Elizabeth we also had difficult months!! Don’t think it’s only you who had it difficult!!" — Trevor yelled as my voice also raised... getting out of the car in an attempt to appear respectable.

"HUH??! SAY THAT AGAIN, YOU F*CKING BAST*RD!!! WERE YOU HUNGRY!? WERE YOU DIRTY, HUH?!! WERE YOU MADE TO GO ALONG WITH A PSYCHOPATH?!!"

"Elizabeth!"

"I DON’T THINK SO!!"

"..."

’...’ — Watching the scene felt more frustrating than in my memories... pushing them, my brothers, while my mom only cried while looking away and my done expression that showed how much I hated it all...

"... you can’t compare... y-you just can’t... it’s not the same, Trevor..."

"... If you want, you still can recover and live a normal life. Don’t make a fuss about it now... it will take time but... we know you can do it."

"Yeah... I’ll recover, sure... But in fifteen years that b*stard will be free, and guess what."

"..."

"Guess what!"

"... What."

"It’ll be all for nothing."

"... Eli..."

"For me, that is. Because you three will walk around without a care in the world since YOU GUYS! YOU DIDN’T LIVE THE SAME F*CKING MONTHS I DID!!"

"?! Where are you going!? Come back here!"

"I’ll walk home!! While I still can do it!!"

It was pathetic to see in a way... my feet still hurt at the time and my walk was unstable and painful for a long time... but the things I said to them without more patience to endure the selfishness even though it became a painful memory... I didn’t regret it. Even now... I don’t believe I said anything wrong although any who ignored the depths of that conversation would think it was a tantrum from an eighteen-year-old girl... But time would calm all of us down... somehow. Maybe not perfectly... but we would calm down.

And that’s what followed in the little jumps Izeneya had prepared for me to recall... the calm of an Elizabeth that tried to live normally while everything looked grey...

The years at University, living alone and getting a job... they all were monotonous and insignificant... nothing I truly felt memorable was shown there besides the people I rejected, the people I met and stopped meeting... it was common and seemingly normal... a time where I used to think the past was the past and I should continue with my life one way or another...

But surely it wouldn’t last forever...

"..... If I... die..."

’.....’

"Maybe then... I’ll feel better... than on the floor..."

*Thump.*

"Sigh... no, no... f*ck... I can’t..... I better go for a walk or I’ll really do it."

To the mumblings my past self made while lowering the knife in the kitchen, I smiled... sorry to know that wasn’t the first time I had held it with such in mind... but I could tell by how I was dressed and the obscurity of the sky outside my small apartment... that that would be the last time...

The stroll I took, empty as always in thought and spirit; tired of dealing with the heaviness I could no longer endure dragging me down no matter how many therapies I followed or medication I took... would lead me to that park I always seated at... to finally meet the one that taught me how to cope with the wounds and scars...

"I’ll share my umbrella and wait with you, darling. You shouldn’t be alone like this."

’Haaa... Hey Granny... long time no see...’

Finally, good memories would start... those in which I would learn to value life as I should... for those I should.