A Teen Girl Is Calling!

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Short Story by: Basma Ibrahim Taha

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Status: Finished | Genre: Literary Fiction | House: Booksie Classic

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The fifteen year-old Marian is calling Marian the adult. So, how was their confrontation?!

Submitted: February 02, 2018

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      “Why only at night comes all the agonizing thoughts?! why not in the morning, or even in the evening?!” Marian asked herself repeatedly with no answer. Mr. Mind refused to show her mercy. He
      just dragged her arm forcibly to find herself in a place out of this world. she sees a teen girl standing amidst the crowd. not in the street but at home. Marian narrows her eyes a little. she
      is familiar with this furniture. then she begins examining people’s faces. Oh, This is her aunt. This is her other aunt. Another woman whom was found to be a neighbor. Back to the girl; she is
      standing before her mother who can hardly breathe. it has been a week since she started to feel unwell before she couldn't finally make it to the bathroom alone!
    

      The girl stands all impotent. she is just rubbing her eyes with her sleeve and so does Marian who is standing at the doorstep. But Marian cried more because she knows what will happen after
      five minutes! Forgive me reader, the mother will not die! while the girl was using her school notebook as a fan for her
      suffocated mother, an ambulance siren announced its arrival! All of a sudden, a chaotic movement roamed the place. the mother gathered all the power remained in her and gave the girl the most
      intimate hug that she will never forget. It was much like a farewell hug. the mother whispers in her ear “just take care of
      your siblings!” Is it a melodramatic story? At this moment Marian knelt to her feet before Mr. Mind, begging him to return her back safe to her night. she was being tortured by intensity
      and reality!
    

      The mother was held downstairs. The door was slapped for the girl to cry as she had not done before. Her days before that day were brimful of joy and luxury just because of the woman that has
      just left! The girl rushed to her mother’s room where her clothes were scattered on the bed and on the floor. still in her trauma, she gathered them all in her lap, the same way a mother would
      do with her son’s shreds before hugging them with her tiny arms! the girl is not a mother yet, but she has a heart of a mother! Marian is still standing at the doorstep. she wanted to rush
      towards the girl to pacify her, to say, “sweet girl, all this will go away! your mother would be safe home! She will do for you the same things she was doing. You will have all the time to
      compensate each and every sad moment you came through. you would grow together. She will attend your graduation! She will clap for you till her hands got red! She will be proud of you and she
      will always pray for you! However, Marian couldn’t make it to the poor girl. she was talking, screaming, waving and shouting but they were in two totally different worlds!
    

      “Marian, wake up sweetie. You will be late for work! Oh, you slept with your laptop” said Marian’s mother in her usual kind way. Marian woke up in a panic state. She couldn’t catch her breath.
      She found her laptop on the sleep mode. “Oh, God! what’s wrong sweetie?! Did you see a nightmare?” said the mother in a worried state. “A-nightm-mare! yes, yes a nightmare.” replied Marian. Her
      mother gave her a glass of water. Marian realized that she was late for work. It was already 7:45 a.m and she had to leave home at 8:15 a.m. she gathered her stuff quickly and went to work. At
      the break time, she opened her laptop to find what she never expected: a Word document in which she wrote “Why only at night comes all the agonizing
      thoughtssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
    

      Certainly, the word astonishment will not do justice to her state then. She opened her Facebook page. she found the
      familiar, daily seen What’s on you mind? box. She wrote “Never have your laptop on bed before you sleep!” Post.
    