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Hub: Story telling




firdauz

7 months ago

Storytelling

EMBERS OF THE UNSPOKEN

Episode 1-2

Her house was only a short walk away. So walking back was not a big deal, as she stroll along the road rubbing her belly gently as another contraction fluttered through her.

The house was odd when she stepped inside, the type that send chills through your veins, there was a shift in the usual air around the house.

Sterling should’ve been miles away. Vanessa should’ve been at work. But Mira felt a presence in the air, like someone was present. A wrongness.

Then she heard it.

A muffled laugh.

A gasp.

A woman’s voice.

Mira’s heart froze. Her feet moved on their own. She climbed the stairs quietly, the ache in her chest growing heavier with each step. She kept checking everywhere to see if she could find something to protect herself from the intruder, Incase there was an attack on her.

The bedroom door was slightly open.

She peep through the open door.

Her world ended.

Sterling Daniel—her husband.

Vanessa Cole—her best friend.

Together.

On her bed.

On her due date.

She subconsciously open the door wide, to be clearly visible to them

“Mira—wait—!” Vanessa shrieked, scrambling for the sheets as she noticed her presence.

“It’s not—” Sterling stuttered, running down from bed, reaching for her.

But she ran.

Down the hallway, her tears blurring everything, her side kept hitting the wall, the sharp pain from the contraction was long forgotten, the pain in her heart as taken over her whole body.

 She reached the top of the stairs just then, sterling caught up with her and held her arm causing her to stop.

“Let me explain!” Sterling shouted, panic rising. Vanessa hurriedly push him aside and stood desperately in front of Mira.

“Mira, please,” Vanessa cried, grabbing her arm. “Listen—”

“Don’t touch me!” Mira screamed, ripping her arm away.

Vanessa grabbed her again. Panic made her reckless. The two women struggled—Mira sobbing, Vanessa begging, their hands tangled in desperation. Vanessa was desperate to explain herself to her.

Sterling stepped forward to separate them, his voice sharp with frustration and confusion.

“Stop it—both of you!”

His hands landed on Mira’s shoulders.

Not hard.

Not meant to hurt.

But enough.

She was standing too close to the stairs.

Her balance slipped and flipped backward.

Mira reached out for something—anything—

But there was nothing to hold.

She fell.

Down the stairs.

Down into silence.

Down into nothingness.

Then there was a moment of deafing silent, Vanessa’s scream cracked the air and break the silence.

Sterling’s face went pale.

Mira's body landing on ground with a loud sound.

The last sound she heard was Sterling shouting her name—

Too late.....

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