‘Lost’ by Ilsa Tariq

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“I hate you people!” I stomp my foot and slam the door behind my family. Enough is enough. I am tired of sharing the same roof with them. I can’t handle their muttering or grunts anymore; I am leaving.

I barge in the living room and stride across everyone and reach the main door. Everyone looks at me with daggers in their eyes. A second before I shut the door, mom jumps out of the couch, “Wait–”

I sigh and think over my decision one more time: Am I serving them right? What if I am being too hard or cruel? My mind then reaches out to the day when Amy took advantage of mom’s absence and started bossing me around. I also remember the time when father completely dismissed me when I failed one test for the first time and mom grounded me for two weeks. Was not that all that cruel too? I nod. They sure deserve this.

The cold breeze brushes my soft skin while I hear leaves crunching beneath my feet. I tuck my hands in my pockets. Three pathways appear in front of me. I choose my right and spot a sign board which reads, ‘Lost Meadows’. I furrow my eyebrows and shrug. I guess this was the place my fate had already planned me to take.

The tawny lights fade in the atmosphere behind me as I draw deep into a torment of dark green trees. I sense different hisses. I stop… was death written in my fate? Death by snakes? My heart races.

Out of no where, I hear something unexpected. “Are you lost?” A squeaky voice hisses around me. Chills run down my spine.

I take a deep breath and clear my throat, “No.” Pin-drop silence falls in the atmosphere.

“Hmm… Are you sure?” People who are lost usually come here.” The hiss grows deeper.

“I know my way back, alright?” I take a step or two behind.

“Oh, of course you do.” I hear scoffing hisses.

“I just came here because, um… I am just–”

“LOST.” The hiss encircles around me and pins me down to the ground while I yelp. I feel a weight over my chest while I shout at the top of my lungs for help while in constant pain. Dark edges form around the outline of my eyes and I lose consciousness, little by little.

I wake up heavy-eyed. Three heads look down at me. “She’s awake, she’s awake!” I hear a familiar, feminine voice. A worried woman frantically bends down at me and whimpers, “How could you… how could you, honey?”

My voice cracks, “Mom?” she nods and hugs me tight, “You were so lost… and then you left without even informing us properly…” she lays a cold kiss on my cheek and continues, “…we found you in the Lost Meadows….” Realization dawns on me.

A voice hisses in my head, “Co-incidence? I think not.”

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I am an English Language teacher teaching O'Levels Edexcel and CIE A Levels at Froebel's International School, Islamabad. I am also working as a Subject Specialist Literacy consultant for the same school. Writing and reading has always been a passion and I try my utmost to instill these habits and hobbies in my students as well. I can be reached/contacted at fabbas227@hotmail.com or 03365287335 Happy reading!

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