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A tale of random scribbles~ Secrets: something we fear to unlock.

She whispered whether or not it was correct. It felt like it was a load to carry.

"How many secrets can you keep?"
She glared at me and waited for my response.
I nodded with a yes; she took a deep breath and started by saying a story. It begins like this.

"You know how much I like my mom and dad right?", she said.
Again I nodded with a yes.
"So, you remember I used to speak about my nightmares to you?", she asked with a high pitched voice. This time I didn't respond anything in return.
"The secret I want to share with you is a big thing to me, I believe I can trust you on this", she confronted by putting her hand on mine. I kept my hand on hers and pressed it a little, gesturing my belief in her.
"You remember I used to tell you about my nightmares and the blood I used to see in my dreams?", she asked and started to scribble on the table with an imaginary pen.
"I killed him." she blurted out.
"I killed him," she whispered.
I didn't understand for a minute what was she trying to say. I asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I used to have a brother when we used to live in the other city. Now, he is gone, because of me.
I killed him." she glared through my soul as if she was gonna reap it open.
I gulped a bit and asked her to continue.

"I didn't mean to kill him, but he was making really loud noises that's why I paved him with a pillow. I didn't mean to kill him." she looked at me with fuller eyes and tilted her head towards left.
"My parents kept it a secret and you're the only person besides them who knows it," she said.
I moved my hand and placed it on my side of the table. She hurriedly grabbed it again and rubbed it with firmness and smirked.
It felt as if, she could listen to my cacophonous heart which was pacing at horse speed.
So, I tried to act normal and faked a smile.
"Good, I hope you can keep this a secret", she whispered.


Secrets: something we fear to unlock.

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