No Escape
I was there, worn out with no idea what I was doing in a thick black widow spider’s web. I screamed but no one heard me. But then I looked closely at the reflection and I realised that she had a tattoo on her right shoulder..
She wasn’t me but she was my alter ego; Scarlett
I was extremely furious at her presence and as a result ,I screamed at the image and broke like sugar glass .
The exit door was on the other end and I started to walk to it when I was stopped in my tracks by a hole in the floor.
I took a deep breath and leaped forward, without looking down .
I got up and opened the door and found myself on my bed back at home with my family.
“it was all a dream “,I assured myself.
I could smell mum’s cinnamon cake baking in the kitchen . I got up and out of bed and took a shower then I went to the kitchen for breakfast .
“morning mum !”
“good morning , you’ve got an interview with the business school director “
I never wanted to go to business school but somebody has to come and take care of the family business.
“do I really have to go? “, I cried hoping that she might have changed her mind.
“we talked-about this already “, she responded, sternly.
we did talk about it so many times and we always arrived to the same conclusion : she’s the mother and she knows best, I’m her child and I obey.
I left for the meeting right after breakfast. I took my mum’s car with me and I was pulling out of the garage, I sensed that I was being followed.
I shook the feeling off and drove to the school.
