My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death

Chapter 573: Amelia's Sorrowful Past 3

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Amelia never expected that the woman would eventually become her adoptive mother.

At the age of 10 she was finally adapted, and by the woman she was the closest with.

She moved to live with her, and slowly recovered more.

The traumas she had would never leave her.

They were too deep.

Too profound.

They were like permanent scars in her life.

But… she could learn to live with them.

Like every person with traumas.

They're traumas for a reason, right?

They don't go away.

They stay.

But that person simply grows strong enough to live with them and look forward to a future ahead.

The only way for a person to actually get over a trauma would be for them to have their memories deleted, and that's impossible.

Therefore… people simply have to live with the trauma.

Some decided to be more careful, while others cage it into the depths of their hearts and try to forget about them by indulging into many things that keep them busy all day.

Amelia was the later.

She read all day.

It was her way to escape reality and her traumas.

Slowly, she began to talk more.

She even went to the dentist and got her teeth finally into a good shape after so long.

She began going to school after a few years, it was a special school for kids that had missed years in their childhood for certain motives.

There, she made a few friends.

She surpassed her trauma and learned to live with such memories, while moving forward.

Her friends were temporary though, for various motives, when she went to college, they were no longer with her.

But she continued moving on.

And in a day, as she was in her part-time job as an attendant in a Starbucks, she suddenly found someone.

A handsome young man with bright eyes.

"Hey, can I get a Latte? And a donut, please."

"…"

"Hm? Do I have something in my face? Haha…"

The man giggled cutely at Amelia who starred at him, charmed by his handsomeness.

"A-Ah…! R-Right away…" she said.

The man faintly smiled back at her as she went away.

He ended coming here to buy a coffee every day.

And ended slowly talking more and more with her.

Until one day he boldly asked her to go on a date.

She was very nervous; she had never gone in a date before.

"I… I don't have any experience with dates… I-Is it okay?" she asked.

"Me neither! It will be fun to find out what we can do." He said.

Amelia felt happy that day that the man was just as unexperienced as she was, at least he wouldn't shame her for acting clumsy.

"T-Then sure… I would gladly go on a date with you…" she sighed.

Slowly, after days, weeks, months, and… three years, many things happened. The two grew so close they fell in love with one another.

The love sparked into a kiss, but then more kisses, over another year… Amelia had already decided that she wanted to give him her body… and for the two to have a passionate night.

She wanted to experience love more than anything, because the only experience she had of these acts was horrid, and disgusting…

She wanted him to embrace her with love, care, and gentleness.

And that night was unforgivable.

It made her completely forget about her traumas.

About everything.

She felt submerged in a sense of ecstasy like nothing else.

Happiness and fluffiness.

Until the very deep end.

Since then she lived happily with him.

She became pregnant.

And spent her daily life with him on his house.

She often felt curious about his parents, but he said he was an orphan like her, who raised alone.

She felt identified with him as they had similar pasts, and presented him to her mother of course, even before the pregnancy.

Amelia's mother was very overprotective but at the end, she opened up to him too.

Until the day her boy was born…

Her precious treasure… the little boy born from her love and hat of her husband,

She loved him with him, and raised him together.

Her life felt like it would go on, happily ever after.

Like all the books she liked to read.

But she began to notice that there was something odd going on with him.

He was sometimes missing out of nowhere, without previously telling her.

Other times he would act strange, as if hiding something.

She asked him what was going on but he wouldn't say anything.

A feeling of distrust emrged between the two, but because she was so in love with him, she wouldn't pursue the situation…

Until one day…

He was gone.

She looked for him.

Waited for him.

But…

Nothing.

He never came back.

He never responded her calls.

He was missing forever.

There was nobody that could find him either.

Many times the police began to look for the man.

But nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

It felt as if everything was a lie.

As if everything she had built with him was nothing.

As if… even the child she had with him felt false, like… some sort of illusion.

What was life anymore?

She began to fragment into pieces.

She delved into alcohol.

She began to get drunk all the time, without thinking about anything else at all.

She was so heartbroken that her suicidal desires resurged from her.

She wanted to die out of drinking.

To intoxicate herself with alcohol to death.

Her son seemed blurry to her, like a weird phantom that emerged before her.

Traumas, hallucinations, many things showed up inside her mind.

She had nightmares of being raped by the Janitor every night again.

She felt oddly disgusted as she began to mix such memories with her doing love to her husband.

All felt so horrendous, she was growing insane.

Purely and clinically insane.

She screamed like a madwoman sometimes, telling the phantoms to go away.

The phantoms that she saw, the monstrous beings that were actually just her little child asking for food…

She didn't understand…

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