I felt lost again these days. I didn't know what to do and couldn't find my way nor make any plans. My head was all messed up.
After caring for Anne, I went to the study and decided to watch the videos Shirley spoke of.
Four years ago, I was brought away by Irvin. My memories of those days were blurred and confusing.
I knew how well he treated me, but I chose to forget all other details.
I pressed the play button. This took place in Jarold City, the south side of the rural area. Everything looked familiar to me, both the scenery and the people.
After my child was taken away, I didn't want to see it, so I screamed and ran away.
Irvin's care and patience were all recorded in the video.
This was during a period when I often broke down. Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night in search of a knife to take my own life. When Irvin tried to stop me, the knife I held accidentally injured him. All these memories were a blur to me, but I knew that there was a scar on Irvin's
stomach.
I never saw any sharp objects afterwards in that villa.
The video was long and I didn't finish watching it. I knew that it would just make me feel even more guilty, so I decided to stop.
Why did I have to make everything clear? After all, ignorance was bliss.
In the past, Grandma often said that only foolish women could spend the rest of their lives happily.
Because they knew how to forget and to let go. What they cared about was always whatever that was right ahead of them.
In the evening, I received a call from Valerie.
The woman on the other side of the line had obviously been crying. She spoke with a pained voice, "Arianna, I... It's me, your mother!"
What state of mind was I in now?
I never really thought about it but there was still pain inside of me. It wasn't resentment or anger, it was just helplessness.
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