WHEN YOUR HELL IS STILL THE SAME

She stared around and came to a quick conclusion that it has not changed at all, at least, not any major changes.

The house was still the same way she left it, the sparkling white floor that she used to be so proud of, chandeliers high in the ceiling yet hanging so low that you feel like you could touch it, the immaculate cream pillars, the chocolate colored door and the endless directions the spiral staircase all over the living room led to that makes first time visitors lose their sense of direction while she stared amused and proudly, now look like the reminder of very bad nightmares, basically giving her the chills.

"Young miss, they are waiting in the private living room," A maid dressed in the perfect maid uniform according to the Conrads said while showing the way to the room with her hands, she nodded once.

"Let me show the way ma'am," The maid said and she shook her head, using her hand to tell her to go. She knew that it seemed rude but the feeling of being here is like , like being autistic, everything was in a big blur.

Her legs took her to the direction of the room because as much as she wanted to forget about anything that has to do with the house, she couldn't help that her body does not agree with her, well, neither does her brain.

Ever heard of the brain blocking out the bad memories and keeping the good ones or nothing at all, hers did the opposite, the good things that happened in this place seems like a fog, she can't remember clearly no matter how hard she tried and badly needed it.

She stopped and stared long and hard at the dark door with a gold plate on which PLR was written boldly. She doesn't know what awaits her on the other side of the door but she knew so well that it can't be good, simply because matters discussed in the private living room were never good, times told her that, loud and clear.

She suddenly felt like she should run away and hide deeper, if she does they won't find her and the Conrad family can solve their problem without involving her, they surely won't find her which was why she was not sure how they found her in the first place but she knew that it's high time she faced them.

Those bunch of selfish ninnies!

She pushed the door open and that feeling rushed through her harder, it was exactly the same, not the littlest change in the room, everything was exactly the same, which made her remember the last time she was here.

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"What are you talking about, ma?" She asked with her lips wobbling, she could feel the tears gather at her eyes but she couldn't make them fall, maybe she heard wrong.

"The decision has been made, you heard me right," Her mother said with emotionless eyes, she stared hard at her eyes but there was nothing there, no soft emotion. The light flowery curtains danced lightly to the side following the beat of the winds and the sun cast a glow on her mother. She always thought she looked like an angel when that happened but she can't help but feel like she was staring at the arch devil at the moment.

"But that decision does not pay me, not in the least, it's like you are dis.." The words felt tight in her throat, like a thousand stones were blocking it with a thick thread tied around her neck to add to the suffocating feeling, she couldn't just complete her words.

"Yes, I am. It is honestly the least I could do," Her mother said the words that broke her inside, staring at the beautiful painting of the families who grew at the countryside having fun with joy in their eyes like it was the most interesting thing in the room, it might have been the most interesting thing at some point in time but it wasn't the most interesting thing at the moment.

Her grandmother brought that on her thirty-fifth year anniversary, so her mother would have seen it for the most of her life. She was told everyone complimented it but she couldn't see the beauty of it right now, her emotions had painted it black, all shades of black. The lightest shade of black was the color of their teeth.

"The least??" She asked incredulously through tears while her mouth laughed. "That was the fucking least?" She yelled but it was not a question. Her headache was massive, she thought she was developing a migraine, her knees became weak, her eyes were blurred by the tears, a cold or perhaps fever settled on her whole being and dread settled comfortably in her stomach. That was her last freaking hope.

Her mother walked away from her, her heels on the cream tiles creating a sound that sounded like the devil mistress was coming for her.

The golden lights scattered all through the room to give it a mythical glow that looked like the color of blood and fire. She was in hell.

She was a little bit wrong but she was massively wrong.

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She snapped out of her nightmare when she heard a voice called her in awe and disbelief, before the body jumped on her and hugged her like a Koala.

Part of that fog was the owner of the brown hair pressing into her face.

"Maxwell," she called and everybody in the room snapped their heads when they heard that cold and soulless voice. The said guy raised his eyes and his hazel eyes stared into her blue ones which have iced over the year, and those sparkling hazel became clouded with tears.

She stared at everyone in the room and knew just how they found her. The answer was sitting at the head of the seat which her uncle once sat at a time she wouldn't want to remember. Nevermind g

oing into hiding again, she would be found.