Hey everybody, sorry for the delay i really was depressed and i couldn't continue. but now that I'm back I'll post three times a week or maybe even more.
i bet you forgot about the story so all you have to do is to read the fifth chapter to remember the events.
i really want to hear your feedback, its all i care about. enjoy xoxo
Mama Mariam and Dalal came back. Dalal was holding a box filled with spices taken from the kitchen and in my mother's hand was a huge old dusty book and she held a medium sized bowl with a knife in the other hand.
"Ra7 ta3awerain shwayya bas hathe il6areeqa ilwa7eeda 3ashan tgoumeen," said my mother with a forced smile on her lips.
I got really scared. She's going to use a knife to heal me, she's not even a doctor. I wasn't satisfied with what's going. I had bad feeling for the whole "Mama Mariam healing me" thing.
"Daloul sa3deene naglibha 3ala ba6nha," My mother said while trying to push me upside down and then Dalal joined her.
"You should start a diet," Dalal teased, It's so not the right time for teasing.
"Dalal mama egray b 9out 3ale shno katbeen eb 9af7a 32," My mother said handing Dalal the huge book she brought with her earlier.
"hmmm…kaa ligaita," she sighed.
" Purdandent Cases: Purdandence is one of the darkest powers in supernatural powers world. Purdandents powers can be uncontrollable and can lead to too many accidents for the purdandent himself and the people around. Purdandence is not only about freezing living existences , It's also about raising the death . It's a new level of necromancy, Purdandents powers are way stronger than necromancers. 'check page 22 to read more about necromancers cases'," Dalal read
"Mama should I turn to page 22?,"She asked mama Mariam.
"La mama mala da3e kamlay," Mama Mariam answered.
"Okay," Dalal said. "Purdandents can create an army of zombies if the Purdandent was controlled by the devil," My mother interrupted Dalal "Khala9 skip to the part where they say how to heal a purdandent after a freezing accident," She said.
I'm so scared, I don’t know what to do. I want to run away. I want to live somewhere far away from people. I don’t want to hurt anybody, I don’t want to grow up to be a monster. This isn't me. My life is so peaceful and my future plan does not include me being a kind of a devil.
I've never believed in supernatural heroes. I've always found supernatural powers movies boring and not worth to watch. I love realistic things and what's happening to me is way too far from realistic.
In this very moment I want to die, I don’t want to continue being who I became, I'm ashamed from myself.
"Mama ygoloun bil ketab law ay a7ad 6a7 w lai al7een ytnafas lazm we cut the back of his head's skin win76 il spices ili yebnahom 3al cuts ba3dain we'll have to wait from one to eight days 3ashan tgoum," Dalal said with a scared voice.
"Eeeh hatha ili tiwaqa3tah," My mother assured her.
How does she know a lot about this thing? I remember the boy gang and how they were scared when they saw my mother. Are they supernatural heroes? Why didn't she tell me about it? And did she know that I'm not normal? Is she normal? What about Dalal?
The more I think the more my head aches so I decided not to think, to clear my brain.
"Rawa 7abeebte relax ra7 abde al7een," she said
"Dalal yebay scissor lazm shwaya ag9 sha3arha ma agdar ashtghl 3adl,"
I'm shocked, she can't cut my hair. I love my hair so much I've been growing it for so long.
My eyes started to drop tears but nobody knew that I was crying since my face is facing the sofa.
"Okay dgeega ayeeba," Dalal Said and I heard her footsteps, she was running.
After a minute she came back with the scissor. My mother started to cut my hair from its roots but only the hair in the back of my head.
She then started to make small cuts in my skin. It hurts a lot I want to push her but I can't do anything with my frozen body.
She finally finished cutting and started to put the spices on the cuts. My skin is burning, I'm sweating from the pain.
"okay al7een khala9t, yeebay il bandages ili ma76ou6een foug il kabat bil ma6bakh,"my mother told Dalal and Dalal went to do what my mother asked her.
My mother replaced everything in the table. She took the scissor, knife and spices and put them in the bowl.
"yemma wai3 eedch kilha dam. Khala9 intay rou7ay ghaslay wana a76laha 3ashan ma twa9kheen il bandages. Ana m3almeene bil ER classes shloun asawe," Dalal said as she approached us.
"Okay bas deeray balch 7abeebte," My mother said, took the bowl and left us.
Dalal started to bandage my head.
"eshfeeha Rawa," I heard my little brother's voice, Mus3ab. He was weeping.
"7abeebe good morning. La mafeeha shay bas kanat ga3da tsoug gare chan t6ee7. Al7een she's sleeping," Dalal said as she hugged Mus3ab.
"Al7een rou7 il3ab eb ghorftk ba3d shway asaweelk ryoug ," she told him while letting him go. He obeyed and left.
What will happen when I can move?what will happen when I get released from my dead body? Is there a way to get back normal? What If I never get up ? what if what if what if what if…..
I fell asleep and woke up to find myself in my room, on my bed. Ahhh it feels good and comfortable. I would marry my bed if it's possible.
I moved my hand to touch my bandaged head.
"Oh my goodness," I screamed. I'm finally moving, my soul is finally back to my body.
I want to take a shower, I feel dirty and there still is blood on my shirt. I grabbed my phone and dialed my mother's number.
" Alo Rawa 7abeebte gmtay? Kane al7een ard il bait," my mother said.
"La la mama mo ila tyeen ana bas bas'al 3ade akhthle shower wela mo zain?," I asked her hoping to get an "it's okay" answer.
"Intay 7asa eb alam?," she asked.
"La klsh I'm all good," I put my hand on the back of my head to check on it, yes I'm good.
"3ayal kaifch bas la t6awleen," I told her that I wont and hung the phone up.
I checked whatsapp and found a lot of "where are you?- Wainch?-call me-lets hang out mnzman 3anch" texts from my friends.
I decided to answer them later after the shower. I switched to twitter, checked my mentions and DMs. All I got is people asking about me and saying that I'm missing. Uhh I'll reply later.
And then I called one of my best friends .
"Rawaaaa wainch yal bitch 7ail 7aail mshtagatlch intay laish chthee wayd 7aqeera gilna mareetha bas mo lay daraja tgouleen 7ag omch ma tabeen tshoufeen a7ad," Talah was screaming so loud I even took the phone away from my ear.
"Ra7 tn9admain bas I can't tell you right now lazm face to face. Ta3alay 3nde ba3ad thirty minutes batsaba7 now," I told her. I was so excited I needed to talk to her.
"waay shimhabiba ba3ad, Allah yaster. Okay okay yalla bye,"she hung the phone up without goodbye-ing me, this is soo Talah.
I took my jeans and white Abercrombie and Fitch jacket and rushed to my bathroom. Took the bandages off and had a quick shower and as usual I brushed my teeth while showering, it's my thing.
I still don’t know what time it is but I can tell from looking in the bathroom window that its around three and five PM. I don’t even know what day it is and how many days I slept.
I finished showering, dried my hair and body, wore my clothes and went out of the bathroom. Checked the phone and it was 6:00 PM, close to what I guessed.
I faced the mirror and saw my hair, my mom ruined it but I can't blame her , she had no other choice.
I put my brown beanie on to cover my head and wore my jean and brown roped Toms.
I want to go out. I can't handle staying one more minute in the house so I called Talah again.
"Talah bni6la3 okay?," i said as soon as she picked the phone up.
"Eeeh wait bagoul 7ag omme," she said.
I heard her saying " Mamaaaa ba6la3 weya Rawa tara," I giggled.
"omme tgoul okay," She said
"Heyya, 3ayal yala ta3alay ta'akhartay," I said
"Inzain na6ra ilsayeg," she replied.
"Okay bye," I hung the phone up before she does this time, I felt like I won and screamed "glory,"
I wore some makeup, just mascara, eyeliner and makeup forever lipstick, my favorite. Took my Marc by Marc Jacobs small bag ,held my iPhone and went downstairs.
I sat on the living room's sofa, the house was really quiet which isn't a new thing because it's always quiet.
I started telling my friends in whatsapp and twitter that I was sick and I'm good right now.
Then I tweeted " yallah @"Talah's username" ta'akhartay," and got a reply two minutes later from a new follower called Reem, and the tweet said "I know about your secret, bitch"
I couldn’t believe what I've just seen, what does she want and is she talking about the "Purdandent" thing?
I started typing….
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