Chapter Fourteen

I remembered that the skeleton is still in the basement, I totally forgot to hide it or do something with it. I was just about to get out of my room when I heard him screaming.

When I heard mus3ab's screams I knew exactly what to do. Mus3ab is young and innocent enough to go through what we are going through. Yes he's a boy but somehow he believes in flying unicorns and land of cotton candy. He lives in his own empire wearing his favorite fake golden crown and red robe.

I didn't once without meaning to, but now I'll do it with intentions. It'll be hard since its my first time to do it in intentions.

I squeezed my eyes shit, shook all of the thoughts I kept in my mind off and started to do what I did a week ago.

I imagined a world filled with nonmoving existences. Nothing was moving but the trees next door. I pictured my mother holding her daily newspaper with the same exact emotion on her face, not moving.  I also imagined my frozen dogs and how they looked like when they stay in one position. I'm still hearing noises from the neighborhood. I tried one more hard time,  "I know I can do it." I whispered to myself.

Now self confident is all I have. I know that I have to try harder so that’s what I did.

Finally, the place felt over quiet meaning I did it.

I raced down the stapes so fast my feet tangled and I tumbled into the heap on the landing. I lay there, ankle throbbing, tears burning my eyes as I peered into the basement, I was hurt, my ankle was in pain and so were my legs from the skeleton's scratches. Also the back of my head started to ache again.

When I entered the basement I saw my little brother standing next to the pool, his face expression was indescribable; a kid his age shouldn't see a skeleton like this one.

What should I do with my brother? He has already seen the skeleton there's no way to delete this memory from his brain. And what should I do with the skeleton? Where t o hide it?

After a long minute of thinking and thinking, I decided to hide the skeleton in the guests room. Mus3ab never enters it.

I walked crossing the swimming pool to the skeleton that lay next to the table, lowered myself to get a better look at the skeleton, the poor skeleton. "Whose skeleton is it? And what is it doing in our house?" I wondered

I don’t get scared of dead bodies and skeletons; I spent my childhood watching scary movies, getting pranked by my friends and pranking others as well.

Mom found it strange how I am brave. My heart is a strong stone but can also be easily broken.

I held the skeleton in its hand and started dragging it. It was heavy and I was tired. It took me forty minutes to get that skeleton in the guests' room.

Now I have to deal with Mus3ab. A crazy brilliant idea hit me, I'm going to change his swimming short to his pajama and I'll take him to his bed. I'll tell him that It was just a dream if he asked about it. I smiled proudly of how perfect my brain is working.

After doing what I planned to do, I went to my room and imagined everything moving. I imagined everything back to normal and I succeeded so fast, I thought it would take time but I guess I now know the technique.

I'm glad and happy of how I'm learning how to use my powers.

"You're a fast learner, a creative beautiful girl" I remembered this line, the line my grandmother repeated to my in her last living years. Oh how I miss her, how I miss her smile, her conversations, her smell, her hug, her kiss and her everything.

It was four years ago when I got in a fight with her and when I last saw her. I got into a fight with her and never seen her again.

She lived half of her life in Britain so did my mother. I wanted to go to visit her and apologize the year she died bit I couldn't make it. That’s why I try so hard to please everybody .

Enough talking about my grandmother , when everything started moving again I heard Mus3ab's screams so I rushed running to his room , when I got to his room I found my mother sitting next to him calming him down. "Mus3ab 7abeebe shfeek?," I asked knowing what the answer will be.

"Ana I saw haykal 3athame 6aye7 bel basement," he sobbed.

"Akeed you're dreaming mama," she assured him. He didn't say a thing.

"Yalla 7abeebe rou7 ghasl wayhek w badl 3ashan nabe ntghada bara," Mama Mariam said brining a smile in his face "7atta intay Rawa tijahezay wgoulay 7ag Dalal tijahaz,"

"Eeeh inshallah bas wain ntghada?" I asked.

"madre. Taboun upper Crust Pizzeria?,"

"Allaah eeeh 3ad mishtahyeta," I said realizing that I have skipped my breakfast without noticing.

I left Mus3ab's room to get to mine. Phoned Dalal and told her that we're having lunch out, I was too lazy to walk to her room to tell her.

I'm sure not going to stay in what I am wearing so I picked my fuschia leather jacket and wore a navy blue tank top under it with light blue jeans and silver glittered Toms. I curled my hair to cover the shaven part of my hair.

I wasn't in the mood for wearing makeup so I didn't apply any.

Just when I finished dressing up my mother knocked on the door and I let her in.

"Gouleele sh9ar ilyoum."  She said as she relaxed sitting on my bed. I told her about everything that happened in the basement.

"7abeebe you're so brave, ra7 t9eereen shay kbeer bilmostaqbal," she hugged me.

"Inzain yemma shyayeb iljitha baitna?," I asked.

"Hathe jitha malat qatheya qadeema ana kint khashat'ha b ghorfat iltabdeel bilsirdab gabl cham youm," she was so not convincing "Fa bil court qararna akhsh'ha 3nde laiman n7l ilqatheya,"

I acted to believe her. What was she thinking I am? I am not that stupid to believe such a lie.

My whole life is based on lies. I can't trust my own mother and this sucks.

"7adde 7asrana barou7 il7amam," I forced a smile.

I ran to my bathroom, locked the door behind me and crashed over, crying.  I was crying so hard I couldn’t breathe well, my eyes became puffy and my nose turned red. I have nobody to trust, if I can't trust my mother then how would I trust others? I've been fooled and heard lies my entire life.

I washed my face, waited until it got normal and got out of the bathroom when I heard my mother screaming "Yallah Rawa ta'akharna,"