The Earth of mist ch16

Ch16

Selma's memoirs

Ayear ago

A year ago, I was in the hospital.

I didn't tell anyone in my family because they would simply make me responsible for my patients. I would listen to my sister-in-law complain next to my mother, Selma does it again, she wants attention. Because she thinks I refuse her oldest cousin who will soon come to see me, and my mother has begun to prepare the house for the bridegroom.

I don't know what's happening to me, everything was going right; I applied for a loan for my own house and I started imagining everything about it before they decided to fire me without doing anything. I was doing whoever did this to me and stole and stuck it to me.

I had to hide all my news from my family, remember how I cried out when I took out the last money I had left to give to my father, and I really wanted to die, until he stopped telling me how bad luck I had brought them when I was born.

And it all started when I went out, driving all night and all morning, until I realized I was starving, starving, and I was standing in front of a local bank with a single guard on it. I didn't know how the idea came to my head for the first time, and I managed to steal five thousand dollars and escape, even though I had never had a gun before.

My father claimed that I was a bad girl, despite everything I had tried my whole life, because I said, No, I wanted to have my life and my choices, not my family's opinions about everything to do. The moment I stopped in my car and ate my breakfast, I wanted to say to my father, I became a bad girl, as you used to say, Are you happy now? I was hungry, I didn't even care that I went shopping. For the last few years, I was deprived just to make money. Saving money was such a passion that I couldn't stop. Now watch me buy expensive new dresses, shoes and bags and go to a fancy restaurant before all the money was finished, I had to go home again and put everything I bought online to sell it and get the money back.

I had to go back to work at the end I let my supervisor use my body as he wanted I was very broken and I wanted the money and the work, but I also discovered that my loan had been completely rejected and that I had to receive my mother's cousin Khan in order to get to know and get married.

That is impossible now.

Selma, why don't you make it easier, the supervisor said, as we leave one of the locked rooms of the hotel before I return to prepare the room again for an incoming guest, and nothing happened. Until I found myself doing very strange things, I began to hear voices telling me to clean things so well that everyone thought I was geeky, and even more, I checked my car a few times to make sure it was properly locked.

I went to another local bank after the security guard in the other bank was changed. This time I stole only $3,000 after I pretended to be kidnapped and there was a man waiting for me outside and threatening to kill. I put up all my disguise so that I could destroy my original face before I managed to escape. I decided to do it again every weekend and praying in front of my family that I was working more and saving more money for my marriage.

And of course, my father was very happy with that.

I spent all the money I had stolen on weekends of happiness, wandering around and sleeping with strangers talking about other things about my life without any information about my identity. Every time, I would rush to a new place. I would gorge on all the fast food that was carbohydrate and high fat, and I would watch TV show the news of my theft without the local police being able to find out who I was.

What frightened me the most was the mysterious voice coming out of me, seeing this nightmare of myself doing this horrible thing. The supervisor was lying on a table screaming in agony, as I chopped him up perfectly and in the back stood a strange man overseeing me. And I wake up in the morning happy that it's just a nightmare that I'm still in my room at home and even though the supervisor keeps texting me to come to him at a certain place and time and it's never over, or he gets bored with me and the nightmare comes back to my mind.

It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Is the Khan coming to see me?

I saw him as a dull man, but he lived quietly, a man without surprise, unopposed by any sane woman who forced myself to smile at him.

And I decided to run away that weekend as a special reward for what I had to put up with all week at work after I lost faith in everyone and started to suspect the manager after some strange looks with the supervisor.

My mother was the happier of the marriage, and she told me how he was  a wonderful man whom any girl in our city would like to marry, with a great future and a wonderful home in his city. I was shocked because she thought I was going to leave the city where I had lived my life and return to a place where I did not know.

I cleaned my room so many times so thoroughly that my hands hurt, but I couldn't stop. I cleaned my body three times during the shower until the blood came out of my body until I was a little calm I felt I had to scream for help, but all I did was locate a new location for the robbery. This time I decided to do the stupidest thing of my life, which was to steal this mysterious inmate.