The House at the Edge

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

The pain and confusion swirled within me, but they were overpowered by the sudden and intense headache that gripped my skull. It felt as if my head was being squeezed in a vice, the pain almost unbearable.

As the throbbing pain grew more and more intense, I clutched my head in my hands, trying desperately to ease the crushing pressure. It was as if my head was on the verge of exploding.

As the pain seared through my head and my heart ached with hurt and rejection, I look up to my mother to look at her face and expression, desperate for any sign of sympathy or understanding.

"Even when this happens..." I gritted out through clenched teeth. "Why don't you care? Why am I not worthy of your attention even a littl bit!"

"Maybe... maybe i should just end myself here?"

The pain in my head mingled with the pain in my heart, a crushing weight on my chest. I couldn't understand what I had done to deserve such indifference and rejection from my own mother.

"Am i such a bad child to her, what wrong have i done to her that she hate me so much!?"

"Is this all karmic justice,? Have I truly done something wrong in my previous life that i need to bear execurating pain and suffer in this life?."

" Is it a form of punishment from god?!"

"And yet!"

My gaze flicks up to see my mother looking at me with a cold, heartless expression. Her eyes held no concern or empathy for my pain, only a cruel sense of satisfaction, as if she thought I deserved every agonizing beat of the pain throbbing through my skull.

"You think I deserve this pain, don't you?" I say in a lowvoice, my voice quivering.

The lack of compassion and support from my mother adds to my suffering and feelings of isolation and helplessness.

I was overwhelmed with frustration and anger towards my mother. I exclaim to my mother, hoping for some empathy and support, only to find that my mother's eyes show no concern for my suffering.

"The hopelessness is clear"

The pain in my head continued to pulse, the intensity and unfamiliarity only adding to my confusion and despair.

"What is this pain?" I said aloud, my voice filled with bewilderment. "I've never felt anything like this before. What's happening to me?"

As the memories flooded through my mind, I was bombarded with images, sounds, and sensations that felt foreign and unknown. Some of the memories seemed like they were mine, snippets of my own past perhaps, but others were like scenes from someone else's life, experiences and emotions that felt alien yet vivid.

The onslaught of memories was overwhelming, each one colliding with my own identity and sense of self, leaving me reeling and disoriented. It felt as if my mind was fracturing, the boundaries between my own memories and those of other people slowly dissolving.

The memories continued to pour into my mind, a relentless onslaught that threatened to drown me in a sea of confusion and pain. Each memory brought with it an intense wave of pain, like knives being plunged into my brain.

As the memories flooded my mind, I felt like I was losing control, as if my own mind was being invaded by another person's identity. The boundaries between my own memories and those of others began to blur, until I couldn't tell which memories were mine and which were not.

"Ahhhhhh!, Its HURT!" 

The pain in my head intensified, the memories that had just been trickling in now flooding my mind like a river in spate. The pain was excruciating, like a red-hot poker being jammed into my brain. I let out a guttural sob, my hands clutching at my head desperately, as if trying to ward off the influx of unfamiliar memories.

"It hurts!" I wailed, my voice cracking.

"It hurts so much!"

The presence of these memories adds to my confusion and discomfort, as i struggle to make sense of the pain in my head and the memories that are coming back to me.

As the onslaught of unfamiliar memories continue, I try to catch a glimpse of the memories flickering behind closed eyelids. What glimpses I can catch only adds to my confusion and discomfort. I can feel the memories clawing at the edges of my consciousness, trying to invade my own identity.

What i saw….