Silent Plea: The Day My Mother Ignored My Final Cry

They untied me and remove the gag on my mouth. They gave me my phone. I looked at them trembling in fear.

One man turns to me with a raised eyebrow. "What are you waiting for? Are you not going to call someone or you resigned to your fate?"

With a shaking hands, I clasp my phone and call my mom's number. Tears never cease to stop. "Mom, p-pick up..." I uttered.

After a few rings, she answered. "What?" There is annoyance in her tone. I bit my lips.

"Mom, help me please... I was kidnapped!" I pleaded. If I'm in front of her, I will grovel in her feet for her to save me.

"Kidnapped?" she chuckled. "Is this one of your pranks, right? Last time, you called because there is a snake in our lawn, and now you are kidnapped? Stop with your nonsense, Alice. Stop this attention grabbing! Where were you? Angeline's birthday is starting!"

"But mom! I'm not crying wolf here! All those these this happened, even this! Mom! Save me! Please!" I cried. I noticed the look of disappointment in their eyes and then it changed to a terrifying and chilling smile.

"If you don't want to come then don't!" Then the call ended. I looked at my phone and my heart stopped for a moment. Why? Why is she like this to me? Is she not worried about me, for my safety? The snake prank she said is Angeline brought a toy snake to our house and I thought it was real!

"It seems that your last ray of hope is not reliable enough. Tsk, tsk... Don't blame us now, we gave you a chance. You, prepare everything. We're not going to leave any evidence, alright!" The leader looked at me with a wicked smile. He yanked my hair and pulled me to the center of the room, and put ropes on my wrist and calves. "Let's start your nightmare!"

I shrudder and tried to remove those images in my head. It was too... gruesome to think of it. But I'm sure i'm already dead. But why did I wake up here in our house?

I heard the door opened and close. I went down to check who it was. When I got to the entrance, I saw my mother.

"Alice! Are you home?" I heard her called me. Even if I answered her, as if she would hear me. I chuckled bitterly.

"No one will answer even if she calls for my name," I said and sighed. I saw my mother looked irritable when I didn't answer her. She stomped her feet towards my room and knocked on the door.

"Are you seriously rebelling right now? Look, Alice. I don't want today to be ruined by you, so stop this nonsense and come out the room, now!" My mom angrily said and waited for a few minutes, but when she didn't get what she wanted, she opened the door and was greeted by a cold room. I looked at her reaction and, for a split, she was stunned but then her eyebrows furrowed.

"This child... does she think that I will bought his words that she said in the call? Angeline always clean up her mess. Why can't Alice become a half of her cousin?" My mom muttered and closed my bedroom door. Half of Angeline? I'd rather not. She's a bully. Her, cleaning my mess. It should be the other way round. I was the one cleaning up her mess and being the one who got implicated by her wicked words.

Why can't my own mom see? Is she really blind or Angeline is just good on brainwashing my own mother. I sighed. My heart is breaking, even though I don't have a beating heart anymore. Why do I still feel the pain of being ignored and being compared to her? Is it the same thing as the ghost feels when they want revenge?

I followed my mother and heard her phone ringing. My mother went to the living room where she put her back before she came to my room and saw her answer the phone.

"Hello? Alicia! I'm sorry I called you today despite you being on leave," I heard the voice on the other line, It was Becky Carlson, my mom's colleague.

"It's fine. The birthday party is done. Is there any problem?" Mom asked and she sat down on the sofa. I sat beside her to hear what Becky will tell mom. My mom is a forensic pathologist. She inspects the corpse and determines the time of death and how they died.

"It's your girl's bithday, right? Tell her that I congratulate her on her 18th birthday and I apologize to take you away on her special day. We need your help, this case is very special." I smile a little. At least Becky remembered my birthday. She's kind to me, and always there for me if I need her. She's like my mother instead my real one. But her voice gets serious when she tells her about the case. I saw mom furrowed her eyebrows, completely confused.

"My girl's birthday? What do you mean about that? Anyway, I'm coming to place, send me the deets." She ended the call. She wore her shoes again and picked up her bag then left. I followed her.