Come on, Margaret. You need to check into your room. Tomorrow is a big day for you.
I told you, I don’t want to be called Margaret! My name is Maggie!
Besides, I can check in myself. I don’t need you here anymore.
Those monsters, the ones that took everything from me when I had so little to begin with, who robbed me of the life that I deserved, who turned everyone against me including myself, those monsters have now finally decided to send me off to my own special torture.
Throwing open the faded oak doors, I am stunned by the grandness of the place, with walls a deep, rich purple like that of eggplants and royalty, and floors a wondrous mahogany color. As we glide up the elegant staircase, a looming notion of dread begins to stir within.
I will miss you, Mom. I hope you miss me, too.
I better be off, then...
The raw pain in her aquamarine eyes as she processes my harsh words is so piercing that it takes all my will to not burst into tears at the sight of her desolation. In the deepest recesses of my soul, I hope that she can be strong, because there will be no one left to comfort her.
Thank goodness I finally found my room...
I feel sorry for her, for the pain that has plagued her and for the inevitability of it all. It only seems fitting that I give her one last hug. I breath in deeply, taking in the scent of my mother one last time, relishing in how she smells like the fresh breeze of spring.
She turns away, hiding her salty tears in shame. As powerfully as she can muster, my mother, the rock who has had to stand when all else crumbled, glides out of the pine doors, leaving me with only the ghost of her presence.
After some time wandering the pristine hallways of Hooverfield, entangling myself into the web of rooms and people that lie within, I finally reach a small door at the deepest recess of an endless hallway on the third floor.