All Chapters of Cry For Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Pictures of what looked like a younger version of her hanging on every inch of the walls, some covered in what looked like blood, others covered in red writing "Emily" "mine".And in the middle of the room sat something large, covered in beautiful red linen. From the shape she could guess it was a cage. She pulls the cloth down to discover a sculpture. It was an ballerina, with beautiful long hair, with her hands in the air standing on one toe. But something was off, red tears flowed down her face and her hands were chained and her wings had been clipped off.Something about this sad pathetic and pitiable sculpture seemed familiar. It was her. Her eyebrows push inwards in an aggressive frown as she tries to hold back tears. The room was a mess, but what else would you expect from a man that can't boil water. She continues her search for something, anything that could lead her back to her past, anything that could save her.But all she could find was peices of paper with scribbled

"Mother?" The word seems so unfamiliar to Emily "I'm so sorry, i came here to meet the woman in this picture" She pulls out the crumbled picture from her pocket "my husbands mistress" Their eyes scanned Emily's face and then the picture....their expressions change at the same time, almost as if they were in sync...confusion, the concern. "come inside" The younger lady said in a more serious tone. The house was small, warm and smelled of blueberry pie. The furniture was old with scratches obviously from a dog or cat. The aura was very different from the fancy prison she has grown accustomed to. The TV was left on, even though no one was watching it, the tv host announcing the winner of one of those lame game shows. Plants that looked like they hadn't been watered in days, toys laying all around the floor. The house had life, soul. She held every breath she took in that house, as if, if she held her breath long enough she can inhale some of that life into her self. It made her feel