My mind took me on a journey down the road of my life. There was no destination, we hadn't arrived at any. Just branching here and there, visiting a few memories, saying hi to some regrets, and sharing drinks with some achievements. One of my successes, my First Degree Bachelor of Laws certificate, was extremely boastful. He kept reminding me how hard it was for his realization, bragging about his worth, and reinforcing my mental stronghold on the fact that: the country's economic situation was responsible, for his current status of uselessness.

"Was this my lot?, Was this my plight?" I wondered as I examined some of the potholes and ditches, that had dented my almost beautiful road.

I kept going down, trying to find some misguided trailer of error, or a mischievous embodiment of mistakes, that could have been responsible for the fault in my road. Like placed in a catapult; I kept going, searching, darting between dark corners of youth and childhood, backing myself into the rubber, till I reached the elastic limit and was launched back into reality. The crashing sound the old watering can I was once holding made: as it rammed against the earth, powered by neglect, took responsibility for my recall.

I bent down to pick it up, quietly beating up myself, for allowing myself, to enter into another haze. I lifted it up, cleaned off some mud from it and was about to resume my watering of the array of lilies, that adorned the front view of the Williams home, when I heard what seemed to me like laughter.

I was shocked, I paused to listen again, but it never came. There was no one at home who could have engaged in such lively act. The Williams family were too serious for that. Sometimes I often wondered if they actually were alive, they never smiled, never engaged in banters, speaking when and only if absolutely necessary. Rich, they were in material outlook, so affluent as to own the largest mansion in the community. Just a husband, a wife and a rude, young man for a son, made up the mysterious family. Ever since I was employed as gardener for their beautiful mansion, I never heard a laugh, nor saw a smile, so I dismissed it as one of my hallucinations and continued my work.

It came again, this time with a childish voice tailing at the end of it.
"what do you think you are doing" the voice said, laced with laughter.

I was disoriented and confused, I bent a little towards the lilies, to locate the source of the voice, then it came again. "you are wasting your time, I don't need your watering".

Now I was certain someone or something was speaking to me, so I probed, "who are you... " I said with a gulp.

"I'm the little girl who was killed, just because I laughed, I'm the one on whose heart the foundation of this mansion stands, I'm the one whose life was given in exchange tool, by the ones who gave me life, just for wealth". The voice no longer had the ring of laughter hooked to it, a deep, hoarse cloak had covered it.

The voice spoke on " I'm the one whose blood was drunk by my loved ones, I'm the one whose flesh was eaten by mother and father, I'm the one whose soul spurs up every life and beauty that adorns this place, I'm the William girl that mysteriously got missing four years ago".

I stood there, dumbfounded, soaked in terror. The voice began to cry and weep, deep racking sobs were emitted. The voice began to speak through a teary voice.
"it's cold here, and dark too... I'm lonely, I need a friend... Can you please come and join me here, I know you are nice, I'll be nice too". I began to shake, my eyes wide in trepidation.

I knew not when my feet began to run me, when my heels began to touch my buttocks. I ran out of the mansion without looking back, the words "please come and join me" ringing in my ears.