I saw how her eyes widened and her body froze with horror the moment she opened the text message. The fear took hold of her. I asked her why but it seems like the terror sealed her throat, so I just took her phone, and shocked with what I saw.
"He's here." she said with shuddered breathing. I grabbed her arms and pull her to run until we got home. I locked the door and all of the windows.
Raina can't move, as if the fear paralyzed her. I don't know how to calm her down, because anxiety eclipsed my thoughts too. I've decided to call Dad, but he's not answering, so I called Allen.
Few rings then he answered,
"Hey, what's— ?""Allen, he's here! Raina's killer, he followed us!" I said.
"What?! How?"
"I-I-I don't know how but he's after us! We need to get away here!" I said.
"Alright we're coming!"
I woke up by the sunlight as it hits my face. I sit up and look around, Kyle and Hue is still sleeping. I wonder where Raina is. I remember how anxious she is last night, while waiting for Ginger and Kyle talking outside."Are you okay? You just passed out." I said to her."I'm fine." she answered. "Thank you, Allen, for helping me." she said. My heart started pounding wildly and my ears are burning as I can feel it turning red. I guess it's because I'm overwhelmed with the fact that I was able to help her.But as we wait, I can't help but stare at her without being noticed. I realized that she's crazy beautiful. Her hair is short and I don't think it was cut with style — it looks more like she cut it herself – but it's not bad. In fact, it suits her. Now, I'm thinking about her again, like I'm going insane.Ginger came out of her room, with her pajamas on and a reall
I can't seem to fall asleep that night. I've been so anxious lately because of these people. I don't want them to be involved with this dangerous mess I'm in. But even If Irun away, or try to make them stop, they wont. I'm not sure if they're just taking my situation lightly. My anxiety got worst when I saw Ginger's sister. She's so innocent and loved by so many people.I find myself standing in front of her room, I want to come inside and see her face. Maybe that way, I could ease my mind a little. Then suddenly, she opened the door, I was startled. It's so late and I thought she's already sleeping."Come in!"she signed and pulled me inside. Then she showed me her writing tablet: I can feel you standing in front of my door for a while."Did I wake you up?"&nbs
I made a mistake. I shouldn't have push her. I was so eager to find that mysterious man because everytime she opens up her story, it makes me so mad. I just thought that she doesn't deserve all she'd gone through until now. Thinking she's been suffering for so long makes me want to end it as soon as possible. I don't want to see her living in fear anymore. But maybe I've been deluding myself from the thought that I could help her. That I could save her.She wants to forget everything in the past while I seek for mine. Allen assumed that some things that reminds her of her past is the trigger, that's why she reacted that way before she passed out. Now, I think even in her sleep, she can't seem to relax, I can see her sweating so much."What are you planning to do now?" Allen asked.My eyes adjusted at Raina.I maybe don't know her deeply but seeing her so many times in my hallucinations grew quite
Kyle furiously drove back at Ginger's place, parked in front of the gate and stayed in the car for a while. The thought of being the son of a murderer is tormenting the hell out of him. That can't be, is the only thing that goes in his head over and over. He thinks the possibility is high. Ever since, he always feel like everything his dad told about him are half truth. Like something doesn't feel right. Doesn't feel convincing. And this might be it. The fact that his father is a criminal. Ginger suddenly showed up, knocking on the window. It didn't take her seconds to realize Raina is not with him. "Where's Raina?"she instantly asked. He didn't answer — more like he doesn't know what to say. "Darn it, answer me kyle!"she fumed. He looked her, then back on the steering wheel,"She ran away."he answered. "What do you mean?" A boiling fury swelled up inside of him
I'm not trying to be a hero. I know that I wont gain anything by helping them. However, their desperation pushes me to do things even if it's against the rules, like stealing Raina's case file for example. I drove all the way from San Lorenzo Police District just to get those files with the help of my colleague. Not to mention, I've been sleepless for almost three days now and I feel like I might pass out soon. Nonetheless, I like what I'm doing. This is actually my dream: investigating and solving cases, stuffs like that. I've studied criminology for years. Been in a training and all that process, but I ended up being push around by that misogynist asshole, Officer Nate.I left Raina at my dorm to go back to my house. I hope she won't get caught or I'll be in big trouble."Can I see that painting?"I said to Allen.Kyle is still in shock that he locked himself again in Pepper's room. My poor sister can't use her own room anymore. These i
The truth sometimes doesn’t always have to be told. Truths doesn’t always set one free. Sometimes, it imprisoned them. Lock them up in a dark, empty room and the only key are the lies. Today is October 1st. The first day where the whispers in my ears starts to prattle again. There’s ringing, then murmuring and babbling non-stop. You’re better off dead. You should’ve died that day.Everything about you is a lie.Liar Turns out, they’re right! My whole existence is a lie, and I’m slowly, day by day, failing to remember what the truth is. The whole truth. Standing at the edge of the bridge, I breathe heavily. There are signs of storm coming. One strong blow of the wind and I know I will f
Sunday afternoon, while enjoying my day off from my two part time jobs. Dad called, asking if I already ate, what did I ate and how am I doing. He's a big worrier. He's always anxious that I might not be taking care of myself. Others might find it annoying because I'm a grown up man now. I'm already 26, yet Dad treats me like I'm still a baby. But it's rare for someone who isn't related to you by blood, cares for you too much. And I'm grateful for that. "Just don't get sick, ok? Tell me right away if you do. I'll call you again, Kyle. Bye!"he said before he hangs up. I unmuted the TV and lay down on my sofa comfortably. I can't blame him for being so overly worried about me. I've been in and out of the hospital for a month now. In random days, I get fever. Sometimes,
2 months earlier "Tell me about yourself." Here we go again. Another mendacious storytelling to share with these two interviewers sitting in front of me. They both looked comfortable in their seat, wearing their black badass business attire as if they're the CEO of this company. The other woman doesn't pay attention to me though, she just kept reading and sorting papers on the table. My name is Raina Joaquin26 years oldBorn on January 3, 1994A novelist. My Dad is a professional taekwondo trainor and my Mom is professional Chess player, who competes around the world.And I am loved, and surrounded by so many lovely people. This is my default story. None of these information are real, not even one. Sometimes, I'm Joanna, a Veterinarian that lives in an apartment with my five dogs and three cats, living