I hadn't realised when my eyes started feeling heavy and my head hit the soft pillow. The moment I heard the door creak open, I yawned and parted my eyelids ever so slightly to see who is at the door.
It was Hazel, on her wheelchair with a glass of juice in her one hand and a pair of jeans and shirt in the other. She greeted me with her usual signature smile and invited herself in. I tried to shove my sleepy self aside and rubbed my eyes as I let my back lean against the wall.
I watched her as she inched closer to the bedside and handed over the glass to me. "Looks like you slept well. Do you feel fine now?"
"Yeah, I feel better than before. Maybe I was just too exhausted.. what are those for?" I ask, after taking a sip of the refreshing juice. The corner of my lips raised into a satisfying smile as it filled my body with it's coldness and refreshes me inside - out.
"I'll come to collect you after 15 minutes. Wear these and come out." She handed the clothes over to me. I quickly examined the clothes to see if they'll fit me and then looked back at her after I was satisfied.
"What for?"
"I'll give you a quick tour of the orphanage and then I'll introduce you to the other kids of our age."I nodded in response and she left the room to give me some privacy to 'fix myself'. I kicked the blanket aside and got out of the bed. I slipped into the black jeans and white shirt in a jiffy and admired myself from top to bottom in the mirror. "Hmm...looking good, Rai. Time to go!"
I took a deep breath before leaving the room and shutting it behind me. My eyes searched for Hazel and found her in an open room amidst the little orphans who were hurdling close to her to listen her play the grand piano with enthusiasm shining brightly in their eyes. I stood near the door and listened her play it. Her pale and slender fingers pressing on the keys of the piano were so gentle and precise that it seemed like she'd been doing it for years.
I immediately recognized the familiar piece she was playing. It was the song that my Dad had taught me when I was little. Several emotions bubble inside my heart when I recalled those days - anger, regret, guilt, sadness. I tried to shake it off and approached the room to call her out but something stopped me in my track.
For some reason, she had an empty and sad smile plastered on her face— I didn't understand why, though. The notes of the song seemed sadder and sadder every minute and it felt like she was trying to convey her emotions through the piece. The kids obviously didn't get it, they just like how she played — and so do I.
"She indeed is mysterious.." I sighed and gently knocked on the door to call her out. I wonder what's the story behind all of it...
*knock knock*
She stopped playing and turned around to see me standing at the door. I smiled at her and motioned her to come back. The kids around her whined and sulked when they saw her leave the piano behind.
"When will you come by again?" One of the kids asked her.
"Hmm...maybe tommorow? Next time I promise I'll stay longer." She smiled at them and ruffled the kid's hair.
The kid's face brightened up instantly, "See you tommorow, Hazel!""Sorry. Lost track of the time." She smiled at them once again before approaching me.
"It must be tiring to roll these wheels all by yourself. Here, let me help you." I gripped the rubber handles and pushed the wheelchair forward.
"You're really good to others. It doesn't even seem like you could kill someone at all." She smiled.
"That's because I didn't do it." The little smile that I had on my face, now disappeared in an instant when a sudden image of the corpses flashed across my mind.
She tilted her head up to look at my face which was hovering over her and noticed that my smile was no more there. Guilt filled her expression, "I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's fine. Okay, so, where are we going exactly?" I cut her off mid sentence and quickly change the topic. I noticed a hint of realisation on her face and naturally assumed that she took the hint that I was trying to avoid talking about it.
"Take a left turn from here." She instructed me. I turned the wheelchair around and push it into the left path. By the time we reached the other end of the path, my mouth was already hanging open.
"What in the world....!" I looked at the place around me in awe. It was the very definition of beauty. I could see a golden gate with a royally designed signboard which read "Peace Blossoms Orphanage"
Behind the gate laid hundreds of vibrant green trees and flowers swaying in the wind. Butterflies flapped their beautiful little wings around the flowers, and the ground is enveloped in colours of soft green grasses. A small pond brimming with coral fishes dancing in the water laid at the centre. It was coated with a layer of pink and red flower petals which made it look even prettier.
"Amazed? Believe me, this is not even the complete beauty of this Orphanage." She chuckled.
"Wasn't the room I was in supposed to be a part of the orphanage? Why is the entrance gate here instead?" I asked."That isn't a part of the orphanage but a small land owned by the director. He built it into a guest house." She answered.
I was speechless at this point. The only thing I could think of was, "Just how rich is this director!? Anyone would be sleeping on the streets if they gave away that much money!"
The place was insanely beautiful and it seemed like something out of a fantasy. At this point, I couldn't imagine anything that wouldn't be possible by the so - called 'director'.
Just when I was lost in my thoughts, I heard Hazel's voice calling out to me. But it sounded more like a scream—
"Aahh! Are you trying to kill me, you idiot!?!"
I snapped back into reality and notices that I was so drawn by it's beauty that I unknowingly kept pushing the wheelchair forward and forward until it was at the edge of the pond. I lost the grip on the rubber handles and it slipped out of my grasp."AHHH!!" She screamed so loudly that it would have bursted my eardrums if I hadn't covered my ears. I saw her horrified face touching the layer of water in slow motion like a movie.
*Splaashhhh*
She, along with her wheelchair fell into the pond with a mighty splash and I protected my face with my hands from the water that had fallen all over the place. I quickly went over to her and pulled her out of the water.
She started panting and gasping for breath as soon as she was out. Her body was completely drenched in water as expected and her wet hair stuck to her shocked face.
I didn't know what to say — I had no excuse.
"A-Are you okay..?"
"You....!" She caught me by my collar and glared at me, "Do I look like I am okay?!"
Well, that was stupid of me. Her murderous look made me believe in two faced people today — She was sweet like sugar a moment ago and now she gave off the vibe of a monster that could bite off a person's limbs.I gulp nervously, "I-I am really sorry..."
"Help me up, damnit!" She glared at me again.
I hurriedly pulled out the drenched wheelchair from the pond and helped her to sit back on it."Take the right! The hostel's there, you idiot!" She yelled at me and I flinched.
"How am I supposed to know that?!" I thought but didn't dare to tell it out loud.
"This is your room. You'll be staying here. My room is next to yours so you can call me if you need anything. There's some snacks in the fridge, you can get whatever you want from there. You can tell me when you feel like to meet the others, I'll show you around. " She took out a key from her pocket and unlocked the door of an empty room.I thanked her for showing the way and apologized for the earlier incident.We exchanged phone numbers and bid each other goodbye. I entered the room and shut the door behind me."So tiring....." I walked to the bedroom and jumped straight into the fluffy bed without taking care of my growling stomach. *Riiiinng*I woke up to the ringing of my phone. I searched for my cellphone with my eyes still closed and my head still glued to the pillow. I found my phone beside the pillow and answered the call without checking who it was."Hello..?""Rai, it's me — Hazel. There's something I
*next morning* I fluttered open my eyes when I felt the warm sunlight kiss me good morning. I got out of my bed and finished off the daily routine. I walked to the kitchen and prepared egg toasts for myself— it'd always been my breakfast as far as I could remember, since that was only dish I could cook. My mom, well...she never had time for me so she was never there to cook me breakfast or dinner, I always had to buy takeouts for dinner. I stuffed the egg toast into my mouth and casually sat on the couch ans switched on the T.V. "Not the boring news again.." I thought and was about to switch to the next channel butsomething caught my attention. I began listening carefully to what the reporter had to say: "Two victims of assumed murder in the city of Blueburn reported last night at 9:45 pm. Victims were found in a forest close to an orphanage soaked in blood. The forensic reports said that the victims had their hearts and li
I reached my apartment and was about to take out the key from my pocket, when I remembered that today was the first day of my part time job at 2pm."How could I forget that?!" I gasped in panic and scurried out of the building.Hazel had suggested me a coffee shop nearby a few days ago, so I decided to check it out. Luckily, I got in, but the manager is so atrocious that it's indescribable with words. I hated him the moment I saw him barking at the waiters. But nonetheless, I decided to get a job there since it was quiet close to my apartment.I ran as fast as I could, as if I was being chased by a monster. I managed to reach the coffee shop in the nick of time. I entered the shop breathlessly, sweat dripping from my forehead. I could see the manager near the counter glaring daggers at me.I prepared myself for him to fire me out as he approached me with his hands crossed over his chest."Where were you?" He asked in a cold
Last night was the most horrible and eventful night ever. I'd dressed the wound before going to sleep but I couldn't get even an ounce of sleep because of the stinging pain from the wound. I just kept tossing and turning on the bed restlessly. The very comfortable bed seemed like the most uncomfortable for me.Soon, my eyelids felt heavy and I forced myself to sleep. All the running had left me tired and worn out.*Next morning*I woke up to the familiar chirping of the birds and for once felt blessed to be surrounded by such beauty. I stretched my arms to wipe the grogginess away. The smile I had earlier was replaced by disdain when I felt blood oozing out of the dressing around my wounded arm."Ugh, the wound's open." I winced as I clutched the wound tightly with my other hand and got up from the bed.I was about to go change the dressing, when—
After the murder of my manager, I started getting paranoid — I couldn't walk on the streets without my heart banging against my chest and my eyes wandering here and there, searching for anything suspicious. For all I know is that he could just come to my apartment this instant and kill me, but why isn't he doing it yet? Perhaps, does he yet not know where I live even though he killed my manager? I've no idea. I can't help but blame my unlucky self. If only I hadn't been late to work that day, I wouldn't have gotten into the night shift and taken a walk in the park, and all of this would have been prevented. The manager wouldn't have died. I couldn't imagine what his wife and children must be going through— and it's all because of me. I couldn't sleep the whole night. Just kept tossing and turning on my bed, thinking about a plan to save myself from this mess. I sunk so deep into my thoughts that I didn't realise that it had become morning already, that is
Days were flying by smoothly and everything returned back to normal—no more murders, and nol more threats. I stopped having nightmares about that night and my paranoia slowly faded away, too. Whereas for Noel and I, we've eventually become great friends over the past few months. Noel was really smart, but more than that, he was weird. I had seen him texting people with his phone upside down. He's too lazy to even switch on the lights in his room. I'd yelled at him several times when I saw the lights off as soon as I got home.But he just says, "Lazy is such an ugly word. I prefer the term 'selective participation'."Even though our differences stood as a barrier between us, his friendliness and weirdness eventually drew me closer to him and it gradually broke the wall between us. The awkwardness was no more there and it almost became an everyday routine for Hazel to hangout at our apartment as well.I h
I began shuffling through my wardrobe for that one outfit I wanted to wear. My face lit up when my eyes caught the sight of the black jacket and white shirt under a pile of my clothes. "Ah, here it is!" I took them out with a big smile. I hadn't dressed up to go out for quite a while. I was so occupied with my part-time job and not to mention, taking a few trips to the police station for acquiring legal permission to get my charges off me, that is, with the help of Mr. Ryan.We were going to an amusement park. Hazel had suggested that I should take a day off from work since everything was becoming too tiring for me. I remembered Mira flashing an encouraging smile at me when she said, "I'll give you two days off. Go have some rest." I couldn't thank her enough for her kindness.Hazel was the one to propose the idea of an amusement park. Noel didn't really bother to come at first —He said he needed to "conserve energy" and that her idea was "ch
I couldn't stop thinking about the message when I was at the hospital where Noel was getting his surgery done. I felt sick and disgusted...and useless. I could only pray for him to be alive. Something wasn't sitting right with me that entire time. I couldn't comprehend why the killer was after Noel instead of me. I was the one to witness the murder, not Noel...then why? He doesn't even know that I was involved.Anxiety and unease filled my chest as I kept tapping my feet on the ground restlessly, waiting for the doctor, while Hazel's weeps were crystal clear in the cold and quiet hallway. Not a word slipped out of her mouth ever since the incident. She just kept crying for hours like that. The only words that ever came out of her mouth were, "It's all my fault...I shouldn't have brought him there.."I don't know how long they'd known each other but they certainly value each other like family.The door of the surgery room swung open.I immediately looked u
Days passed by with Noel going out for the investigation early in the morning before I wake up and Hazel locking herself inside her house for most time of the day. Naturally, I got worried about her and tried knocking at her door and calling out her name several times but no sound came from the other side of the door except for what seemed like continuous tapping of her fingers on a keyboard and clinking of cans as it fell on the floor. Those noises were the only evidence that proved her existence inside that apartment which saw no light for more than two weeks. I could have given her space if she was actually working, but as far as I know, she is merely a keeper of the orphanage. She isn't even legally an adult so it won't make sense for her to work on something that requires a keyboard. I wish I could just slam the door open and drag her out of that den to see the light of the day—Obviously it won't kill her to come out once in a while.But today, I didn
It was already midnight."Noel promised that he'd come earlier so what's taking him so long?" I kept tapping my feet on the ground restlessly while waiting for Noel with dinner all ready and served on two plates on the table. It was getting too late so I decided to wait for him after finishing up the meal. I picked up my fork and started digging into the meat. As soon as a piece went into my mouth, the cold and hard layers of the meat landed on my tongue and my face twisted in disgust and I immediately spat it out."Ugh..the food got cold..." Frustrated, I dropped the silverware on the table with a loud clink. The taste of the cold meat still lingered on my tongue even after washing my mouth."I can't deal with this anymore. I'll just call him. He's probably in the investigation scene and his phone must've been switched off but it wouldn't hurt for me to try, right?" I mumbled under my breath and made my way to the bedroom to gr
"What? They moved next door? What kind of scheme are they plotting now?" Noel's irritated voice shot through the speaker of my phone.After I returned back to my apartment, I explained everything to Hazel and called Noel to inform him about them moving into our building. At first, Sam and Aleck moving into our building didn't seem as suspicious as I thought it would be until I related the circumstances around which they'd come here — The killer was on the loose, Noel had been attacked and all of a sudden they appeared infront of the apartment I live in, which is originally Noel's.As expected, Noel too, thought that it was unsettling that they were moving next door. We couldn't help but think if they were related to Noel's assault in any way since they'd been holding a grudge against him since forever. I shared my theory with him but he seemed unsure and skeptical about it."But that's unlikely of them. They wouldn't dare to lay a finger
"Me? What makes you certain that it'll be me?" Puzzled, Hazel arched a brow at him slightly tilting her head.I glanced over at Hazel for a brief moment, to see if she's taking in the news well. But to my surprise, she didn't seem tensed at all. Does her death not bother her? Or perhaps she had made up her mind to face the worst and was taking the situation more practically.I snapped back from my swirling thoughts when I heard Noel speaking up."I'm not certain, of course. It's a hunch. That being aside, if the killer actually wants to kill the ones Rai cares about, he might have a personal reason for committing murder." He frowned, and then turned to meet my eyes, "Rai, have you ever offended anyone so deeply that made someone readily commit murder?"I took a minute to recall anyone that would have been hurt by me so deeply but I couldn't find anyone like that from my memories."I don't recall anyone
I couldn't stop thinking about the message when I was at the hospital where Noel was getting his surgery done. I felt sick and disgusted...and useless. I could only pray for him to be alive. Something wasn't sitting right with me that entire time. I couldn't comprehend why the killer was after Noel instead of me. I was the one to witness the murder, not Noel...then why? He doesn't even know that I was involved.Anxiety and unease filled my chest as I kept tapping my feet on the ground restlessly, waiting for the doctor, while Hazel's weeps were crystal clear in the cold and quiet hallway. Not a word slipped out of her mouth ever since the incident. She just kept crying for hours like that. The only words that ever came out of her mouth were, "It's all my fault...I shouldn't have brought him there.."I don't know how long they'd known each other but they certainly value each other like family.The door of the surgery room swung open.I immediately looked u
I began shuffling through my wardrobe for that one outfit I wanted to wear. My face lit up when my eyes caught the sight of the black jacket and white shirt under a pile of my clothes. "Ah, here it is!" I took them out with a big smile. I hadn't dressed up to go out for quite a while. I was so occupied with my part-time job and not to mention, taking a few trips to the police station for acquiring legal permission to get my charges off me, that is, with the help of Mr. Ryan.We were going to an amusement park. Hazel had suggested that I should take a day off from work since everything was becoming too tiring for me. I remembered Mira flashing an encouraging smile at me when she said, "I'll give you two days off. Go have some rest." I couldn't thank her enough for her kindness.Hazel was the one to propose the idea of an amusement park. Noel didn't really bother to come at first —He said he needed to "conserve energy" and that her idea was "ch
Days were flying by smoothly and everything returned back to normal—no more murders, and nol more threats. I stopped having nightmares about that night and my paranoia slowly faded away, too. Whereas for Noel and I, we've eventually become great friends over the past few months. Noel was really smart, but more than that, he was weird. I had seen him texting people with his phone upside down. He's too lazy to even switch on the lights in his room. I'd yelled at him several times when I saw the lights off as soon as I got home.But he just says, "Lazy is such an ugly word. I prefer the term 'selective participation'."Even though our differences stood as a barrier between us, his friendliness and weirdness eventually drew me closer to him and it gradually broke the wall between us. The awkwardness was no more there and it almost became an everyday routine for Hazel to hangout at our apartment as well.I h
After the murder of my manager, I started getting paranoid — I couldn't walk on the streets without my heart banging against my chest and my eyes wandering here and there, searching for anything suspicious. For all I know is that he could just come to my apartment this instant and kill me, but why isn't he doing it yet? Perhaps, does he yet not know where I live even though he killed my manager? I've no idea. I can't help but blame my unlucky self. If only I hadn't been late to work that day, I wouldn't have gotten into the night shift and taken a walk in the park, and all of this would have been prevented. The manager wouldn't have died. I couldn't imagine what his wife and children must be going through— and it's all because of me. I couldn't sleep the whole night. Just kept tossing and turning on my bed, thinking about a plan to save myself from this mess. I sunk so deep into my thoughts that I didn't realise that it had become morning already, that is
Last night was the most horrible and eventful night ever. I'd dressed the wound before going to sleep but I couldn't get even an ounce of sleep because of the stinging pain from the wound. I just kept tossing and turning on the bed restlessly. The very comfortable bed seemed like the most uncomfortable for me.Soon, my eyelids felt heavy and I forced myself to sleep. All the running had left me tired and worn out.*Next morning*I woke up to the familiar chirping of the birds and for once felt blessed to be surrounded by such beauty. I stretched my arms to wipe the grogginess away. The smile I had earlier was replaced by disdain when I felt blood oozing out of the dressing around my wounded arm."Ugh, the wound's open." I winced as I clutched the wound tightly with my other hand and got up from the bed.I was about to go change the dressing, when—