White sheets covered the body from head to toe, and a familiar wrinkly hand, so pale and lifeless, dangled from the side.
The next few seconds went in a blur as I felt a bulb inside me suddenly going off like my world just stopped functioning or came to an end. There was no more pain, no panic, no worries like they were numbed and long forgotten.
The stretcher passed by me, and I kept staring until they pushed it inside a staff elevator. I didn't even know if I blinked or breathed or even was alive in the first place to begin with, but I surely couldn't feel my soul neither my heart nor myself.
I was simply gone.
Like a tv when turned off, a candle when extinguished or a flower when dried.
"Hazel!" a distant voice called as I felt myself being shook. My head turned to the source, and saw Brooke observing me with wide, puffy, red eyes, conce
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My eyes opened from the silky, warm rays of the morning sun, gracing my face and moved to my hand, dangling from the edge. White strips embraced my palm and fingers diagonally. I frowned, running my other hand through my hair and pressing it over my skull. My head throbbed like someone hammered it with utter hatred. Sitting upright, I looked back at my injured hand, inspecting it. What happened to me? My mind was blank. I couldn't remember a thing. Dragging myself out of the bed, I stood up, only to fall back down as the room began to spin. Groaning, I stayed put for another minute till the phase passed and got back to my feet. "Brooke?" I called, but no sound came out as my throat felt excessively sored, like someone had been rubbing sandpaper over it for days. Exiting my room, I looked around, spotting no one in sight. "Brooke?" I tried to call again, and a series of dry coughs left me. Careenin
Climbing into my car, I revved up the engine. It sickened me, thinking about where I was about to go, but for my brother, I was ready to cross all the oceans in the world. On the way, I passed the street that I had crossed five days a week for the past few months to go to work. But today as I drove away from it, it felt like I was driving away from my home, from a place that I had gotten so accustomed to that it physically hurt just from trying not to look that way. It was like my heart and mind was still there inside that fuscous cabin, only my body ran away, far away from that place. My eyes darted to my phone, and I had to employ all my willpower to restrain myself from reaching it and calling Dimitri again. Instead I drew out the pendant from inside my dress and clutched on it. I wondered if he felt the same, if he thought about me, if that burning yearning gnawed at his chest as well. But then a shaky sigh escaped my lips, rem
"Here is your room, dear. Mr Montero will see you in the morning," saying Cora left. I nodded, my backpack slipping off my shoulder and falling on the marble floor with a thud. Following it, I slid against the door, cocooning myself into a ball. I was exhausted, so much I lacked the mere energy to lift my eyelids and take a look at the new inferno I had casted myself into. Not that I had not fought, because I did. I called a couple more personnels, literally begging them, but no one gutted enough to embroil with the Kingstons. So, once again, I was left with no more choices... *** "Hazel? Dearie, wake up. Hazel, darling?" I felt myself being shaken. Fluttering my eyes open, I tilted my head, only to feel a sharp ache shooting through my neck. A groan left me as I shut my eyes tight. "Are you okay, honey? Is it cramps? Why did you
Time seemed to slow down as we stared at each other. His eyes were blazing while mine probably showed hurt. I couldn't take the fact that he might have gotten back with Catherine. He perhaps replaced me already. But my thoughts came to a stop when the glass in his hand suddenly popped, and red liquid slowly dripped down his hand. What was concerning was that the drink he was having, was ember in color, not red. "Dimitri," I gasped. His eyes lifted to glare at me one more time, before he turned and strode away. "Wait, Dimitri." I was about to run behind him when a hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me. "Nah ah, now where do you think you're going?" Catherine spoke in her thin, high-pitched voice, her nails digging in my flesh. "He is hurt. He needs his hand treated," I gritted out.
The majestic, silvery hue of the night stretched over the calm water of the Michigan lake, yet it could not penetrate the depth where she held her darkest arcanum. Just like the crisp breeze that blew past me, yet failed to pacify the turmoil inside. I felt like I was in a vessel, lost and deserted far in the sea, with no direction to where I headed. Did he know something all this time? Or did he not? Those questions kept swirling in my head like an ingenious dolphin spinning over the surface of the sea. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Dimitri might have known about my secret for God knew how long, yet he kept quiet. But... "Why?" A deep, low masculine voice sounded from behind, and I whipped around, a small frown appearing in between my brows. Dimitri stood there, a few feet away, just as still as the lake, but in those frazzled eyes, danced so many emotions.&n
I tip-toed inside, closing the door behind me and making sure a certain someone suspected. But before he came, I glanced around, messed through the drawers and shelves, finally spotting the file I had given Montero on the day of my doom. My smirk broadened as I fished out the lighter, I snatched from one of the guards at the front gate and lit it. That's when the door shot open and before me stood Montero's most loyal guard dog, Ryan. His eyes widened as I brought the papers in contact with the fire and they shrunk back, turning ashen little by little. "You bitch!" he screamed, pulling the file out of my hand and hauling it at the floor. His foot stepped over the papers repeatedly until the fire came to a cease. Then his crazed eyes turned to me, and he launched towards me, gripping my neck, hurling me against the wall behind. My heart curtailed in fear in one corner of my chest, but I faced him head on, sending him the best
My eyes widened to their limits, before a body collided into mine, flying us into the hard floor. More screams resonated throughout the hall and more gunshots could be heard, but all that occupied my mind were those terrifying words. "Are you okay, Hazel?" Sylvester asked from above me, his eyes frantically scanning over my body. "He killed my mother," I muttered. "I'm sorry about that," he replied with pity lacing his voice. "He killed my mother," I repeated, letting the news sink in my head. Suddenly the world began to blur before my eyes, and time slowed down. All these years, I had been associating with my mother's killer. I had been believing his lies, thinking she died from a heart attack while... "He murdered her..." "Hazel?" "Montero killed her..." I gasped, but no air reached my l
Tip-tap, tip-tap, like the steps of little babies, the seniors rushed out of the house on the front porch. Curiosity laced in their eyes, and excitement was expressed in the way their hands jerked. Standing before them, I cleared my throat. "Actually, I have brought someone to meet y'all today," I announced, not being able to hide the smile tearing through my lips continuously. "Who?" Lauren perked. "Who is it?" Ben asked, craning his head from side to side to look behind me as if I hid someone there. "Is it another new member?" Dorothy joined in the questioning spree. Chuckling at them, I glanced at the Rolls Royce awaiting in the driveway and gestured with my head. "Come out." Everyone's wandering gazes turned to that direction as the car door opened ajar and stayed like that for a few moments. The anticipation was
Makeup is not a mask. Makeup is art. Makeup is Passion. Makeup is an expression. I found the quote to be true when my eyes fell on the mirror, and I gawked at the girl staring back. Her hair was swept up in a messy ballerina bun with curls falling around her round face, and her makeup was immaculately perfect. Smokey eyeshadow under freshly waxed eyebrows, made the baby blue in her eyes pop like a blue lagoon in a dark cave, and light pink lipstick adorned her lips in complement to the blush on her cheeks. My finger grazed along one of my flawless contoured cheekbones in awe. I felt like a pretty princess, fresh out of a disney castle. "Do you like it?" Caroline questioned, from beside me. She was the head of the makeup team Dimitri hired for me, the ultimate make-up queen. "I look so beautiful!" I gushed. &nbs
Tip-tap, tip-tap, like the steps of little babies, the seniors rushed out of the house on the front porch. Curiosity laced in their eyes, and excitement was expressed in the way their hands jerked. Standing before them, I cleared my throat. "Actually, I have brought someone to meet y'all today," I announced, not being able to hide the smile tearing through my lips continuously. "Who?" Lauren perked. "Who is it?" Ben asked, craning his head from side to side to look behind me as if I hid someone there. "Is it another new member?" Dorothy joined in the questioning spree. Chuckling at them, I glanced at the Rolls Royce awaiting in the driveway and gestured with my head. "Come out." Everyone's wandering gazes turned to that direction as the car door opened ajar and stayed like that for a few moments. The anticipation was
My eyes widened to their limits, before a body collided into mine, flying us into the hard floor. More screams resonated throughout the hall and more gunshots could be heard, but all that occupied my mind were those terrifying words. "Are you okay, Hazel?" Sylvester asked from above me, his eyes frantically scanning over my body. "He killed my mother," I muttered. "I'm sorry about that," he replied with pity lacing his voice. "He killed my mother," I repeated, letting the news sink in my head. Suddenly the world began to blur before my eyes, and time slowed down. All these years, I had been associating with my mother's killer. I had been believing his lies, thinking she died from a heart attack while... "He murdered her..." "Hazel?" "Montero killed her..." I gasped, but no air reached my l
I tip-toed inside, closing the door behind me and making sure a certain someone suspected. But before he came, I glanced around, messed through the drawers and shelves, finally spotting the file I had given Montero on the day of my doom. My smirk broadened as I fished out the lighter, I snatched from one of the guards at the front gate and lit it. That's when the door shot open and before me stood Montero's most loyal guard dog, Ryan. His eyes widened as I brought the papers in contact with the fire and they shrunk back, turning ashen little by little. "You bitch!" he screamed, pulling the file out of my hand and hauling it at the floor. His foot stepped over the papers repeatedly until the fire came to a cease. Then his crazed eyes turned to me, and he launched towards me, gripping my neck, hurling me against the wall behind. My heart curtailed in fear in one corner of my chest, but I faced him head on, sending him the best
The majestic, silvery hue of the night stretched over the calm water of the Michigan lake, yet it could not penetrate the depth where she held her darkest arcanum. Just like the crisp breeze that blew past me, yet failed to pacify the turmoil inside. I felt like I was in a vessel, lost and deserted far in the sea, with no direction to where I headed. Did he know something all this time? Or did he not? Those questions kept swirling in my head like an ingenious dolphin spinning over the surface of the sea. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Dimitri might have known about my secret for God knew how long, yet he kept quiet. But... "Why?" A deep, low masculine voice sounded from behind, and I whipped around, a small frown appearing in between my brows. Dimitri stood there, a few feet away, just as still as the lake, but in those frazzled eyes, danced so many emotions.&n
Time seemed to slow down as we stared at each other. His eyes were blazing while mine probably showed hurt. I couldn't take the fact that he might have gotten back with Catherine. He perhaps replaced me already. But my thoughts came to a stop when the glass in his hand suddenly popped, and red liquid slowly dripped down his hand. What was concerning was that the drink he was having, was ember in color, not red. "Dimitri," I gasped. His eyes lifted to glare at me one more time, before he turned and strode away. "Wait, Dimitri." I was about to run behind him when a hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me. "Nah ah, now where do you think you're going?" Catherine spoke in her thin, high-pitched voice, her nails digging in my flesh. "He is hurt. He needs his hand treated," I gritted out.
"Here is your room, dear. Mr Montero will see you in the morning," saying Cora left. I nodded, my backpack slipping off my shoulder and falling on the marble floor with a thud. Following it, I slid against the door, cocooning myself into a ball. I was exhausted, so much I lacked the mere energy to lift my eyelids and take a look at the new inferno I had casted myself into. Not that I had not fought, because I did. I called a couple more personnels, literally begging them, but no one gutted enough to embroil with the Kingstons. So, once again, I was left with no more choices... *** "Hazel? Dearie, wake up. Hazel, darling?" I felt myself being shaken. Fluttering my eyes open, I tilted my head, only to feel a sharp ache shooting through my neck. A groan left me as I shut my eyes tight. "Are you okay, honey? Is it cramps? Why did you
Climbing into my car, I revved up the engine. It sickened me, thinking about where I was about to go, but for my brother, I was ready to cross all the oceans in the world. On the way, I passed the street that I had crossed five days a week for the past few months to go to work. But today as I drove away from it, it felt like I was driving away from my home, from a place that I had gotten so accustomed to that it physically hurt just from trying not to look that way. It was like my heart and mind was still there inside that fuscous cabin, only my body ran away, far away from that place. My eyes darted to my phone, and I had to employ all my willpower to restrain myself from reaching it and calling Dimitri again. Instead I drew out the pendant from inside my dress and clutched on it. I wondered if he felt the same, if he thought about me, if that burning yearning gnawed at his chest as well. But then a shaky sigh escaped my lips, rem
My eyes opened from the silky, warm rays of the morning sun, gracing my face and moved to my hand, dangling from the edge. White strips embraced my palm and fingers diagonally. I frowned, running my other hand through my hair and pressing it over my skull. My head throbbed like someone hammered it with utter hatred. Sitting upright, I looked back at my injured hand, inspecting it. What happened to me? My mind was blank. I couldn't remember a thing. Dragging myself out of the bed, I stood up, only to fall back down as the room began to spin. Groaning, I stayed put for another minute till the phase passed and got back to my feet. "Brooke?" I called, but no sound came out as my throat felt excessively sored, like someone had been rubbing sandpaper over it for days. Exiting my room, I looked around, spotting no one in sight. "Brooke?" I tried to call again, and a series of dry coughs left me. Careenin