C62 – What Arnold Did - “There are two necklaces, one was supposed to be given to you, and the other one was mine, why didn’t you know that?” I was beyond horrified when Andrea said those words clearly, my chest was heaving and it got harder to breathe. We slept side by side in my room but I couldn’t fall asleep, so I opened my eyes and stood. I know my hair was like a bird’s nest right now and my eyes were bloodshot, I glance at the clock and it says it was two in the morning. I was supposed to get some water to appease my soul and just get, at this rate, an hour or two of sleep, I’m also craving some fired eggs, eggs with potatoes maybe? Or with onions. But my thoughts were cut off when I saw someone standing in the kitchen, particularly near the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing outside and sipping from a little cup. Ahh, the omelet was so good right now, my palate was yearning for it. My foot and a large vase I never know on the bottom of the stairs met and made a thud, pain
I don’t mind giving up the farmhouse, at least I know that whoever would live here would be responsible enough and could take care of the house and love it. I couldn’t protest Tyler if he thought the owner of this house fits Andrea more than I did, I myself saw how this house was from the beginning and gave up more than a few times, I wouldn’t be able to fix the water or lights without him asking for Neneuis and others’ help. So today, I’m going to the attic and finding out more about myself. I called it a secret door because it was hidden, I turned on the yellow light, and boxes with a cloth full of dust welcomed me. On the side was the box we opened, the one Azi and Lea were on the top and the other four were the first one I found full of baby clothes. Because I’m the only person here anyway, Andrea went to school, I surrendered my time to cleaning over the attic. This house was larger than I think. I touched the neck of the broken guitar and black spiders crawled away, I tried n
On the day of the prom, I feel drowsy as soon as I woke up.Maybe because I knew there was something in my life that I'll miss or maybe because I just knew what happened to Arnold and Ira and Danisha's problem. Earlier, I met with Ira at the back of the school, her tummy's noticeable and so she doesn't wear the school uniform anymore, just PE pants and a jacket. Danisha’s super angry, of course, and she got a super rich dad who backs her up. She wanted Ira to abort the child. Just like what Hayley told, but Ira ran away, so long story short they're searching the whole place to find her. And that bastard name Arnold was hiding under Danisha’s skirt like a good boy. Oh, how I wish he'll get the punishment he deserves. -"Are you ready?" Tiffany sprouts on the door like a mushroom. I rolled my eyes at her. "I'm not coming." It's almost night, and it's nearing the time of the party. I forgot where I put the invitation from school though, but I'm on my study table scribbling gibber
I have changed. I feel like I grew taller and my outlook in life changed, I've become garrulous and my body was more defined than it ever was. Before the night ended, I received a frantic call from Hayley; Tyler and Tiffany drove me to school and I never expected I would watch some burning again after I burned my stepfather's car. Hayley said it was an accident. Morning arrived and I walked on the street to the gates of my school and read the names of those who died at the gate. Abigail, Mikee, Charlotte, Jolina, Lizette, Jamie Ann... to name a few. All these unfamiliar faces passed my sight. They were burned alive and I could hear their cries of pain even after here. Would I die too if I came to the party? A small smile formed on my lips; a part of me sighed in relief but a part of me also regretted it. The former thought I still have a lot to do so I need to live while the latter sulked in the corner with her hands on her face. But hey, at least they die happy. "Hey, you're
Like the last time, I got accused again, and now I wary of how I look, do I really look like I could commit a crime? Do I paint my reputation of burning everything I see? I only did it once, and he deserved that. For hiding the truth and for dropping it at the wrong time, for not feeling any remorse and flirting with other girls while I watched my mom get lowered to the ground, for being a bastard and trying to strangle me. All of that. All of those wrongdoings and even if he tried to be nice and let it slide by not trying to kill me any further or not giving false gossip to the people. I still hate him. "Yes." I got back from reverie when Andrea responded, agreeing to me, but as much as I'd like for her to feel the same way, it's just not. I just got back home from the police station and have a conversation with Andrea, talking about the sudden burning of the school and how Hayley fainted when she heard Arnold also died. I put the empty glass of water on the table and filled it
There's nothing more hurtful than thinking no one sided with you and your friend whom you think wouldn't do something terrible would do something terrible. She may be in a hard time right now because no one's believing in her. I ran to the stairs to my room and locked the door.I fished my phone in my pocket and hit her with a text. It's almost midnight, and the sky's clear and dark and seemed too far away. I knew that there would always be a chance to save Hayley, and that chance was now because if I didn’t fight with her, what kind of friends are we? Sure thing we don't hang out as much as most friends do, but she's been thoughtful and cheerful and treated me as a friend in school. I tried to be as silent as possible on opening the balcony's window, I'm trying to sneak out but I don't want them to think I sneak out I want them to think that I've been up in my room crying because they hurt my feelings. Maybe I want them to feel remorse. When the wind rushed through me, I inhale
"Here, a bottled water, tissue, and some medicine." I faced Tyler with my after-I-puke-I-want-to-die face because seriously, I can feel the throbbing on my head now and my temperature rising up. It's a cold weather but I feel hot all over. I got some tissue and accepted his offer. "How did you know?" "Eh, you don't mean I shouldn't know now, do you?" I glowered at him for his nonchalant reply, I was able to stand straight, and he gave me a paper bag to put my used tissues on. It's nice of him doing it, but his cool reply made me want to take my words back. Tyler stared at me and patted me on the head, which got me startled, but I felt his hand on my head, so I was able to relax after a second. "Don't worry, I expected you to be sick. After all, you've been worried as hell, and you don't take care of your body." I averted my gaze to the surroundings, in disguised of finding a trash bin because I feel shy. I know this was already late, but I feel like a blooming pretty flower on to
What's wrong with people being selfish and mean? Can't they just be nice to each other? What kind of upbringing did they acquire? I used to be mean too and selfish, but I learned the hard way that there's nothing I'll gain there. I won't meet real friends, have bonded with wolves, and then find myself. I won't be going to move on. I'm still going to be stuck on that moment where everything tastes bitter, and I feel like crying all the time. But with the thought of my other friend being dead, I contemplate that thought of mine. It's still unknown whether Hayley was at fault for the fire, but everyone's blaming her, though, everyone except me. Arnold killed Hayley, started the fire, and started to rebel. He's an ugly murderer. He should rot in hell! "Harriet! You're sick! Where are you going?"I stopped in my tracks when Tyler called me. We're at the back part of Hayley's residence, and a bu