[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
The policemen interrogated me about what happened last night. The guy was revealed to be Melinda's best friend, who is in love with her.I told the police that I was a victim and the guy planned to kill me too.When they asked me where the gunshot in the guy's hand came from, I told them it was probably from a fight he had before he came here.Thankfully, I left the gun inside the cabinet, and they didn't find it.The policemen believed every single thing I said, of course.Some adults are really gullible and easy to manipulate.
If we think that children are innocent and know nothing about the world, think twice.
I'm kind of tired and exhausted witnessing deaths in my life, but it makes me somehow satisfied.Very satisfied.
"Bella!" Jameson called me right after the policemen finished asking me senseless questions.[Belladonna's Point of View] People say that November is when spirits come back to the world to meet their loved ones. I don't believe in ghosts. If there were any, I guess mom and aunt Melinda would haunt me right at this very moment. To be honest, ghosts aren't scary at all. Humans are a lot scarier, living life like dead people. I'm looking for an outfit to wear because Jameson asked me to a Halloween party tonight. I guess we'll go trick or treating to different homes just like what chocolate-faced kids do. Then I found this cute orange pumpkin dress with wings. It's not so attractive but acceptable enough, I guess. The police permitted me to go out as long as we wouldn't go far away from the neighborhood. I grabbed a lamp and a basket to place the treats we were gonna get. Should I get my gun? Nevermind. I went outside and saw Jameson waiting for
[ Belladonna's Point of View ]Another day, another reason for me to survive.The policemen already left weeks ago since they've been guarding the mansion, and nothing suspicious is happening for a month.Now that I'm all alone again, I feel like something's going to happen this day.I'm looking forward....Knock. Knock. Knock.Who's it this time? Now that the policemen left?Is it Jameson? He didn't visit me for days.I slowly opened the door and saw a familiar guy.It's the devil.He still has the guts to come into this mansion he abandoned?"Hi, Donna, my dearest daughter. Have you missed papa?" He uttered typically without even feeling a pang of single guilt.I just stared at him blankly since I didn't feel anything. Neither anger, despair, nor pain. Zilch."Won't you let me inside our home?"When he
[ Belladonna's Point of View ] The scorching sun met my skin as I awake from a deep sleep. What happened yesterday? Right, I told Jameson that my 'parent' was getting me, and he told me to call him anytime I needed help. Well, I don't need his help, but it might be of use. However, I don't have a phone. I started to pack my things up and bought the necessary items. Oh right, the gun. Sometimes, people give things to others that they will regret in the future. So never give anything you will regret. ... "There you are, Bella. Let's go! I'm sure you will be excited to see your new home." The devil came to pick me up. As I went outside the mansion, I looked back and smirked. That mansion is where everything began. I never spoke a word or two when the devil was driving his car. I feel like this car would
[ Belladonna's Point of View ] What the heck? There are cameras hidden all over my room. I also checked the bathroom, and there were some. Why did I only notice it now? Ugh! It's been three days since Angel placed these cameras here, but she's not coming home yet. That brat, I'll torture her once she comes home. I removed all cameras I saw and crushed them. This isn't good. "Hey, woman!" I went out of my room and called for the devil's wife. "Oh, Bella! You finally came out of that room! Come on and get some sunshine." "What are these?" I showed her the crushed pieces of cameras. She looked at it and looked back at me, then looked at it again and back at me. "Hahaha! It's just been three days since they started monitoring you, and you found those immediately? That's crazy!" "What are you up to?" "That's a secret.
[ Belladonna's Point of View ]Knock. Knock. Knock"Hey, Honey! Bella! Are you guys done already?"Finally, you're here, papa."Oh, hi Bella! Where's your mom? How did the business go?""Hmm, it's a success!" I smiled at him."You seem really happy. Why won't you let me in?""Oh, sure."I opened the door widely, and he was immediately startled by what he saw."Oh my goodness! Honey! Jessa! Jessa, who did this to you?!"He slowly looked at me with his eyes fuming in anger."You did this? Did you do this!?""Whoa, slow down, buddy. Yes, I did that, and what's the matter? Hahaha! Do you know her reaction was so funny? She's so scared and te-""Shut up, you little brat! We let you stay here for you to live a comfortable life, and you're doing this to us?!"Oh, my. Jackson's coming near me.
[ Jameson's Point of View ]I've never thought I would experience this kind of stupefying event ever in my life.Bella, she's been the first person I considered a friend - aside from my sister.I told her I would do anything to help her out. She's been experiencing a lot of traumatic and agonizing situations at a young age.One day, she asked for help from me. I was so happy because I could at least prove myself worthy of a friend.I'm a techy person. I can hack some websites and get information that isn't supposed to be revealed.Bella asked for help from me to gather information about Fatima, her stepmother. I just followed her because I didn't have any idea about what was up in her sleeves.After that, she told me to watch and record the maltreatment of her parents, but I never thought it would be and end horribly.I've seen everything. I don't know what to do
[ Belladonna Point of View ]I am currently rummaging my pink sling bag as I look for my class schedule. It's been a week, and I haven't memorized the schedules yet.My life wasn't boring in the past years because Jameson kept me company. I still don't consider him as a friend but rather a necessity. As long as he's by my side, I have someone I can control."Oh right, first class is Math," I whispered underneath my breath as I looked at the schedule.I was about to go inside the classroom, but I bumped with a very somber guy. He is wearing a black hooded jacket and converse sneakers. His hands were placed inside his pocket while listening to music on his Bluetooth earphones."Please look at where you're walking." I frigidly told him."Sorry." He glanced at me for a while and smirked."Geez," I mumbled.I went to my designated seat, particularly at the front near the windo
[ Belladonna's Point of View ] I pressed the keys of my phone as I searched for something involving psychology. I spent all my time researching how and why people feel emotions. Maybe, I should be a psychologist when I grow up. In that way, I could assess these emotions better. But isn't it better if people don't feel any emotions at all? These emotions are the reasons why people won't use their brains. It just makes people dumb. I sighed deeply and lay down on my lavender-scented soft bed. At some point, I thought it would be nice if I had emotions, but most of the time, I didn't want to feel those. I was born this way, and I'm sure there are many people out there like me. "Hi, Bella!" Jameson opened the door of my room and looked at me. He's still wearing his P.E. uniform. "Go out, you stink!" I rudely replied. He mocked me and closed the door again.
[ Calcifer's Point of View ]Hi, I am Calcifer Salvador Abalos. A five-year-old kid who loves painting, eating, playing, dancing, EVERYTHING!I'm currently painting a portrait of my mom right now. Papa said she died while giving birth to me, and I really love my mama even if I haven't seen her personally.Because love is felt by the heart and not seen by the eyes.I love my parents so much.But papa just got mad at me a while back because my girl classmate kissed me at daycare.I swear, I didn't want her.Maybe papa got jealous because he's single. So, I'm painting a portrait of mom.
[ Jameson's Point of View ]I'm standing right in front of Bella's grave. I placed the bouquet of red roses, and tears started to fall from my eyes."It's been a year, darling," I mumbled even if she couldn't hear me. I sat on the grass and looked at her, seven feet below me."Do you remember? Today is our first wedding anniversary." Tears continued flowing. I can't help but think about her.Her beauty.Her smile.Her boldness.I miss her so much."And tomorrow is your death anniversary. Also, Calcifer's first birthday," I added, stammering.
[ Bella's Point of View ] I smell strawberries. I woke up from a deep nightmare, and my head hurt so bad. "Good evening, Bella." Jameson stepped inside my room without any shirt. As soon as I saw him, I remembered him kissing the lady at the grocery. Turns out that the girl suddenly attacked him. I got jealous for no reason. YES, I WAS FREAKING JEALOUS! "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I screamed at him. That's right, I was drunk yesterday. I had to drink so I could forget every single thing that had happened. "Why do you keep forgettin
[Bella's Point of View]Jameson was kissing a lady.I dropped my credit card, and Janice immediately tapped me. That, I came back to my consciousness."Bella, are you okay?" she asked and paid my bill.I just looked at her and smiled faintly. I don't know why but I can feel my heart in pieces.Could I possibly be jealous? No, that's not it.Maybe it just hurts because Jameson used to kiss me, and now he's kissing another woman.But does that make any difference? I shouldn't feel jealous at all. We're just-"Bella, what just happened to you?" Janic
[ Bella's Point of View ]How do I even know what love is?I pulled my hair out of frustration because I'm literally overthinking about LOVE!Janice said it's up to me to discover what love is for me, but I can't!Maybe I'm not meant to feel it. After all, I'm still a psychopath.Apparently, I'm fifty percent psychopathic because I'm not as emotionless as before.Is there such a thing?Jameson has been on my mind day and night. I'm paranoid over something I shouldn't be worrying about.Oh, Bella, what a pity!!
[ Bella's Point of View ]Four years later."You better go home, Bella. Do you plan on overworking yourself?"I glanced at my co-intern, Janice. We've been working until ten in the evening.I sighed and leaned on my swivel chair."I want to finish this whole internship thing and start working my ass off to get money," I replied and placed my hands on my face.I'm finally a psychology intern. Just a few more years, and I'll be a psychiatrist."Just stop worrying about that! You're the top student anyway. You'll be a great psychiatrist even if you don't join the internship," Janice said and grabbe
[Bella's Point of View]I smell strawberry cake. It's my favorite.I walked outside my room and saw Jameson baking. He wasn't wearing any shirt, just my apron and a pair of black jeans."What are you doing?" I asked, and he looked at me."Good morning, Bella. Sorry, it's hot, so I had to remove my shirt," he explained.I wasn't asking about it but never mind.It's been ten days since the incident, and I'm back at the dorm. Even if they already allowed me to live in the mansion, I will never go back.I heard Niana was brought to a mental hospital. I want to talk to her about her last words during
Warning: This chapter contains scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. Read at your own risk.[ Bella's Point of View ]"Hi, Bella," Niana muttered and smiled at me as soon as she shot a bullet directly on Copper's head.Angel looked at her older brother, lying on the floor, dead while blood was continuously dripping from his skull. She cried out loud for her brother's name and looked at Niana with a deadly stare."WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" She screamed while hugging the corpse of her brother."Well, I couldn't let the both of you kill Bella. You shouldn't be doing my job," Niana said in a very different tone from how she used to speak to me before.
[ Bella's Point of View ]"Cooper," I mumbled.He was wearing a uniform of a delivery guy, but that didn't stop me from recognizing who he was.He let out a chuckle and stared blankly at me."You weren't killing people these past years. What happened?" He asked and slightly tilted his head.I didn't speak a word. How did he find me? Why is he wearing a delivery guy uniform? Why is he here?A lot of thoughts are coming inside my head."Hmm, you won't answer? Is it because you are busy flirting with two men?"How dare he?