NOAH
3 days later
Glitter particles glistened on the dark fabric; the pattern was interrupted by a white glimmering sphere; its beams kissed the lake's water into the deepest grey. The scent from Wisterias, running my fingers through the velvety green hair of the land, and Ella’s giggles soothed my soul.
Since we got married, Ella and I haven’t left the lake house. We don’t meet people. We only go to the grocery store and nearby places to get the stuff we need. That too together. She doesn’t let me slip out of her sight.
“You never tell me about your family,” I said to her.
“You are my family.”
“Not me. Your parents. And sister,” I insisted.
The more she refused to talk about them, the more curious I get. All I know is that she had a sister, who doesn’t talk to her anymore. Doesn’t even live in the same city. And her parents died when she was young. She doesn’t talk about the great times she had with them. Everybody has a good time with their parents.
“There’s nothing to talk about them, Noah.”
I set my eyes into hers squinting them in suspicion and tardily moved my face towards her.
“I want to have our own little family.”
She beamed at me. I smiled back. And drowned in her eyes.
“You, me, and our two little kids. Or eleven.”
She chuckled and pushed my face away with a gentle force of her hand. Ella either wanted to have only one or two children or a lot. Like eleven, twelve. Nothing in between.
2 days later
“Play it.” Ella was bursting with joy.
The laptop screen showed Ella and me sitting beside each other in a white tent embellished by a series of yellow lights connected through a thin wire. Her head rested on my shoulder. She was clothed in an off-white wedding gown, neckline laced, and sleeves puffed at the shoulders. She had a delicate gold chain around her neck, with a heart pendant. That was my gift to her. For our wedding. I perched in a black suit with a white shirt inside and a black silk tie that dangled from my neck.
“We didn’t have a regular wedding. None of our relatives attended the event. For some reason. But we had people over to the lake house,” Ella in the video said.
“Anyone that we could find nearby. Who was willing to attend the function,” I joined.
“We had a lot of fun. I don’t remember anything that made me happier than that day,” she spoke.
I could feel Ella’s eyes on me, just when we looked into each other’s eyes in the video.
The ringing of the phone tore through the air and interrupted the flow of the moment. Ella got up and took it into the hallway. When she returned her eyes seemed wide, frowned her forehead making a visible effort to look normal. She climbed back into the bed and hit the play button.
“Who was it?”
“Wrong number.”
The wrong number doesn’t give you worries. Possible that I read her expressions wrong. Was she lying to me? I ceased every thought and went back to watching our wedding day video. Abruptly, Ella’s eyes shrunk her iris turned a brilliant blue, hair grew to her elbows while light brown color swiftly rose to the top of her head. Her shoulders narrowed down, her face slimmed, skin on her lips cracked turning greyish, nasal bone straightened up, dress changed into a skin-colored tent dress crowded with patches of blood and mud. She playfully wrapped a strand of her hair around her ring finger. Jenny. She was younger than when I saw her in the lake.
“Come to me, Noah. Our family is incomplete without you, mom mourns for you Noah.”
My muscles jammed; my heart started pumping blood rapidly. eyeballs stuck to the screen refusing to roll. She was enlarging.
“Mom doesn’t know about her. I haven’t told her that you knew all along. Come back I will cover for you like I used to.”
“I want to see mom and dad,” I uttered.
Mites began to swarm up her hair, eyeballs leaked blood, and sheets of skin on her face rolled down revealing mites over her flesh mounted on top of each other. Her crooked collar bones played a pattern of cracking sounds.
“Are you ready Noah?”
Her voice got deeper and rageful.
Tears welled up in my eyes refusing to fall. She grew closer to me rippling the screen. Her ring finger traced down from my neck to stomach, eyebrows arched, and she stuck her finger through my skin into the flesh. Burning sensation unrolled in my body, briskly, agony inferior to what should be experienced however gut-wrenching. She continued to screw her finger in my stomach flesh.
A muffled voice made its way into my ear.
“And this is how I met your father. The love of my life.”
The video ended.
Ella was clasping my wrist rigorously; anguish still didn’t disappear. Her upper eyelids pulled up while lower ones tensed and drawn up, vertical wrinkles appeared between her eyebrows, jaw gone slack, mouth hung open loosely.
My sight fell on the hand that she was clutching, nails held bits of my skin sheathed in blood, and my stomach was scratched.
“I don’t know anything, first thing in the morning I’m taking you to a psychiatrist,” Ella said.
I jumped off the bed and walked towards the window. It was dark outside. Ella placed her chin on my shoulder from the back.
“Baby, I worry about you. It’s just getting worse.”
I turned towards her. She held my face with her hands. Her eyes had love. And compassion.
“If I ever try to leave you, just look me in my eyes. And make me remember, what I would be without you,” I said.
Lost. Is what I would be without her.
Noah The only subject for argument over these past months between us has been my refusal to visit a psychiatrist and Ella forcing me into it. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to ask for. What I needed to get peace. I wasn’t satisfied with my life. Even though I had a reason to. I could just ignore everything. And focus on my family. My wife. My future children. I didn’t know how to tell about my feelings. Feelings about Jenny luring me to meet everyone. But I hated it when she says that. I wanted to forget that I was the reason they died. I remember how she said to me that if mom knew she would be very disappointed. It was a mistake. Just a mistake. That cost me everything. And cost them their lives. I wiped my tears. My head rested on a squashy grey pillow while my eyes gazed out of the glass window at a lonely nightingale perched on a branch of the tree. Its head turned towards me; eyes set on mine. A moment later it cruised through the air scanning the ground below.
NOAH Jenny placed the white tile marked ‘m’ on the cell of the scrabble board, between ‘e’ and ‘a’. “This is not a real word,” I complained. “Yes, it is.” Jenny and I were sitting adjacent to each other on the bean bag in our toy room. A white wooden shelf stood vertical to the teal wall. Jenny fancied a mermaid-themed room while I had my heart set on a football theme, consequently, dad had the workers paint one wall as I wanted and the one opposite to it according to Jenny’s liking. Dad heard us quarreling and came to the room. “Dad Jenny’s cheating. She is losing so she made up some word.” Jenny answered as she got to her feet and wrapped both of her hands around dad’s, “Tasha taught me this word and he doesn’t know it so he’s calling me a cheater.” Dad beamed at her and walked over to the scrabble board. “Oh, honey.” He twinkled. “you’ve got your ‘e’ and ‘i’ misplaced, and there’s an ‘m’ missing over there.” He swapped the places of ‘e’ and ‘i’ tiles with one anot
OLIVIA I opened the door and let the ward boys in. They unbolted the handcuffs, grasped both of Noah’s arms, and took him to Lane’s office through a narrow hallway. I could tell he was in anguish, in extreme agony. Lane is one of the senior psychiatrists at The Montana Mental Health Institution. He is a white bald man, who appears as a beast but has a heart of an angel. No one in this place is capable of controlling the patients in the way he does. I recollect a memory when we had a patient named Arthur Brown. He was huge and menacing. Nobody would dare to go within his reach, this man used to sit beside him when he was not handcuffed. To everyone’s astonishment, Lane would walk out of Arthur’s room alive and untouched. Noah sat in the chair before Lane’s desk, he seemed drowsy. His long grey sleeves reached till his fingers; he was staring at Lane with a piercing glare. “I’m going to spend the next couple of sessions interrogating you about your health and life. Is that okay wi
OLIVIA The moonlight scattered over the swaying ripples in the ocean. Melissa and I stood in queue anxiously waiting for our turn, as one of the families progressed inside, we advanced to the ramp. “Can’t wait!” Melissa squealed with exhilaration. Elena had returned from Sweden after seven years. We both are orphans; she was the first person to speak to me at Ramsdale’s Home for Orphans after Mrs. Clayden, the administrator, of our orphanage. That day is carved into my mind, to this date, when my younger sister Abigail and I were taken to that place. As we sauntered into the enormous hall a woman appearing to be in her late 40s approached us. A monumental chandelier dangled from the ceiling, it wasn’t lit. The walls were all painted off-white. A vast red plain carpet lay over the wooden floor covering only the center of the room. There were two gigantic doors on either side and a set of wide stairs before us that led to a narrow corridor. The place bore a resemblance to a palac
Olivia 4 days later I rotated the doorknob and pushed it open. Noah lay in the dark on his bed snoring. I pressed the switch on the wall on my right to light up one of the bulbs. On swinging the curtains to one side, the glimmering golden coin set in the sky beamed at me. “Hey good, you’re up. How are you feeling?” “Pretty good actually. Way better,” Noah uttered reposing his head on the headboard of his bed. Rude awakening. Last night he sited on his thin mattress with his prominent cheekbones descended, head hung with a feeling of blue. Those symptoms were divulging something significant. The evening I first encountered him he was reluctant to be injected but then in a few moments, he didn’t resist at all. “Great, do you think that you’re ready to go out to the cafeteria, for breakfast?” “Yeah,” he exclaimed. He scooted off to the hallway. The chimes of my phone tore through the air. It was Lane. “Hey, how’s it going?” “Well. I wanted to check on that guy Noah,
Liam “One small coffee please.” I sagged over the counter tapping on the top, waiting for my coffee. It was a calming day; the tables were arranged under a clear blue sky, over the velvety and perfectly trimmed green grass, surrounded by 6 chairs each. Sun-kissed flowerbeds lined up from the counter and stretched to the main gate, manifesting various species and colors of flowers. I grasped my coffee, filled in a paper cup, in one hand and strolled out of the canteen while scrolling through my texts with the other hand. “Oh … I’m so sorry,” I said. I bumped into one of the patients. Most of the time an encounter like this is not very kind. That fine young man had an oblong beige face and brilliant blue close-set eyes. He had a clean shaved razor-sharp jawline, a wedge-shaped nose, and a set of broader shoulders. It was him, Noah Parker. Almost everyone here is aware of Noah Parker, the murderer. I stumbled into him. “Oh … no no I’m sorry,” he replied. I refuse to believe
Noah I was strolling on the lawn when Olivia approached and notified me about the blood test that was to be conducted. I ascended to my room. Ethan entered with a syringe, removed its cap and turned the bevel up. He pulled the skin tight on the inside of my elbow and pierced the skin and vein in one movement. A week had passed, and yet there was no news about Ella that Olivia promised me. Every night I pat myself to sleep by fantasizing about those priceless moments we spent together. I inserted one end of the USB cable in my laptop and the other end in the port of microcontroller motherboard to transfer the C program that was supposed to operate the machine I had built. It was a transformer vehicle that could transfigure into a plane or a bot from a car on command by its remote control. It took me on a trip down the memory lane of the time when Jenny and I used to build a fan utilizing the motor extracted out of a store-bought remote-control car. A vehicle out of question is sup
NOAH The next morning I perched before Olivia’s desk flinging back to her questions on an empty stomach, keenly waiting for them to wind up. The chair I sat in was somewhat comfortable, mushy foam enveloped in thick brown leather. One placed beneath me and the other screwed over the cross rail. “So, how are you feeling today?” she interrogated. “Good. Better than yesterday. And also famished right now," I rejoined. “Good,” She nodded her head. “I’m so glad about the progress you’re making.” Following a brief delay, I said, “Something strange happened last night.” “I'm all ears.” “I had a nightmare, the same as the last few days. Very peculiar. About that night in the woods. I killed a girl; it was my body that harmed her but I just didn’t feel like I was in it. When it was over, my eyes wouldn't open. I was awake. I tried to open them. But they didn't for a while.” While scribbling down on the paper she mumbled, “Fourth time this week. Right?” I nodded. "How long af
OliviaEzra, Alyssa, and I perched in the waiting area. I wondered if this was the hospital she worked at. But if she worked here, then why was she sitting with us and not on her duty? She probably was employed in some other hospital or a nursing agency. My heart was throbbing. Any of the veins attached to it could explode any moment sending me up there to God. Every time a nurse passed by, my body was ready to jump up to listen to what they had to say. Hopefully, they’d tell us that she’s alright now. And we can go meet her. And probably take her home with us a few hours later. My sight fell over Ezra’s fidgeting fingers. She appeared as anxious as I was. A faint smell of medicine which was continuously lingering around my nose grew stronger. I lay another glance at Ezra. She looked like her name. A nice middle-aged lady with short hair and a fair complexion. Which made me think if she looked like her name in her teens. I don’t know about other people but that is what an Ezra would
OliviaThen“Then his toes were minced. It was so--““Wait, hold on. Why are you watching those movies, Alyssa?”She gazed at my hands over which smeared the foam from the dish soap. I stopped scrubbing the plate for a moment and looked her in the eye. That was so messed up. We were barely able to keep an eye on her. “It was on the TV,” her volume dropped.“Not everything that they show on the TV is for you to watch.”I sat the plate in the basin after sponging, then reached the foamy sponge to the bottom of the blender jug.“But I didn’t have anything to do. You’re always busy doing something. We don't even go out anymore.” Her tone was getting whiny. Like it always does when she sees me serving dinner. Abruptly, a river of things that enrage me seeped into my brain. Yes, my brain was striving to make itself understand that she was a little child. A little child who was boiling my blood at the moment. Who was setting me on fire. I didn’t want this either. I wasn’t fond of washing d
Olivia Then Two Months Later I stood before the stove, the sole of my foot resting on the side of my knee. As the bubbles started appearing over the pancake, I stuck the spatula beneath it and flipped it over. The pancake liberated a sweet and buttery aroma, only because I added butter essence. But, it would taste like crap. I could only make scrumptious pancakes using the mix. But they were way too expensive. We were running out of money. Dad’s bank accounts had been emptied. And after mom’s medicine, we only had a couple of hundred dollars left at home. She wasn’t in a condition to work. She could barely get out of bed lately. The future appeared dark to me. We hadn’t heard about dad since the cops took him. Mom could barely take care of herself, and Alyssa and I were left on our own. The stress, of how everything will end up, was catching up to me. The ringing of the house phone tore through my eardrums, making the sizzling noises unnoticeable. I set my foot on the ground, flip
OLIVIA20 years ago“When your parents tell you to back off, you back off Olivia!” mom scolded me with one hand on her waist and the other holding her phone.“But--““I don’t want to hear any ifs and buts, young lady. What if someday your dad has to bear the consequences of your actions like this? Huh?” she interrupted.Alyssa gazed at us. I shot a glance at her. She was petrified. “I’m sorry.”The hand on her waist went down with a sigh. She dialed a number on the phone and walked into another room. Guilt engulfed me as mom’s words sauntered into my mind. I just wanted to be a good daughter. I wanted to protect him like he provided a shield for us. I knew my father was innocent. ****Mom had been strolling around the house, with the phone in one hand tapping her nails on it. Alyssa perched on the couch, peeling the skin on her lips, staring at mom. My stomach grumbled. But I was too stressed to eat something. “It’s okay girls. Don’t worry your dad will be alright.”Mom sat beside
NOWNOAHElla lay curled up in bed. A white mushy blanket wrapped around her, eyes squeezed shut. I drew open the curtains and went back outside to grab the breakfast tray and bouquet of roses, which I ordered this morning. Holding the tray in one hand and flowers behind my back with the other, I gushed, “good morning WiFi!”She wrinkled her nose, cheeks raised up, a pout on her face with a hint of a smile.“No,” Ella shook her head, “No.”“No?” I asked.“Yeah--no.” She let out a chuckle.“I thought you’d like some breakfast in bed, with a thing I got here in the back.” I raised an eyebrow and beamed at her. “About the WiFi thing silly.” I knew she was talking about the ‘WiFi’ thing. I adored how my cringe pet names wrinkled her nose every time. She rested her back against the bed’s headboard, still enveloped in the blanket. I placed the tray before her, in which sat a stack of perfectly cooked souffle pancakes. Perfectly cooked according to her, overcooked in my opinion. She love
NOW OLIVIA Tracy gazed at a band of white light over which sat a cluster of uncountable stars. As I ran my eyes down from the top, the dark blue tint altered into a dull purple. With descending height the hues kept on changing, from purple to a rose beige to the lightest shade of yellow. All of that sat over a dark tone of the blue-greyish background. The Milkyway band before our eyes walked as slow as a person stuck in quicksand. We were in a planetarium. They cast a Milkyway band over the ceiling, which appeared domed, tricking everyone’s eyes that it was real. I found it fascinating that humans were able to see what lies light years away. And the accurate projection of it was spectacular. It was one of the items on Tracy’s bucket list, to go stargazing. Even though doctors said that we could, I was paranoid. I didn’t want to risk her life by taking her more than a hundred miles away from the hospital to a star-gazing sight. Her condition has gotten worse as compared to the week
OLIVIA 13th August, Monday, 1990 My eyes opened up to the beams of sunlight crashing in through the window. Alyssa was still asleep. I got to my feet and drew the curtains shut so that she did not wake up by the bright light. The clock struck nine in the morning. My stomach was grumbling. I didn’t have dinner last night. I could eat a horse and still be famished. I opened the door and shut it gently as I walked out of the room. My eyes caught dad grinning from ear to ear, holding moms hands, leaning over the kitchen countertop. I rubbed my eyes hard and widened them to make sure it wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t! My heart did a backflip. I was euphoric that he was back. And he was alright. At least physically there was no visible damage. He has been gone for a long time. “You look ravishing, honey.” Dad’s smile widened.”I missed you girls.” I sprinted into the kitchen and hugged dad from the back. “I missed you too dad. Where have you been?” I asked him. He turned around and hugged
Noah It had been over a month since Olivia yanked my heart out of my chest and chopped it into a million pieces. It still is divided into a million pieces that I have scattered now. I wasn't prepared to believe her. My mind wasn't ready to believe this atrocious truth. I just wanted to sleep. I didn't want to feel anything. I didn't want to feel this air engulfing me. This mushy bed, I was sitting on. The body my soul dwelled in. I just wanted to stop. Stop feeling everything. Every time I hear her words heat of anguish arises in my body and soul. The fury takes over. I couldn't control myself when it happened two weeks ago. I slammed the door shut pounding my head over it, expecting the physical pain to put an end to that agony inside of me. It didn't go away. I smacked the glass window with my bare hands until the shards of glass punctured my hand. It still didn't go away. It won't ever go away. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to hurt myself for believing she existed. I wanted t
Olivia Sunday 24th June 1990 We were having the time of our lives. Alyssa's fifth birthday was right around the corner when she desired to go to Hawaii. She didn't say that she wanted to go to Hawaii. Last Friday, we were sitting on the patio after dinner. I rested my head on the armchair's backrest, with one hand over my bloated stomach, holding back a burp because mom taught us that it was discourteous to let out a loud belch around people. I couldn't help cramming that delicious salmon and sweet potato wedges in my mouth. Dad swiped through the images of travel destinations on his tablet, racking his brain that what will be our destination for the family vacation. We go on vacation twice every year. On my and Alyssa's birthday then Mom and Dad's birthday each year alternatively. While he was swiping through photos of some of the eye-catching places in Hawaii, Alyssa, who was dangling over the armrest of Dad's chair, pointed at one of the pictures and screamed with excitement, "I