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
NOAH I could see Liam gazing at me in an awkward manner. I didn't get it. Probably he had heard about my first meeting with Lane. Olivia had told me that it was not quite what they were expecting. I wholly broke down when they asked about my family. “I have a wife. I don’t know where she is as if now. But Olivia … she said that she’d help me find her,” I answered his question. "And what about your parents?" he came up with another question. "They died. And m--my twin sister. She also died." His face ran blank, eyes felt like peering right into my soul. He was still expecting something. An extended answer perhaps. Or probably a reaction. I had nothing else to say. Olivia stepped into the awkward pause between us. She stood there for a while without saying anything. “Liam.” She sighed. “Monica and I were taking Noah out. Lane said to take you with us. If you wanted to go.” He rose to his feet. I overheard him whisper, “wait … he got a pass already?” Olivia didn't both
Liam “So, where are you taking us?” I asked Olivia. “You'll know when we get there,” she replied sternly. As Monica arrived she sat in the front seat and we left for where ever Olivia was taking us. I didn't bother to ask something more. And guessed silently. Even though I’ve known this woman for a while, she hasn’t earned my trust. She seemed dubious. Noah was very intriguing from my perspective and agonized from his. He’s experiencing an engrossing story, that had twisted his mind, only his unconscious might have an idea of what was going on. In this condition, we shouldn’t have been here, out of the ward with him. I was surprised why Lane even gave her permission to apply for the outpass. He appeared alright even happy back when we were in the hospital. Considering he’s seeing a psychiatrist that was normal. It was just that my subconscious knew his case was given to the wrong person. Olivia was a decent psychologist after they unveiled that Noah was in desperate need of
Noah I tried to run away. But couldn't, as I recalled this forest. My nightmare. Flashing into reality. The dense weeping willows. Olivia and Liam ambled behind me pursuing the trail I was following. Crooning the same melody. Now the flags of trees motioned to its rhythm. A dark figure in distance lurked at the rear of the trunk. It held on to a camcorder, the lens looking onto the unfilled space encircled by the green and brown giants. The silhouette was too far flung to be clearly seen. But I knew it had a recorder. Almost like a Déjà vu. I’ve experienced it before. Not in a dream or hallucination. In reality. The stage was set. I hurriedly tramped through the two steps into the center, to perform the pirouette Jenny and I had been preparing for our dad’s wedding. A baby-blue color was slathered over nature’s ceiling. The sun hid behind an enormous cloud, giving it a silver lining. I watched them drift away by the joyous winds revealing the solar disc ornamented in the sky. It w
Liam Noah appeared to be lost in his mind. Olivia and I sauntered behind him. My fingers traced a rugged trunk as we proceeded. A small creature sprinted over my sneakers. It went too swiftly to be seen. Perhaps a squirrel. Noah levitated his hand in the air, it was in a position as if someone else’s hand was hooked on it. Hand of a person significantly shorter than him. I was on the verge of touching him when Olivia’s arm stretched out and blocked me. She placed her index finger perpendicular to her lips. “What?” I whispered. “Stay back,” she whispered back. Whatever was going on her mind, didn't look like it would do good to Noah. She may have been more experienced than me, but whatever was happening didn't seem normal. “It doesn't look right to me.” “Sh … I know what you’re thinking. Let me deal with it my way.” That sounded weird. I withdrew my cell phone from the back pocket to put the hospitals number on quick dial in case of an emergency. On the first tap a beep s
NOAH I ran. Fast and forward. Not because Liam said to. I wanted to get away from everyone. The woods weren’t populated by weeping willows anymore. Olivia and Liam bolted to get to me. I didn’t want to be gotten. Did not want to go back to that place. It was nasty and depressing. Recovery from that place wasn’t for me. Not for people like me. I needed to be with them. Mom, Dad and Jenny. And Ella. I ran while tears from my eyes flew backwards as the wind struck my face. My body started producing heat. Tears mixed with sweat. My lungs were in need of more oxygen. I stopped and glanced over my shoulders. Olivia and Liam could be seen in distance, flying through the woods. No. It won’t happen. I won’t go back there ever again. Ella can help me recover. Not them. Ah! My body felt as if it would crumble into pieces. I needed to brethe. But didn't have time to stop. My head spun rigorously. I continued to run. My speed slowed down. I darted through the air coughing and breathing heavily.
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