That day was the longest night for Naomi, eyes were puffy, the nose was blocked and somehow sleeping was impossible. She lay curled on the floor, knees closer to her chest, do not bother to wipe away the tears from her cheeks, until the dripping salty water makes a visible dark spot on the hardwood floor. Her mother had dismissed herself to reside in her own room, and she too does not bother to further the conversation.
Naomi loses count of staring blankly onto the wall, and when she realized it was yet another day as the sun shone through the curtains. She blinked a few times to cast away her groggy mind from the poor state of sleep. After all, sleeping on the floor is not a good idea, her aching body had her struggle to get up from the floor.
"I need to get ready for school!" she mentally reminded herself.
In her sluggish disoriented movement, she alerted that by this time her mother had prepared breakfast and she should be in her uniform already. Steadying
Nora's footsteps echoed on the floor that once had been a polished parquet. The abandoned house stood well over the years, beneath the flakes and dirt of years, the red brick walls and window frames still intact and still. A little spring cleaning is all they need to provide temporary shelter for them. The grand abandoned house is too luxurious for them, the spacious living area is more than enough for them to fit in a studio-type apartment. A single bed that held their hostage, a dining table at the center of the room, and by the doorway where they arranged the old fine upholstery leather couch and a coffee table. Halting to the man sitting on the couch who is packing the clear chunky crystals into a small plastic packet. With arms across her chest, she asked, "She mistakes me for Naomi, how much did you give her, Edward? It is almost ten hours ago and she is still asleep?" Edward looked up and stood up to face Nora, putting his business aside. His full stature draws attention to N
Beginning from a series of distorted ideas, a precise recognition of the condition I'm in becomes clear. I'm mentally wrestled to reset my coordination. I was finally able to flick open my eyelids only to find myself in unfamiliar surroundings. I shut them again. But the scene won't change. It is real, I was taken. The first thing I realized is the pain and tenderness in my nostril. It is usually triggered by allergies or dry weather. As my eyes grew accustomed to my surroundings, I noticed dust particles reflecting from the sunlight that had managed to get past the curtain seams. I also realised that the air circulation in the room is terrible and that the windows ought to be left open wide to let in fresh air because the large space appeared to have been abandoned for a very long time. I hissed to a sudden throbbing in my temples only to realize my wrist was tied. Now that I regret to cause such alertness to my abductor, a man indeed is in the room with me and he is rushed to c
A man and a woman's sudden coming blocking the doorway had me almost screamed to the top of my lungs.The woman is clearly, Nora.Judging by their droopy eyes, they are probably high on drugs again.Nora had a past case of drugs abuse, it must be it, I assumed.I pushed them away at ease, anytime soon the man locked in the washroom will get his way out, every second is counted.The white minivan is my only motivation.In an instant I push the door lock button once I was inside. Insecurity and exhaustion messed me up for a while before I shake them away.Adjusting the seat, my trembling hand put the key to the ignition, luckily its starts in one kick. Manual transmission isn't my best, and my driving practice is only from the few session with Samuel.No valid driving license and it is even illegal to drive on the road
When I opened my eyes again, the warmness radiated by Samuel is gone. I was left with another thud of headache and cold air. I remember being on and off, a few people with faces I couldn't figure out who and whose come to me, with the softest of their tones, trying to ask me questions. I heard them, but my lips seal shut, and heavy. Barely even thinks of words to answer them. Until they stop bothering me, allowing me to drift back into a deep oblivion sleep. The significant sterilant smell alerted me at once, an I.V attached to my vein throbs in my attempts to move my hand. From my murky view, the voices of chattering attract my attention, sitting on the sofa at the corner of the room, according to what I saw. I immediately recognize the two figures at once. They were, mom and Grandpa... Grandpa is rarely presented among us, and when he is there, something s
"Please forgive me for bringing you into this world only to see you suffer." "Please forgive me, Naomi..." Naomi's ears are filled with the dreadful whisper of her mother's final words. A teardrop has fallen and is glistening on her cheek, which she hastily wipes away with the back of her hand. Her mother's funeral took place a week ago. Naomi had to force herself to return to school today since staring at blank walls was no longer a viable option. Nelson longed for Naomi to be happy once more is futile. Naomi has few reasons to smile again. After all, she had predicted her ending from the moment Nelson showed up at her side. Nora had been missing for a few days, and she is the last family member she will have, but she was gone again. Nelson was the one who supported her. But what is the significance of this, given Nelson's knowledge of her deeds? He'll never look at her the same way again. Nelson will take her into his family, pay for her studies, and live happily ever after,
A group of junior high school girls was startled by the sharp and rapid skittering sound of a pink cellphone hitting the gravel by their feet. A panicked shriek goes up among them as they look above for the sources of the falling projectiles. "Someone is attempting to jump off the building!!!" One of them raised their voice. "Call the teacher!! She's going to die by falling!" In an instant, the entire scenario devolved into turmoil. "What kind of show is this, isn't that Naomi?" Sunni asked, a popsicle in her other hand. She immediately recognizes her ultimate rival. "Probably, the girl who tried to stop her looks like Lana," Mae the one with pixie hair replied. "Huh, what a noisy day, thanks to them," Debbie added, twirling her hair into ringlets. The corner of Sunni's lips curled into a scornful smirk, "Let's see if she dares to jump." "Fantastic, I never see something like this go live before my eyes." Debbie agreed with Sunni's point. The trio then moved to a better vantag
Fifteen years later, Hospital Avda, Granata City.I genuinely miss him.One of my best childhood recollections, which I cherished despite growing up in a family where I didn't belong in, was Samuel Jin. Mom was emotionally spent on my younger brother's numerous long hours of treatment and preoccupied with his aggressive behavior.Sam stood in for the unrequited love. But it was the one that I never thought I'd lose in a heartbeat. While Samuel and I were returning from the study facility, two men in black masks who were thought to be part of a kidnapping ring attacked us. In exchange for Samuel's life, I had deceived the Grim Reaper in that very encounter.In light of the incident, my family made the decision to relocate to the City of Granata, a place rich in distinctive and ancient myths that endure for as long as the city does. Even Naomi, my best friend and someone who I think of more as a sister, I had to say goodbye to without a word.I disappeared overnight. Mom claims that t
I swear I noticed a moment of hesitancy in his eyes. But he expressed his desire for it with yet another kind gesture. "Is something wrong, Lana? Hmm?""Jason, how did he die?" I persisted in getting a response.He sighed and said, "Lana." exhaling deeply. He puts his hands on my shoulders and makes sure I look into his eyes. "Lana, pay attention to me. When will you finally let him go—fifteen years was a very long time—?"At his statement, I quickly regretted being petty on an unidentified flash of memory, I'm probably still sick from the encounter last night. I start questioning my mental health state at this moment, what's wrong with me anyway...?Running away from his gaze, I sighed in despair. "I probably..."Buzzzzz... buzz...The vibrating of my smartphone tore off our conversation, at least saving me from this awkward moment. I immediately reached for my phone. I recognized the number right away without even waiting for the caller ID to show on the display, and I quickly ans
The room felt heavy with unspoken tension, the kind that seeped into the walls and lingered like a storm waiting to break. Jason stood near the window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, gazing out at the city skyline. The glittering lights mocked him, a chaotic reflection of the battle raging inside. His jaw tightened as he exhaled slowly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.Behind him, Jerry sat at the table, methodically sorting through his medical bag. The precise clink of glass vials against one another was the only sound, a steady rhythm in the charged silence.“Jerry,” Jason began, his voice low, almost a growl. “I need your help.”He didn’t look up immediately, but Jason noticed the subtle stiffening of his shoulders. When Jerry finally met his gaze, his expression was guarded, his movements deliberate as he closed the bag.“I’m already helping you, Jason,” Jerry said coldly. “More than I should.”Jason turned, his expression dark. “We’re not
I lay motionless, every inch of my body weighed down by exhaustion. Outside the bedroom door, I could hear them.Jason and Jerry, discussing my condition in hushed tones.I strained to catch snippets of their conversation, words like "dosage" and "observing" drifting through the crack. They sounded calm and steady, but to me, it felt more like they were plotting my imprisonment.Then I noticed it.Jason's phone rested on the seat where he usually sat while keeping watch over me. The screen glowed, a recent message half-typed, abandoned in his haste to follow Jerry. My heart thundered in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins.This was my chance.Ignoring the throbbing pain in my stitched hand, I dragged myself to the edge of the bed, fingers outstretched toward the phone. I trembled, fighting to steady my breath.My mind raced as I navigated to the contacts list.Nelson.He was my only hope. After the heated argument with Jason days ago, I clung to the belief that Nelson would n
For the next two days, the walls seemed to close in, inch by inch, and despair began to creep into my bones. I had hoped that playing the part, feigning obedience, would give me some space—maybe a chance. But Jason didn't leave the apartment.Still, he stayed, his presence shadowing me with its quiet, unnerving calm.Most meals arrived at the door, delivered with barely a sound, a silent reminder that I was cut off from the outside world. Jason set up his laptop on the counter, working without a word. Though he gave me the freedom to roam the living room, even watch TV, it felt orchestrated. As if he wanted me to feel relaxed enough to drop my guard.I tried to distract myself with the television, flipping through channels for anything that could pull me from this claustrophobic existence, but nothing caught my interest. Every laugh track, every news anchor's voice felt hollow, echoing against the surrounding silence.There was no way out. Every door locked from the inside, every windo
Jason stepped out of the shower, his movements relaxed as he wrapped a towel around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He noticed immediately that Lana was not in her room, but it only deepened his calm. He knew that there was no possible way for her to get out.He had seen to it. She was safely contained, her every means of connection to the outside world secured or removed. He'd thought through each scenario, each potential escape, and he knew with certainty that the only way she was leaving was with him, to Granata.As he dried his hair in his room across from Lana's, Jason glanced at the clock on the living room wall. The time was nearly up. He needed to change her bandage. He draped the towel around his shoulders, with a steady breath, he padded toward the kitchen, a small smile curving as he found her there, sipping a glass of water. She turned at the sound of his approach, her expression calm but distant, masking the tension he knew was hiding underneath."I hope
My arm throbbed lightly, a raw, stinging reminder of the wound left from yesterday. I winced, testing the movement, but relief washed over me when I realized it wasn't deep enough to slow me down.I needed to move fast, to be quiet. The shower hissed from behind the closed bathroom door, the only sound in the apartment. I took a quick, steadying breath.If there was ever a time to get out, it was now.I padded across the living room, feeling every muscle tense with purpose. When I reached the front door, my fingers went to the lock.I froze.That unyielding panel of numbers stared back at me, unmovable and impassive. I punched in the only codes I thought might work. Birthdays, common combinations, even random sequences. But each attempt ended with a sharp, unforgiving beep. My heart hammered in my chest. He had activated the security locked down system, blinking red with each failed entry.With growing dread, I tore my eyes from the door and cast a frantic glance around the apartment.
I blinked awake, my eyes adjusting to the dim light as I took in the soft shadows of the room. My hand throbbed slightly, wrapped in a fresh bandage.The antiseptic smell lingered, a reminder of how closely Jason had hovered over me. It felt like a weight pressing on my chest, this feeling of being caged. I needed to get away, away from his grip that seemed to tighten with every passing day.I shifted on the bed, letting out a quiet sigh. A warm hand squeezed my shoulder, gentle yet firm. Jason's voice reached me through the haze, soft and careful. "Hey, you’re waking up. I’m here.”Blinking, I opened my eyes, struggling to bring the world around me into focus. My mind felt heavy, muddled, and it took a moment to recognize where I was. Jason’s face hovered over me, a faint, reassuring smile on his face.The sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting soft, crisscrossed shadows over the room, grounding me slightly in its warmth. As I looked around, my eyes caught on the IV bag, nearly d
Lana began to stir, Jason felt a flicker of hope. He gently squeezed her shoulder, his voice low and soothing. "Hey, you're waking up. I'm here." Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of confusion and fatigue. He smiled reassuringly, hoping to ease the disorientation that seemed to cling to her.The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows throughout the room. He glanced at the IV line, noting that the bag was nearly empty. The remnants of the medication administered by Jerry would soon be out of her system, and he hoped that would bring Lana back to herself."Here, drink this," he said, pouring warm water into a glass. He carefully raised it to her lips, watching as she took small sips. "You need more restful sleep." He added, wanted to ensure she felt comfortable and cared for."Jerry came by to check on you earlier," Jason explained, keeping his tone gentle. "He set up the IV to help you recover. It's almost done now." He gestured toward the line on her arm. "He
Jason eased Lana onto the bed, taking care to settle her comfortably before pulling the blankets up snugly around her, cocooning her in warmth.He brushed his fingers gently through her hair, smoothing out any strands that had strayed, letting them slip like silk through his fingertips.A mix of tenderness and guilt deep within him stirred, he lingered a moment longer, his gaze tracing her face as she slept, realizing just how far he had gone to keep her close, even if it meant crossing lines he'd once vowed never to cross.Making sure she was settled comfortably, Jason moved to close the blinds, casting the room into darkness, softening the edges of reality.The dim light created a quiet cocoon around them, shielding her from the world beyond those walls. He lowered himself onto the mattress beside her, the mattress creaking slightly under his weight.He observed closely as the tension in her expression eased, her brow softening as the pain began to recede. Her bandaged hand lay limp
I sat on the edge of the bed, gathered my belongings with trembling hands, stuffing clothes and a few personal items into a suitcase. I promised myself I would return once things were stable. I can't stay here any longer. Not after everything that had happened, not after the mess we were in.Jason had been kind, too kind, but everything had spiraled out of control. I couldn't face him. Not after what he'd done, after the lines he crossed.The guilt gnawed at me, and I couldn't tell where my own sense of shame ended and his manipulation began. I needed to get out.I needed to breathe.As I zipped the suitcase shut, a wave of panic tightened around my chest. What would Jason say? What would he do? My mind flashed back to our last confrontation, the way his eyes had burned with hurt and anger.I took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door, cautiously stepping into the hallway. The living room was empty.No sign of Jason.Maybe he'd gone out. Keeping my steps light, I wheeled my suitca