Stacey’s eyes start to swell as tears slowly fall on her face. I get dumbstruck. Panic starts to arise within me.
Why is she crying?
I quickly get off my seat and go near her, “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”
Everyone at our table has also turn silent. Can anybody tell me what’s happening?
I hold both of her arms so she can stand up properly. I feel her shake under my hands. She starts sobbing. With every tear from her eyes, I can feel all the weight that she has been carrying against my sudden departure. She can’t stop herself. After a while, she starts to wail like a child who has been lost but has now been finally found by her mom by a large crowd of people.
Harris just sits there listening to my story. He doesn’t even bulge; he doesn’t even judge; he does not give me an exaggerated reaction, too. He just sits there with a cigarette in his hands and he is staring at the sky full of stars as I do. I like it, this way, the way he listens with no judgment and bias, I have known I needed this. This might be the reason why I can’t open this up to my mom, or to anyone else. I might have known beforehand that I needed a Harris to open up to. “I couldn’t believe it at first,” I continued. “She’s the last person who I have known who can do that to me.” I notice that right now, I really want to cry but my body might have dried out of tears, I can only breathe out heavy sighs. I gulp more of my words. “You see, Harris, that issue has been a big deal with my company for weeks now. It all started when one of my critiques stumbled upon a less-read novel with a different title but the same content as mine. The Author’s notes of it have been di
Is this love? Oh. I know this isn’t love. But what is this feeling?In the darkness, I can feel how his lips touch mine. He’s kissing in a soft and slow motion, so gentle it warms my heart. It feels like he’s carefully handling something so precious that I actually feel so fragile in his arms. After a short while, he breaks the kiss and looks at me straight into my eyes. Pleading, wishing, as if he’s asking m for something only I can give. And under this flashing lights of Pink and Blue, and the wild beats of the bass, among the shouting crowd, towards his deep and brown hazel brown eyes and kindest smile, I give in.He has the brightest and manliest smile I have ever seen since. His perfect set of white teeth shows and he gets so shy to look at me as he looks away. It’s obvious that he is trying to not let it sho
What was that about?I feel a sudden churn in my stomach.That was weird.The elevator dings and I immediately enter it while trying to calm my nerves. I am still shaking.What was that about?The door closes.It was nothing, right?I look at the numbers on the elevator and hug myself. I have decided to focus on the changing numbers while massaging my arms to ground myself down. I breathe in.3...I breathe out.2...
I still haven’t digested what just happened.A black room.A woman.Did she die?Whispers.But what if my mom is still here?It seems like cold water has been dropped on me.She might still be inside the Casino.I run my fingers on my hair.But what if she has escaped?I stand up, tap on my pants, and make up my mind.I’m going back there to make sure.“Hey! There’s Amy!” I hear a voice behind me.I am about to turn around to face the door of the casino when I hear a woman shout my name. I turn around and a drunk Stacey walks up to me."We have been looking all over the place for you," She says as she clings to my arm for support."Let's go back there." She says as she drags me back to the crowd."Stacey," I face her and stand on my ground. We are now meters away from the door. "We have to leave now," I tell her
Shards of broken glass start flying everywhere and people run around in panic. I hear people shouting, screaming for help. Some are crying and are begging for their lives to be saved. Ting~ I wince at the ringing in my ears as I look around after the incident. I figure out that I am down, with my back on the floor. I sit down and meters in front of me lies a crying Stacey where Yohanne is reaching out to her to woo her. My first instinct tells me to stand up and go to the fallen chandelier. Harris. I take a step. Mom. People are in panic, some are crying, some are grieving. It is such a mess that people are actually running around and they do not know what they should do. Harris might be there. My vision adjusts to the mess. As my view of the chandelier gets clearer, I see the unknowing bodies of dead people lying under it. Imagine, an almost 7 foot tall and around 10 meters wide in d
Steven marches towards that stranger who closed the door. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!” as his fist flies towards that man’s jaw making the latter cuss under his breath and slouch because of pain. “WHAT IF WE COULD HAVE SAVED HIM?!” Steven throws another punch. We can’t blame him though, he has just seen the love of his life being crushed by a huge hanging wall speaker out of nowhere and right in front of his eyes. Steven needs an outlet to let his frustrations go. Unluckily, it’s that man. The stranger’s face starts to bleed as fists continue attacking him. He must have felt guilty for what he has done as he does not even dare to lift his arms to protect himself. “We had so many plans that we needed to do yet those will not happen anymore,” Steven pauses as he felt his limbs slowly get tired so he can only sit on the ground. He runs his fingers to his hair and he looks up to see the man who has
The glow of the rooftop lights reflects on the shard of glass Sid is holding in her right hand. It is a 6 inches long and 3 inches wide diamond-shaped glass that sparkles in this dark night like a crystal so beautiful we can forget that it can take our lives away. Silence has enveloped us as we hear the car honking from meters away in the real world. But it might be true. That the easiest way out of here... is to die. But why do we strive to live even if we know that we all lead in that same direction? “But what if we don’t?” the unnamed girl gently reaches out to Sid with her voice cracking. She holds Sid in both of her arms and tries to take the shard of glass away from her. “Let’s go to our rooms, okay? We’ll wake up that way.” She looks at me. “Let’s trust her,” she pertains to me, “then we can leave this place safely.”
Silence has engulfed us and the only thing heard across the room are our footsteps and Stacey’s sobs. I am walking behind the siblings. I am surprised to see that the lobby of The Passion House hotel stays well lit and it seems oblivious about what has happened inside the Iodestone. I look at the door to it and remember what has just happened. From hundreds of people, we who are 7 are the few who can leave the room. From 7 survivors, we have now gone to become only three. From 5 friends, 2 are now dead and no one knows if Harris is still alive. We also do not know if there are survivors aside from us, too."We're almost there," Steven tells us breaking the solemn silence. Stacey’s head which has been hiding on his brother’s neck lifts and observes our surroundings until her eyes settle on the door of the Iodestone. She stays silent though. I do not know what she is thinking.Indeed, we are almost there. I feel so empty with having us three being the s
The smell of coffee wakes me up from my slumber. It was lingering inside my room, and as I slowly opens my eyes, the gentle sunlight from my room window greets me with a good morning. Oh, I’m home.I snuggle inside my blankets as I stop myself from crying. I don’t understand why I am suddenly feeling emotional as undecipherable distant memories start to flood my brain. My room definitely just looks like how it was before. It is still full of vibrant pastel-colored things and walled in white. However, I feel like someone died. Or maybe I lost someone so close to me.I sit down on the corner of my bed and run my hands on my hair. I have this feeling that there’s an emptiness within my heart. I hear a plate drop outside my room so I run downstairs in confusion. There, I saw my mom preparing our breakfast in her lovely white apron. I’m stunned. Surprised even. She’s picking up the broken tableware carefully so she will not cut herself. She notices that I am there, looking at her like a m
“Harris!” I call out. I want to hug him. Who would have thought, right? “It worked!” We are finally outside! I am laughing-crying as it seems like all the pain I feel in my body has evaporated. It is a miracle. We are alive! “Where are you?” Struggle to stand up but I am eager to find Harris. I want to celebrate this day with the person who has done this with me. I keep calling out to him but I don’t hear his voice. His silence slowly grows on me. I start to panic. I can hear the distant roar of the cars outside the gates but I can’t hear anything from Harris. The moment that I can see properly I look around in desperation. No... No... I realize that I am alone. “Harris! Where are you!” I shout. “This is not funny!” I walk around the area hoping to find a body lying on the ground. I am hoping that maybe, he is just thrown a bit farther than where I am... but there is none. No... no... no... Harris... I slowly look back at the hotel as Harris’ voice ring in my head shouting Don’t
I immediately open my eyes after I heard the voice and look around. What the hell is happening? I can’t help myself from smiling when I imagine myself opening my eyes inside my room. I miss those plain painted walls and my soft bed. And then I would wake up to my mom baking cookies and the smell of freshly brewed coffee consumed the entire house. I kind of regret not appreciating those little things that I have before we have gone here. However, that smile does not last long when I realize what is happening. It is already bright outside as I feel the warmth of the sun surrounds the entirety of the room. However, the golden walls have drained the life out of my entire body when I notice that we are still inside The Passion House. The water sprinkler system turns on but it is not stopping the fire. There are various explosions that we can hear as the fire quickly spreads around the entire hotel. I hold tighter to Harris when the fire appears in front of us like a snake, devouring ever
He sounds so sincere and I can see through his eyes that he has been so earnest. I can feel that what he says is true. And before I knew it... I am here, eyes closed, and am kissing him in this fucked world.His kisses, as before, are so slow and gentle. It feels like he is taking his time and is just enjoying the moment he is sharing with me. I can’t help but smile as he teases my lips with his. Biting, sucking, and devouring me with unspoken promises that I wish he will fulfill. His right hand is caressing my left cheek. He pulls me closer I gasp for air when feel his left hand on my back, rubbing me softly. I put my arms around his neck as I can feel the arousal rise within me. He pulls away to look at me and his stare leaves me wanting for...“more...” I find myself breathing unconsciously. Completely enchanted by what he is doing to me.I know that this is not the right time to be thinking like this especially when we are trying to do our escape, but I can’t help it. Just like wh
The chef’s blood goes squirting around the floor when Harris cut his life from his neck. His lifeless body then rests on the top of the black bag with a thud. I take a step back as I feel myself shaking, scared of the event that happened in front of me. I look at Harris, his face is dark and his hand that is holding the knife is up in the air. He is shaking, too, and turns to look at me. Seeing my face, it seems like he has been brought back to his senses. He lets go of the knife and it falls down on the floor clanking loudly. He brings his hands in front of him as he stares at it in disbelief. His hands are bloody. His eyes are so lost. He looks at me and I feel scared for Him. “Amy...” He starts as I hear his voice crack, “I-I killed a man.” I have to do something. I go near him and pushed him to the side to let him collect himself. I push down the corpse on the floor and drag it towards the storage room although it is very heavy. I think that this is because of the adrenaline in m
Good thing that Harris is not that far away from me because when I open the door to attack the chef, he immediately drags me back into our hiding spot and keeps me from exposing our safety. After all, we don’t have any weapon with us, unlike the enemy. The well-polished knives are located behind him while he’s facing us. Any attempt to attack him without any proper plan is just suicide. “Amy, what do you think you are doing? Are you trying to expose us up?” he whispers to me as he continues to look outside. I'm still amazed how the chef has not noticed us yet. The chef has not noticed usyet. How? “Are you really going to be the one who’s going to stop me, Harris?! I thought you would understand,” I whisper with gritted teeth but he ignores me as
My heart is throbbing inside my chest as I gasp for air.What just happened? I slightly push myself away from Harris. I meet his eyes, “What is going-” he cuts me off as he put one of his hands to cover my mouth while the other signals me to-shh. He then moves his fingers to point in a direction behind me. I turn my head around and see a huge man walking around the kitchen floor. It turns out that we are not the only people here. Is he a survivor, too? Or a mere employee? And also, why does it seem like although he has thrown a knife at us earlier, he does not appear to be aware of other people in the kitchen right now? “He must be the head chef,” I hear Harris whisper. The man is indeed wearing a chef’s uniform with a black apron. He is short and quite fat with a mustache just above his mouth. He turns around while tapping on the tables as if he is looking for something. I look back at us and notice
“Jane! We need to burn the hotel!” I tell her with my voice ringing in the air. I can also tell a sign of relief from Jane’s face as her eyes brighten and a genuine smile gently forms on her lips.That’s it. Maybe this is the way out.I start to feel giddy as I feel a slight ray of hope brim in my heart once again.This could be it, right?“We should create a plan now! Where can we find fire hazards?” I go to Harris, “Harris, we can finally leave this place!” I hug him in delight. “We can finally escape this nightmare.”“Yeah,” I hear him say as his eyes gleam under the moonlight.Finally, we can now go.I go back to Jane to ask more questions.I hold her hands while I look at her eyes, “Jane. We can finally wake up! Tell me, what should we do? What’s the plan? You guys know how this place works. Tell me so we ca
“HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO US!” I shout when I reach her. I can no longer stop myself. I need to release all this pent-up anger inside of me. I tried to nab her face but my hands fall short when two of the white-robed people holds both of my arms. Their grip is strong like well-trained men and they are now carrying me up in the air in no time.“HOW CAN YOU DO THIS PEOPLE?!” I am still shouting and being hysterical.I lost everyone I lost my mom. I lost my friends. And there is no assurance of me waking up anymore.“How can you do this?” I cry and I feel the two men put me on the ground. I kneel in front of them, “Please get me back my mom.”I beg.“Please find a way for me to wake up.”“Please tell me that this is not real.”“Please tell me that the ghosts are lying.&rdq