All Chapters of The Search for Freedom: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Another day passed by; another day full of sadness, another day of regrets, another day of taking the winding stairs, another day of talking with Amara and the other servants, and another day that I wasted. Tomorrow was another day, and after tomorrow there would be another day, and so on, another day. It only meant one thing: that life was just a series of monotonous days and nights.What if I use the pinkish cloud to go somewhere? so that I wouldn't be bored with repeating things in the mansion? Nonsense. I didn't even know how to summon that thing, but how much more control it to go somewhere I wanted? I didn't know if the old woman really gave me power or if she just cheated me, because I never had the power she was talking about. She only gave me a headache and work, which I could get nothing out of. Where was the power she'd mentioned? I sighed again, though I knew I could live without any power.I had been sitting on the upholstered couch looking at the paintings made by a famo

Avoiding the eyes of people, avoiding gossip, and avoiding the things that made me remember the sin I committed. I avoided the attack of conscience, though it was unavoidable.The gossipers surpassed the market, the news outpaced the virus, people's eyes vanquished the juries, and everything conquered the one being pursued by death when avoiding me.However, nothing could outpace my family. Because even if the strongest hurricane struck, they would never abandon me, and I was grateful to some people who were willing to sacrifice their happiness for someone they cared about.I was sitting on my chair inside our classroom and looking at the door, but I had slipped into a reverie when I saw someone. Someone who has made me fall in love since the first day of school.Jayne Salvador, our beautiful teacher, entered the room. She was in a collared white shirt and jeans, though she was still beautiful in whatever clothes she would wear, even if she would wear undergarments. She had a high nos

What kind of worker was he to down even his boss? He was really not thinking about what I could do, that I could remove him from work because of what he did. He didn't know that I was only kind to those who were kind, but I was also cruel to those who were cruel. However, I knew I could not blame him because what I did was undoubtedly a mistake, and he was only telling the truth.I was still thankful to the only person, Amara Spicy, whom I trusted and considered my sister; the woman who could understand anything and the woman who cared about me, though sometimes I was stubborn. I was grateful because she did not believe the words of the guard who wanted to destroy our good partnership.Maybe Amara believed that I could not hurt someone without any reason, and she was right, because it wasn't me who hurt anyone, but the curse from the ugly woman.My problems with the guard were finally solved because I had already fired him without hesitation. I wasn't so cruel as what someone would th

My father wasn't totally a cruel man. What he did was a way of showing care and worry. Scolding a child was a way of disciplining them. He still had a heart that even though I did something wrong, he wouldn't hurt me. My father was so full of love that he could recognize even the smallest mistake I made, but he didn't know the greatest mistake of my life. I didn't know what to expect from his reaction if he knew I killed someone. Would he listen to my explanation? I really need courage before telling him.I was afraid of hurting and killing someone, though I was hurt. I didn't want them to experience what I experienced. I was afraid of being imprisoned, though sometimes I fought those bullies. I was afraid of doing something unlawful. I was afraid of myself. I was afraid of the things my body could do. The dark magic in me was a stroke of a stray curse.Sitting on the chair, looking at the bowl of sweet-potato-chips in front of me, I sometimes softly squeezed my nose, catching the fli

I was going towards the window of my bedroom when something appeared in front of me. What the hell? This again? The pinkish cloud which did nothing but cause pain? I was wrong. I wasn't lucky that day. However, instead of the pinkish cloud that was going to absorb me, there was someone who stepped outside of it.This was her again: the antiquated and ugly woman. Her appearance had not changed, nor even the clothes that she was wearing: a leather coat and long pants. She had long, curly hair that was spread around her back. But the most eerie part was her face, which I could not look directly at, so I just looked down at the floor to avoid it."How dare you show your face again after everything you did to me? You're such a wicked, contemptible hag!" I shouted.She laughed at me and asked, "Are you not happy to see me?""How can I be happy to see the old woman who cheated me? You told me that you were going to give me power, but what kind of power is this?""If you won't stop scolding m