"How'd you know about all these?" Kathleen mustered all her will to finally land an intriguing question against the man whom she doubts to be a real doctor. "It's all over the internet. Why? Do you actually think all of you can hide it? Samantha's disappearance has become the top one topic to almost social media platforms," doctor Kim shrugged. "That's not what I'm asking, doctor Kim, or whoever you are! For all I know, you might be one of the demons." "Wow," doctor Kim placed a hand in the air, seemingly teasing. "That's clearly a baseless accusation, miss. I just happen to be one of those cursed ones who have weak bindings. I came here, expecting to meet with Takumi, but I guess he's not anymore." "He knows Takumi, too," Kathleen mentally mumbled. "Relax, I'm not gonna cause you any trouble," doctor Kim suddenly shifted to a reassuring voice. "As a matter of fact, if you need any help tonight, I can lend you a hand." "W-What in the actual fuck are you talking about?" Do
In the dim, flickering light of the hospital's corridor, Takumi paced back and forth, his breath coming in tagged gasps. Shadows danced on the walls, twisting into distorted shapes that seemed to be mocking his terror. "First it's Zach, and now him," he hissed between words. He didn't understand how to react. For the first time, Kathleen had saw him so troubled that he had to leave before doctor amim could say anything. Right there, she knew the doctor will bring changes into the things that will happen prior to Theresa's visions. Takumi looked at her who laid unconscious on the emergency hospital bed. Beside her is another doctor discussing the happenings to Tomoya who acted as Theresa's boyfriend for the purpose of confidentiality. Only a few are treated inside and the silence is bothering him even more. Takumi was visibly uncomfortable to where he stood. He wanted to go back in Christian's room, but his emotions overpowered him. Quite ironic for someone who had sold his h
•Time leap• As they twirled amidst the wildflowers in the sun-kissed meadow, the differences between twin sisters, Agatha and Samantha were as stark as the contrast between sunlight and shadow: Agatha, adorned in delicate lace and pearls, basked in the glow of attention, while Samantha, her spirit wilted by the absence of parental love, cast a shadow over the vibrant landscape. Truly, as identical twins, they look exactly alike; however, people around them can distinguish one from the other without even have to find any dissimilar features from their faces. Despite the parental neglect that weighed heavily upon their tender hearts, Agatha's love for her twin sister, Samantha, burned fiercely—an unwavering beacon of warmth amidst the cold indifference of their parents; her every gesture a silent testament to the bond that transcended the harsh realities of their upbringing. Agatha provided the love their parents refused to give to Samantha, so she had grown unbothered about the
"Hey, mom, dad. It’s been a while,” Samantha whispered as she slowly leaned down to place the tulips bouquet, she bought from a flower shop on her way to the cemetery. She stared at the grave stone where her parents' names were carved and slowly brush the dusts off with her bare hands. “Daniel Brown, Josefina Brown...” she read, eyes shifting on the identification card clipped on the collar of her white coat.“Samantha Shane Andersen...” she continued with a faint laugh. “It's been 20 years and I still can’t understand how the two of you could hate your own child like this.” A sigh escaped her lips, pointing her ID. “Do you see this mom, dad? I am now a licensed psychiatrist,” her voice broke into soft sobs. “I-I have now the job, the two of you, wanted me to have. I also have my own office now. It was quite spacious, but I'll be buying some stuffs to make it more comfortable just like home.” Her lips suddenly thinned. “Am I now worthy o
"Best friend for ten years my ass!” Kathleen hissed as she furiously closed the car door, crossing her arms in disquietude.Christian came a moment later and went inside the driver's seat; evidently vexed by his girlfriend’s attitude a while ago.“So, why did you storm out?" He calmly asked and she turned at him in disbelief. “And you’re taking her side?” His lips twitched. “This is not about taking sides; of course, I’ll take yours no matter what; but this is about respect and limitations. I don’t even need to be Samantha’s best friend for me to tell she’s still being haunted by the past you’re forcing her to open,” he sighed. “Just give her more time. Eventually, she will surely open up when she's ready.” Christian’s voice is calming, but the furious Kathleen still isn’t keeping her shoulders down. “Yeah, and ten years still ain’t enough!” She huffed. “And obviously, you’re taking her side.” “I told you am not, geez!” Ch
“After she left, I started hearing this voice inside my head, doctor! I-I know you told me not to listen to them, but it’s so hard. What should I do now?” Samantha hummed as she wrote down keywords out of her patient’s story. She then placed the pen down and looked at him. “Last time you were here, Mr. Rito, you were talking about your friend, Bryan, who lives under your bed, do you remember?” The young boy nodded cautiously. “And then there’s your girlfriend, Dessa, who lives inside the mirror of your room.” He nodded again. “And then the mysterious tall man who suddenly shows up anytime and anywhere?” He looks at her unsteadily, eyes shifting from one place to another. Samantha respired shortly and looked at the boy’s mother who’s staring at her son in mixed emotions. ‘Twas is the first time she came with him in the clinic and she clearly couldn't believe what she was hearing. “I’ve ran lots of tests on your son, Mrs. Lopez, and the r
“Why didn't you tell me?” Scott sounded rather pissed. “I was waiting for you to tell me yourself. The baby is on its fifth month and we’ve been together more than that.” Scott stared at her for couple of seconds and then looked down when he realized he could no longer hide his lies from her anymore. “I didn't know she’s pregnant.” “Pregnant or not, the point here is you cheated, you son of a bitch!” Samantha bit her lips, she didn’t mean to curse him, but her anger has gone to rage. “I am Karma, no need for you to curse me,” he muttered and looked back at her in a very different aura. “If you can't forgive me then it’s fine. I don’t need you to anyway.” Samantha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She even refused to believe that it’s Scott she’s talking to; seems like a whole different person. “I don’t want to say something that could hurt you that’s why I didn’t tell
Kathleen's eyes shifted to the crying face of her best friend. “What a-are you talking about?” Samantha’s tongue explored her frontal teeth. “He's been seeing his ex-girlfriend behind my back for quite some time now,” her voice broke into short sobs. “I made myself look stupid as I am certain he’d leave once he knew that I am already aware of what’s happening. She quickly wiped the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I thought he’d feel sorry for me—at least—for what he did, but no. He even tried to shift the blame on me,” her tongue folded on top of her mouth to stop herself from breaking into a loud cry. “All of them knew: Kim, Junel, and Kaiser, but none of them said a thing. I have been fooled.” Kathleen could only watch her best friend succumb in pain. “Why didn't you tell me?” “I just can’t acknowledge the fact that everyone I care for always ends up leaving me. I know he’s a jerk and I won’t mind making myself look st