I had a very bad feeling about this.
And all my unexplainable restlessness seems to make sense now.
My nanny instead of bringing me coffee brought me the dreadful news that I lost my father that very night.
It was heartbreaking...
I could not even breathe.
When we reached the hospital, his body was already at the morgue.
Some of our relatives were there already, and I could not even see even slight grief on their faces.
Instead, they even looked happy.
I squeezed my bloodshot eyes, trying to wake myself up from this awful nightmare.
How I wish it was.
When I saw my dad, I felt that my small body went into a complete breakdown.
I tried to wake him up, I tried to shake his shoulders but my nanny kept pulling me, hushing me.
My tears are nonstop dripping like waterfalls.
I... I still can't believe that he is gone now.
We were just playing earlier, we were so happy and now he is lying in a cold place and I was not able to bid him my goodbye.
I was not able to tell him how much I love him, how precious he is to me, and how proud I am to be a daddy's girl.
"I-I love you so much, daddy..."
I kissed his cheeks and hugged him tightly for the last time.
My insides were screaming while my relatives were celebrating.
I, Lily Emerson at the age of six became an orphan in my own home.
...
One month later...
I spent my whole day, reading and just being locked inside my spacious room, the only place that I am at ease in this huge suffocating house that I used to call my home.
Lying on my bed, I busied and entertained myself being engulfed in every word inked on the old delicate pages of the book.
As I flipped the next pages, my amusement intensified as I was amazed by the new knowledge I got from this old book.
Our body, they say, is just a borrowed vessel from the deities and was never ours, to begin with, and I truly agree with that theory.
It also further elaborated that each of us has our version of the life hourglass, the flowing sands which represents the remaining time left we have in this world before we return it to them.
What makes it more interesting is that mythical creatures are existing that make the world of life and death stable.
Grim reapers are one of the most popular.
They are also known as the angel of death or simply death.
Few people also call them the "Grim of Death".
For thousands of years, various cultures have had different figures to represent death.
Some describe them usually as a creepy skeletal figure, who is often shrouded and covered in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a long scythe to “reap” human souls but others believed that they have similar body features to human beings and are extremely beautiful but deadly.
They exist to cut the soul's last ties to life and grants it a safe passage to the afterlife, but some people are afraid of them. That is because there are misconceptions that they are evil spirits, wherein in reality, they are neither evil nor good. They are just merely a force of nature and order.
Dying is a fundamental part of living, and it is their job to claim the souls of the deceased to maintain the balance of nature.
My eyes fluttered in curiosity, “So are they also the ones who are responsible for killing the mortals who are due to die?”
“Lily, stop being lazy and help your cousin pick her dress! You did nothing all day but lock yourself in your room!” My aunt suddenly barged into my room.“Is this what your father had taught you? You should be grateful that we took you in and—”
“You did not take me in, I already lived here my whole life,” I cut her off and rolled my eyes.
“What an ungrateful bitch for a young girl, are you?! You dare to talk back to your aunt who did nothing but take care of you! Such an impudent brat, did Marcus failed to teach you some manners!?” she exclaimed as she dragged me outside my room to the nearest hallway.
“Pretending to care to be able to get your hands on my dad’s assets that have been transferred on my name,” I spat coldly.
My aunt was speechless, can’t believe that a six-year-old girl will be able to understand what the lawyer has read on the last will of testament.
Well, she underestimated me.
I have read tons of books in our library, and I had an idea about it. She badly wanted to be my guardian to be able to control me for she thought I am nothing but a weak abandoned child.
“You’re peculiar! A normal child does not act like that. Y-you are merely six, for heaven’s sake. You don’t know what you are talking about,” she stuttered looking defensive.
“I do.. and yes you are correct, aunt. I am not like the other normal child on my age. I am well aware of my situation right now and I am aware of your hidden agenda,” I replied with a calm tone, “I know you cannot hurt me physically because it will invalidate your right to adopt me. However, just let me tell you that you will never be able to touch even a single penny of my dad’s money nor his assets over my dead body.”
I ran to my room reminding myself that I need to be strong. I can do this, I want to grow up fast so that no one can take advantage of me. They are all after my dad’s resources.
I can’t forget their faces celebrating after the burial ceremony, a month ago.
Then, they were fighting about who will get my custody.
My aunt, the greedy and most influential of them all, was able to get the temporary rights to have me under her care.
Her spoiled daughter, Patricia who is of the same age as me thinks that the people are meant to serve her was no good either.
It will take only a few months if there will be no problem to make her my official guardian.
I sighed deeply with all the mishaps happening in my life.
My fate was already unlucky as it is. Could it get any worse?
On the twenty-third of August, 2004; I became the queen of misfortunes. My aunt Hilda won in the court and she became my official guardian. The manor was given under her care for I am still a minor. Oh, sweet heavens, my haven, the library was demolished and was changed into a playroom for my cousin, Patricia. I did not even have a voice to oppose for my aunt made up a story that the library was a bad influence to a child like me, that I deserve to be normal and to be free to play my heart out. Which, I do not believe for she only wants to make a customized playroom for her child. I was not even allowed to go there. Good thing, I was able to save few of my favorite books before it was thrown out. They held an exquisite grand party fronting it as a celebration for my birthday today. Fools, I know what they are plotting. It was for the exposure of their family name, and their ambitious debut to the
Someone put a cover on my nose...I struggled and looked back to see the face of the culprit with all my strength.It was…It was my nanny.I was trying my best to escape from the clutches of my evil nanny but as time passed by, I’m getting very sleepy.From my peripheral vision, I saw one of the guys earlier pointing a gun at Julian.“No…no… Not Julian, please… Not him," I pleaded as the tears pooled from the corner of my irises,“P-please don’t kill him, he’s already old. Please spare him,” I added while trying to struggle so hard from my nanny whom I once trusted so much. My visions are getting blurry from crying as the drug that was put on the handkerchief was taking effect on me.Before I passed out, my eyes widened as I saw a black-haired guy appeared out of nowhere and whispered something to the bad guy pointing a gun at Julian that made him pull the trigger.I screamed internally.…I woke up with a pang of pa
It's a good thing, he did not notice that I was secretly recording our conversation. I secretly stopped the recording from my side pocket located near my waist after his confession. I was about to stand up when he suddenly knocked me off and I passed out again. ... I woke up with blurry eyes as something cold is poking my cheeks. My eyes widened at the sight of a pair of crimson orbs staring right through me. “Should I set fire and annihilate them?” he whispered. His icy stares met the blue orbs of mine. This guy appeared out of nowhere in front of me. I was imprisoned in this secluded room for several days after I was kidnapped by a group of men asking for ransom in exchange for my safety. Of course with my aunt, being the mastermind and staged this act. The ransom is useless, I will still be killed anyway. “Child, I am waiting,” he moved closer and tucked my hair behind my ear. He got this jet black ha
I am strolling leisurely as the gentle breeze lightly kissed my rosy cheeks. The wind was blowing a few strands of my blond hair. It was already almost four o’ clock in the afternoon and the sun was about to set. I looked up and I admired the beauty of the vivid shades of the mixed hues of pink, blue, and orange. The atmosphere was kind of solemn despite the busy street, and loud horns of cars, motorcycles, and buses. Exploring the few parts of the city and inhaling the scent of Earth made me feel relaxed and soothed. I definitely need a break from all the pressure and responsibilities given to me as the only heir of the large chains of businesses. A stress reliever indeed. I first went across the street to find a book store. Books are my safe haven. It does not only expand my knowledge, but also it comforts me from loneliness. As I have mentioned before, I have no fri
I woke up upon hearing successive multiple knocks on my bedroom door. I sat on my bed for a while, adjusting my hazy vision while blinking few times. I cupped my forehead and slowly massaged it. It was still throbbing with pain. “Wait up. Coming,” I grunted and wore my silky night robe. I reached for the door knob and opened it. It revealed my butler holding my favorite breakfast, bacon and egg with rice and a café latte. “I’m sorry to bother you, my lady, but someone called earlier on the telephone saying it was very important,” he explained, “She says, she needs to talk to you as soon as possible. ” Maybe, it’s about the company. “Alright, did you ask for her name?” I replied while I tilted my head sideward, continuing to massage my head lightly. “Yes, I did. Her name is—you seems to be in pain, my lady. Do you perhaps have headache?” he stopped abruptly and looked at me with full of concern. “Shall I bring you a medi
"My lady! My lady, wake up. You are having nightmares," someone said as that person was slightly tapping the right side of my cheek. "W-what," I blurted out as I abruptly opened my eyes, catching my breath. I immediately woke up, gasping. "You are what?" I continued. It was a late reaction, and my brain was still in a haze from that weird dream. "My lady," my butler called my attention, "My lady," he repeated. "H-huh?" I looked at him, and I can see he is very concerned about my condition. I clutched my chest, still with heavy breathing. He gave me a glass of water immediately. I held it with my shaky hands and drank it with one gulp. I wiped the sweat on my forehead, and shift my gaze on my bedroom clock. 9:45 pm. "You took a long nap, my lady. It is already nine forty-five in the evening," Butler Wong said. On my peripheral vision, I noticed that he was holding a telephone.
"Thank you, Alfred," I said while fiddling the keys for my black Porsche Cayenne. "My lady, here are the candles with a cricket lighter. Is this okay for the bouquet?" Butler Wong asked as he fastened his pace towards me. "That's fine. Kindly put it at the trunk of my car," I instructed as I opened the trunk and unlocked my car. I swiftly slid inside and started the engine. I adjusted the temperature to be a little warmer for it is cold tonight. Shoot! I forgot my cap. I lowered the glass window and called for Butler Wong. "Yes, my lady," he answered. "I forgot my black Versace cap," I replied, "It was hanged on the white standing coat rack in my room," I instructed. "Right away, my lady." He nodded in response, and immediately went inside the manor. After few minutes, he came back with my black cap and handed it to me. "Thanks, Butler Wong." I reached for the cap and put it on my head. "My pleas
I blinked a few times just to check if I am not just seeing things. Could it really be… "Doom?" I blurted out suddenly. I covered my mouth, as an instinctive response. I was hesitant to approach him because it seems to me that he was resting. I don't want to disturb him. I heaved a deep sigh as I stepped back and started retreating from my position. I gave a glance for one last time, but I was frozen on the spot and stared with wide eyes to find out that Doom was not there anymore. Where could he possibly go? I tilted my head side by side to check the surroundings. Did I wake him up? Was I too loud? "Looking for me?" someone spoke coldly behind my back as a hand tapped my shoulder. I jolted in response due to my reflexes as I gasped looking back at who it was. I was surprised by his sudden appearance. I almost had a mini heart attack!