I didn’t do anything special today. I stayed at home when Celine went out with Polius. She stated that she must go somewhere. I didn’t ask her and just nodded when she went to the room I was in and said that to me. I am all alone in this barn-style house, and I have no one to talk to. I stood up after an hour of staying in one place and started to overthink things. I wish Celine was somewhere safe. I don't want her to be hurt even though I know that she won't be because she’s the most badass woman that I know. I walked and walked inside the house with no means of stopping. I need to do something that will keep me entertained for the moment. I tried to sleep because I lack it, but I couldn’t and it’s frustrating me. No signs of a phone here. I forgot to ask Celine where she put it. After doing 10 laps around the house, I stopped as I was feeling tired and breathless. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water that I got from the fridge. I was thinking if my sister knew ab
Celine and Polius arrived ten minutes after Pauline left the barn. I had a great time with her and I wish that I could talk to her again. She is a nice talk buddy and I’m happy that I met someone like her in this drought land. With the bread in my mouth, I opened the door for the two. I've got this food in the cupboard. I’m not even sure if this is good or not, as I couldn’t see the expiration date. Well, it’s not thrown yet, so I guess this is okay. There is a strange feeling circulating throughout the whole house. They are amusingly quiet, and I’m certain that something happened. Celine purposely made a sound when she put her bag on the table. It seemed heavy and it hurt my ears. I was startled by it, but Polius remained calm. I walked towards Celine’s place and was ready to ask her why she was acting this way when she shouted. “Why did you do that? I had been planning it for weeks and you just ruined it in just a snap! I clearly told you to stay in the car and wait for my signal! W
I’m not sure if Celine is okay at this moment. She brought Polius here, covered with his own blood, in a calm manner. How is she supposed to be calm in this situation? The man you love was bleeding.“Help me, Prince. Let’s get him to the sofa,” Celine said while she was supporting Polius to stand. I don’t know if he was unconscious or not, as his eyes were slightly open. I immediately went to Polius's other side and supported him while walking. He’s heavy, but I didn’t complain as his life is in danger now. We carefully put him on the sofa. I fixed how he was sitting while Celine went to the other room to get something. Maybe it’s first aid. She didn’t take a while and ordered me to get a towel and a basin with water.“Here,” I said, after I got all she needed. I offered her the basin, and she told me to put it on the table, which I obliged.“Do you still need something?” I asked while staring at her. She’s serious and I can’t find any funny reaction in her face. It feels like a wall
After hours of travelling, we arrived in front of the studio. Until now, I couldn’t believe that Celine came back without scratches or bruises. It’s not that I am not happy that she returned safe, it’s just that she went there alone and I’m certain that there were a lot of people there. I didn’t ask her where she came from, as I’m only judging based on what Polius had told me last night. We stayed quiet inside the car. No one dares to speak, and it’s sort of deafening in my ears. Awkwardness can be felt, and it’s something that I can’t avoid. I saw in the mirror that Celine had fixed herself by putting the strands of her hair at the back of her ear before starting a conversation with us two. “I thought you were eager to go home, and yet you’re still here, unmoving.” No word comes after that and silence is back. I don’t know if I’m the only one who feels the discomfort of staying here, but there’s something that stops me from going inside of the studio. I still have questions that ar
I kept running and running. This feels like it happened before when John chased me when I saw him doing something in their room. I didn’t give too much thought to what I was currently feeling as the adrenaline in my body is still high. I need to escape. I’m not ready to die. The whole place looks like a maze, and I’m not sure what path I should take. When I arrived at the front of the intersection, there were three paths, and I had no clue which way would lead to outside. I decided to go to the center and sprint as fast as I could. It’s dark and I can’t see where I am going. Maybe I chose the wrong one. Should I go back and choose either of the two left? But I think I’m already in the middle part of this path and I don’t think it’s a good idea to go back. The truth is, I’m afraid that Mr. Manore is there and will completely out of his madness and do something to me. I was losing hope as I continued strolling, and that hope was lightened when I saw a light coming from one of the doors
Josito Lapoer is the owner, and he’s currently in his 70s. He’s also the first member of the allegiance. He loathed the government as it was the reason he lost his mother and wife. Wait a minute, if he has a wife, then why did she write a love letter to Sarah? I don’t understand. Well, I’m not in the place to judge his love life. I flipped to the next page and I saw a family picture inserted. I picked it up for a closer look. It’s two girls, and I bet the man hugging the woman in front is Josito. I turned the picture over to see its back and saw the names of the people included in the picture. Martina Lapoer, Sarah Lapoer, Josito Lapoer, and Martino Lapoer. The girls looked identical. The older woman looked like Sarah, and the younger one is also Sarah. The resemblance is there, and at one glance, you can tell that they’re related. There is a note in the bottom part of the picture, but I couldn’t understand what it said. It’s in Latin again. It says, "Somos uno y no podemos separarnos
Maybe a lot of you are thinking that my life is a series of déjà vu; nothing’s new and the same nightmares are happening. I don’t want to admit it, but I think you’re all right. From the very beginning, when I left home because I thought they hated me... it was a failure of judgment, a misjudgment that I wish I could turn around and do the right thing by asking them what the reasons for their hatred of me were. Even though I already talked with Papa, I don't think we've already settled the thing going on between us. We're still distant, but I'm happy that we've talked after my disappearance in their lives. I heard the coldness, but still he talked to me without getting mad, and that made me happy. Celine... my gorgeous older sister. I am buoyant that we've already made up. It filled my loneliness for all these days that we'd fought. As expected, she filled in the gaps in my frail heart. It's true that you'll think about the happiest moment in your life when you're at the edge of the r
When I was slowly regaining my mindfulness, the first thing I heard was the scream of the people around me. A mixture of undefined and metallic sounds were mixed into one, and it was causing my ears to hurt. My blurry vision wasn’t helping at all. My head still hurts, and I think that’s the main reason why I felt nauseous at this point. I tried to get myself out of the chair by moving to let the rope loosen. I know it’s a waste of energy and time, but it’s the only thing that I thought of to help me out from being tied. My fingers were still hurting and some of the blood had already dried while it was still dripping from them. I saw no one here, and it’s giving me second thoughts on what really happened when I was unconscious. Did someone come to save me, or is this just a part of my dream again? I don’t know how to distinguish reality from a dream anymore, because they are both the same to me. It’s a combination that resulted in a nightmare. I am timorous when I’m starting to realize