Flashback~Cats and dogs are at bicker, as they wage war upon the earth. Houses and roofs were inhabited by people who wouldn't care less who owned the building. What everyone knows at this point, is that they have to take shelter, so they were automatically turning into house owners, as they inhabit houses who's owner they don't even know. Even if they had to share the same roof with other people.Still, while everyone took shelter, cars honked at each other. It's a good thing it wasn't sunny, otherwise, these people might have flooded the jammed road, yelling into each other's faces. However, far from their non-stop bickering, a car drives freely on the mountain highway. Maura, helps herself to the heater, as she drives without anyone needing to trouble her. "I can't hear you, honey, the signal's bad, the weather's horrible," Maura said, her eyes glued to the road, and hands clenched in the steering wheel as she drove. She wears an earpod on her right, connected to her phone
"Ah!" She sighs, as she bows her head between her legs. Today marks day two of their awkward breakfast and Drusilla has lost the voice to complain. "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have spoken to him that way in his own house," she regrets. Ever since her breakdown, Neon has been trying his best to make sure that she doesn’t feel alone, or that she doesn’t rush into doing something that she would later come to loathe herself.Although it may be a little too late for that. Druuuu~Druuuu~By her side, her phone slightly skips on the bed as it moves towards Drusilla as if it knows its master. This makes it the eleventh time the phone rang in the short span of five minutes, and the repeated sound of the phone ringing is doing its best to tick her off, especially at a time like this when she’s still bent on finding herself.She glances at the screen, frustrated.If she doesn’t answer, the phone will most likely ring again, and again, and again, until she’ll be forced to do something s
Summer, the perfect season for vacation. The airport is crowded, buzzing with active lives and trolleys stocked with boxes."Announcement please, the next flight to Sheldon city will be departing in ten minutes."In the rush hour, the people hurry with their luggage to the gateway, preparing to begin their vacation; however, for some, the vacation ended already. Drusilla patiently sits near the exit, waiting for Ethan for over an hour. Out of boredom she takes her time to carefully identify new details in the airport, she stares at the digital decor clock in the walkway of the airport."12:34 pm, what could possibly be keeping him this long." She says with a sigh.Everywhere seems different than she remembers, like the airport staff who have ditched their boring and out-of-fashion blue and black that she was familiar with for more suitable and smart uniforms.It's been over an hour since she flew in from the hospital, and she's already losing hope that her husband will arrive. Sudd
"Trust the process my darling." Drusilla hears her husband say. Instantly she clenched her fists, digging her nails into her flesh so badly that tiny droplets of blood leaks down her arm, staining the milky glass marble tiles. Luckily, she already received a total makeover before returning home, otherwise, it would have left a worse impact. "Who do you love the most, me or that witch you call a wife?" Jane asked.As if her words had been filtered and she was patiently waiting for the right time to drop a light bomb, Jane successfully angers Drusilla with each passing second, just by talking. "I love you, much more than you can imagine." He swears. Drusilla, who stands frozen behind the door, slowly sinks to the floor and buries her head between her legs, sobbing as she listens in on the gruesome conversation. "Marry me then," Jane begs. "Let's run away together" …"Not while she's still alive." Ethan interrupts. "You saw how sick she was, I'm sure she won't survive it." The deligh
The air is thick with the purging smell of antiseptic, and medicine that irks her stomach in the worst possible manner, with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners.Drusilla tries to open her heavy eyes wider but it proves a herculean task. She could only manage to collect a little fraction of light and that was it, everything else looks blurry and she confuses reality with a dream.Besides her, she could hear the beeping sound of a heart monitor, and the surface she was on felt soft and cosy, like a cushion.Trying to program what was before her due to a hazy memory, she struggles to sit upright but her back doesn't let her move, it stings with a dreadful pain that sends her right back to bed."Doctor…." She hears terrified voices speak from a distance.Her head tilts in the direction of the noise, her lips slightly open as she tries to ask questions but finds it difficult to speak and not a single word escapes.Slowly she reaches for her face to caress
Due to a misunderstanding and false memories, Drusilla undergoes surgery, claiming a new identity as Maura. She stares at her image in the bathroom, today as well, she's unable to apprehend how her disoriented face was easily restored, unknown to the secrets she's oblivious to. Ignorance is indeed bliss to her.With a new identity, she wears a new fragile look, her deep blue eyes as bright as the night sky, her lip rosy and soft.All alone in the bathroom, she grabs a hairbrush, gently stroking her hair allowing the teeth of the brush to sink in, sliding down until it reaches the edge.It's Friday and today is the day she'll finally be discharged, she just couldn't wait.Unfortunately, her plans are cut short when Bernard appears before her as soon as she's set to go home and has her take a seat.For some reason though, it seems Maura doesn't like him that much, she has a brow up, and repeatedly taps her finger on the bedside and her feet on the floor. Neon enters right after Bernard
The two-hour drive was more than enough to squash Maura with dreadful anxiety.As she sits behind, holding her patience that seems to overflow, her legs are constantly shaking, and her hands tightly squeeze the back seat as she wishes with all her might that the driver will not let her anxiety get the best of her with his tortoise speed. Finally, when she feels suffocated by his speed, Maura leans forward, poking her head at the driver's seat, "can't you go a little faster." She says politely with a smile. The middle-aged driver narrows his look from the road and glances at her, although she's smiling politely, she has anxiety written all over her face, one that troubles the man. The more he stares into her eyes, the clearer he could see his death warrant being signed if he fails to do as he's told.Fear, panic, and distress automatically convert into a cold sweat that dances down his wrinkled face. So, to avoid any sort of trouble, he reluctantly says, "If that's what you want, b
The crowd of journalists swarms the entrance right after Maura leaves, echoing their questions at a high pitch, shoving their cameras at the couple's faces, like they're some kind of criminals.Meanwhile, unlike those two who were being pressured with questions, Maura enjoys her limousine cruise as she hums a befitting tune of 'we are the champions' to herself. After a couple of minutes on the road, her car comes to an abrupt halt, causing Maura to hit her head against the seat as she bounces back and forth. "What happened?" She asks the driver. However, before the man can even answer, Maura chokes on her spit.Up ahead, she sees a familiar figure walking towards the limousine, before that person could even reach her, a stiff Maura unlocks the door.Before Maura, Neon stands, looking down at her with furry eyes that make her gulp in fear. "Darl…""Get out of the car," Neon says, cutting her word short, his face has red flags written all over, his teeth tightly grinning upon the ot