Meredith
Time was running so fast that I could barely wrap my head around it. Only a week ago, I was valedictorian and read out the speech only one student could read every year. The feeling had been bliss, but the moment I stepped down from the podium, I'd fallen into being a regular student with just a little social life. But the past week had changed everything, and tonight would have just the same effect.The same day I made my speech, I also got the admission letter to study at the college of my dreams in Italy, and I'm leaving tomorrow. So little time for so much fun.Mom had been a little too over the top in her excitement about letting me off for college; even I couldn't deny the fact I needed a fresh start."Edith, some alcohol to warm your belly," Jayden offered, handing me a small red cup.I bumped into the cup a little from all the bouncing around to Selena Gomez over the club speakers."Thank you," I murmured, drowning out the last part of my sentence with the cup on my lips."Sweet heavens, what is this? This is the sweetest thing you've given me all night," I yelled, and he shrugged."Cocktail," I said, licking my lips, drowning out the contents. I had a flight to catch tomorrow morning, and here I was feeling tipsy but couldn't stop myself from drinking. I was going to have a massive hangover and severe jet lag.I was drinking for fun reasons, while Jay was drinking to feel a little more loose so he could ask the guy at the swimming pool out. He'd been eyeing him all evening."Hey, why don't we head to the swimming area? It's less noisy, and my head is starting to bang." I suggested pulling him towards the pool. Once we got there, he fetched me another cup of the same sweet cocktail and joined me on a bench."I’m so glad you could come out to have fun for the last time," he said, and I smiled. "Why wouldn’t I come?" I said I wouldn’t miss my last day for anything in the world, especially when my flight to Italy was the next morning."I don’t mind travelling with a massive hangover." It’s not even about that. It’s about Lewis; you two have been split for almost a week. Chances are he’d be here and...Christ, Jay, I do not fucking care. If he’s here, fine; if he isn't, great," I said and took a swig of my drink.Lewis was my ex; he’s my past. He cheated on me because, according to him, there was no better way to tell me he wasn’t interested in doing long distance. Part of the blame was mine to swallow, believing that a former star basketball player who could lift his head up from the past glory he had obtained before his injury would be sensible enough to keep up with me abroad."Sassy," Jay cooed, and I was forced to slap the back of his head. My feet wobbled as I moved away from his reach, finding myself crinkly and staggering.Look, I’m fine; just walk over there and talk to that hot piece of ass; once you’re done, let me know how it means," I advised, and he grinned at me."Meanwhile," I paused to chug down the rest of the cocktail. "I need to use the bathroom; see you later." I clumsily dropped the glass cup on the table and walked away, trying not to fall with my shaky legs.By the time I reach the stairs, I’m seeing things twice their actual size. It was not a good sign, but I made a mental note to drink water when I made it back downstairs.I decided to take the elevator instead, and when I got in, I aimed to punch the first floor but ended up hitting the last one. I groaned and was frustrated. I stomped my feet to slow down the pressure I was receiving from my bladder.The elevator finally dinged, and I ran off, stumbling into the first door on the left, and to my surprise, it gently creaked open.Had they left it open while they slept?When I looked up into the room, a chilling sensation ran through my bones.A man dressed in a black suit was holding a young lady slumped to the floor with a knife cut on her neck, and in his hands was the knife dripping with blood.I gulped noisily, and he turned his head to get a better look at the intruder. My eyes fell on the dragon tattoo running from his ear down to his neck. And just before his face turned completely red, I ran off, sprinting down the stairs completely sober.Both fear and adrenaline were coursing down my veins in an unhealthy competition, but I don’t have the time to suppress one or the other.I was downstairs in no time; I did not even look for Jayden to say goodbye. For all I know, the man may be lurking after me, and we know how these things end. To clear off witnesses, I joined the lady on the floor, dead and cold.I was breezing past the front door, panting heavily, and to my luck, a cab was just rounding the corner. I flagged him down, flailing my arms like a maniac.He seemed to notice the urgency and hurried over."You need help, miss?" I nodded, opening the door. I don’t care if he’s headed my way. I just have to get the fuck out of here."Where to?" He asked, and I breathed in, trying to collect myself."I’d get off at Blue Avenue," I told him, and he nodded."That would cost you about two dollars." I don’t care about the cost, so I didn't respond.The one thing I kept my mind focused on was how quickly I’d be packing up for the journey to Italy. I am leaving the murder scene behind me. I prayed silently that he had not seen my face. But even I knew that the chances were slim.Meredith"Darling, you don’t have to pull the box all by yourself; let me help you," mom called from the bottom of the stairs, watching me drag my box down the stairs."I can do it myself. Mum, it’s no big deal," I groaned, punctuating every word at the same time I pulled the box down each stair.I heaved a sigh of relief when the tyres touched the end of the stairs.I looked up at her triumphantly."There, my box is down," I told her, rolling the wheels as I made my way to the doorstep.As I walked past her, I looked at her face. It’s hard to miss the tears glistening in her eyes. I quickly wheeled the box into the truck of the airport taxi and ran back towards her, and she opened her arms and engulfed me in a warm hug."I’m so sorry, mom," I say, my voice breaking in sadness. I bat my eyelids to blink back the tears forming."It’s fine, baby. It’s just that I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and I can’t believe it’s here," she sniffled, and I nodded against her body."I’d miss
MeredithI slowly regained consciousness, feeling the sheets first and then the faint scent of booze. Booze? My brain gets alarmed, and then I remember I was already at the dormitory.I allowed my eyes to stay closed for a few seconds. It’s not like I was in a hurry to go anywhere. School doesn’t resume for three days, and all I had to do during this period was job hunt for a side job that'll occupy most of my evenings after school.Finally, my eyes flew open, and my face turned to the side. I jumped in fright, not expecting anyone to be on Kayla’s bed. When I finally stood up to get a better look at the body, I found Kayla herself lying down looking completely buzzed out, probably a bit hungover, so I was careful not to rouse her.I'd only been here twenty-four hours and all I could say about her was related to alcoholic beverages.I tiptoed into the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible. I grabbed my brush from the small sink and rinsed it, pressing out a little paste on
MeredithLast night, I could have sworn that hunger would kill me first before they all did. But apparently it didn’t; I was rudely woken up from my tired slumber, which I couldn’t fall into in the first place because of the hunger I felt, and was dragged out of the room.My muscles had grown too weak to resist the pulling, so to save myself more damage, I went along willingly.Now we were standing in what looked like a bathroom stall, with a single shower high up and the knobs just within reach.The environment was rather dirty; streaks of what looked like brown water were spread all over the wall. The water closet in the room was now booming with enough algae to feed a pond. I still wondered why they’d brought me here."Get rid of your filthy clothes; it’s time to shower," the masked man who came to fetch me earlier said.I turned to look at him. Was he being serious? I’m freshening up in an area that literally breathes bacteria."No," I argued weakly in a hoarse voice. He cocked a v
MeredithI had thought I had left it behind in New Orleans.Images of the woman laying in her own pool of blood and a man with a bloodied knife in his hand assaulted my brain. I looked at him, and he stared back at me. I was breathing heavily, and the lady from yesterday had already left.His blue eyes narrowed down on me, pinning me in an intense gaze.This man was dangerously beautiful; his pointed nose sat on his pink lips, which had been pressed into a thin line. His jaw looked hard and square, his forehead smooth, and his skin olive. His full brows accentuated his beautiful looks; his hair was pulled backwards into a small bun; and his features left me mesmerised. I stood afloat; fear was running through my veins. He pushed himself off the railings elegantly and went to take a seat on one of the chairs, and I’m left to wonder how such a cold-hearted killer could be this attractive."Come sit with me," he said in a soft yet firm voice that made really wild thoughts roam in my head.
MeredithI never thought I would see the inside of the school environment again.I was left to find a way to fend for myself, apparently being watched by this mystery man who had made a decision to spare my life. He could have finished me off, like he did to that cold lady, but he chose to spare my life. My head was pounding; I think my food was mixed with something that had put me out for some weird reason.I sighed walking into my dorm room when Kayla was wandering around the room. I staggered into my dorm room. My stuff was still on my bed, unpacked."Yo, you look terrible." I shrugged, not knowing what to tell her. It was one thing to scream my lungs out; it was entirely different to spill what I had experienced. She might be the one who is watching me. Not to sound clingy or anything, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who minces his words. I didn't want to find out what he meant when he said he was watching me. Kayla looked at me with wary eyes and asked, "Are you sure you
MeredithHis name rolled off my tongue in a savoury way. At the same time, it brought shivers down my spine.He was a cold killer, yet he had shown me kindness. My ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I was surprised that my phone was still with me. I looked at my desk and saw my bag that had me lost when I was kidnapped. The little cash I had and my phone were still intact."How did these get here?" I asked myself, checking over my shoulder, if anyone was here. I was the only one in the room. The ringtone buzzed, snapping me out of my fear. It was Mom.I groaned, realising just how much she might be worried. I quickly answered the phone."Hey Mom!""You ran off to a new country without notice, and now you won't pick up my calls? Sending lame messages that you are fine?""I sent a message." I glared, wondering if it really was my mom speaking to me. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Stupid girl. "I'm so sorry, Mom. It's the beginning of the school season, and everyth
Meredith"Nsh, you don't have to worry about it." Kayla dismissed it as quickly as possible."It sounds like something to worry about." The only thing I knew was that I was having a crisis; I couldn't talk to anyone about it. That was the safest part. If there was a party to drain those sorrows, I wanted to be invited. I just want to see and get acquainted. The mystery man only said not to spill; it wasn't holding me from having fun."It is a party that everyone attends. Like a tradition or something. Every founding family has a party to welcome most people to the school. Including foreigners like yourself.""You make it sound like a cult or something." She had that serious look someone gives you before luring you to their death. "You are not serious, right?"No, I'm not. C'mon, if there was a cult in this school, my parents would pull me out immediately. They did their research before letting me come here. You do not have to worry; it is just a harmless party." She paused, and I was
Meredith.The moment they mentioned Nolan, everything came to a halt.I have never known grief like this. It seems that there is always something to whine about. I imagined everything from the very beginning to the end. The tightness in my chest increased, to say the least, even as I sat in this van waiting for her to spill the details.She gave me his picture. I stared at the picture for a while, running my hands through his face. He is the mystery man, Fabian Salvatore. The one that was not really seen was, according to Kayla, He was supposed to be engaged, and yet he was feeling me under his grasp. I wonder if his fiancée was among them too. I would love to know if putting me through all that was worth it. The pain of knowing that I made the most terrible choice to be drunk on the first night of going to a club Everything went wrong from there."I don't see how I can help you." I whispered, still looking at Fabian's picture."We just want to know your experience with him. What exa