The morning rays of the sun didn't quite reach me as I woke up spontaneously when Logan shook me. The curtains were still drawn and my room was dark. Logan's face was barely illuminated by the few streaks of sunlight that had managed to escape the barrier provided by the curtains. The sunlight spilled over his sea-coloured eyes and made it appear distinct.I was still simmering with resentment for he had killed my poor Fred. "What do you want? Go away." I sat up slowly on my bed and rubbed my eyes."Joy, I'm sorry, but we have to go," he whispered apologetically, his figure towering over me and his hands awkwardly clutching my blanket. The blanket was covering my pyjama-clad body."What time is it?" I asked groggily and suppressed a yawn."Five thirty, I can go alone if you want. You don't need to come--- ""No," I intervened quickly. "I'll come, but just out of concern. Don't think that I'm not mad about the demise of Fred anymore because I am. It was so wrong of you to kill him and
Logan and I were sitting on the filthy, unmade bed and I squirmed uncomfortably. The woman's apartment gave me an absurd feeling, something I couldn't describe. It was dark with the slightly tattered, but thick curtains were drawn and it seemed like the place had never been bathed in sunlight. The wooden coffee table in the corner was unclean with crumbs of biscuits, milk stains, empty bottles of beer and an ashtray. The floor and the sheets on the bed itself were sticky, and an unpleasant stench engulfed us. I was going to vomit any second from now.The woman emerged out of the tiny bathroom and strode across the room confidently, her semi-nakedness not bothering her one bit. She was still clad in her nightie with her feminine bits showing, but now she had a flimsy shawl draped over her shoulders. She had sprinkled some water on her face, her mascara running down. She grabbed a scruffy towel and nuzzled her face against it, languidly wiping off her smudged makeup.I glanced at Logan
"It's low tide now, but during high tide, you take this boat," grandpa instructed sternly. We were standing right below the lighthouse, salty wind gusting around it. The narrow strip of land which served as a pathway was vividly visible due to low tide and the boat rendered useless. We climbed the half-ruined staircase of the lighthouse among the rubbles of the ground floor.The musty smell inside, the damp walls and the sunlight spilling through every cleft and crevice of the light-lemony lighthouse heightened my yearning for something beautiful, yet unknown. I could vaguely notice a feeling of nostalgia washing over my grandpa's wrinkly face as he guided us. Years ago, this place was full of life- my grandparents' laughter richocheting the walls, their quiet whispers being carried over by the crisp air and their unconditional love being sung by the ocean itself.Logan's eyes were soft as he inhaled deeply, savouring the temperate atmosphere. Both of us glanced at each other calmly,
Three years ago, Logan and my life changed drastically. I was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and his family passed away in a horrifying car accident. He became the only surviving member of his family while I became the dying member. We had been enduring pain since then, fighting battles within ourselves. The conclusion is that we managed to survive for three years. Three entire years.Six days to go and this would all end. Logan would turn eighteen and albeit there would be consequences, at least he wouldn't fall prey to his diabolical uncle. All our plans would come to fruition. Logan and I clawed our way to exist for three years and we had to continue doing it for merely six days. Six more days."See, this is how you solve." My dad showed me the newspaper, snapping me out of my thoughts. We both were sitting on the floor right next to each other. "You jumbled up these numbers.""Oh cool, thanks dad," I mumbled and concentrated on the sudoku puzzle. I never got it right
Four more days to go. Four more days and everything should supposedly be alright. I gazed out of the window solemnly, the light drizzle splattering on the windowpane. Occasionally the harsh sound of the thunder pricked my ears and a shudder ran through my body. It wasn't raining heavily, but the dark clouds and the grey sky were foreboding a storm."JJ, let's go," Shaun called out and I turned around, clasping my tote bag in one hand consisting of food for Logan.Due to the rain, Shaun was dropping me off at the lighthouse in his car because the roads were slippery and my bicycle wouldn't be appropriate. Besides, he was going to hang out with his friends at a nearby pub and the lighthouse was on the way. Shaun was expected to pick me up in two hours since we couldn't risk getting stuck in a summer storm.I was going to smuggle the bag of food outside the house since I didn't want mum to get suspicious. Just as Shaun and I slipped into our boots and prepared ourselves to move out, my m
Third person's POV [Logan]Logan scampered towards the bathroom and his eyes widened at the ghastly sight. Joy was bleeding severely and even coughing up a bit of blood in the sink. She meekly glanced at Logan and held her handkerchief to her nose, trying hard to cover her face. Logan didn't know whether she was pinching her nose to stop the bleeding or trying to cover her face. If it was the latter, it was dumb of her to hide since it was obvious. The handkerchief served no purpose because it was soaked with blood.Joy's knees buckled and her legs seemed to give out. She clinged to the sink, preventing herself from falling. Logan was frozen with shock and as soon as he came back to his senses, he quickly lifted Joy by her arms and placed her on the floor."I-I'm fine," she croaked while trying to dismiss him, but the blood was flowing profusely. It was red everywhere, on her clothes and now on the floor. She was losing a lot of blood and panic swamped Logan as he stupidly rubbed her
I squeezed my eyes open and squinted, the light blinding me. Noticing my discomfort, someone drew the curtains back. I rubbed my eyes and slowly sat up on the bed. Bile rose in my throat and I immediately grabbed the nearby bucket. This was usually how I woke up in hospitals, nothing new. Massaging my head, I looked up at the smiling face of the nurse and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?""One pm," she said glibly. "This is the second day you're here. You remember what happened last evening?"I gave her a perplexed look as she continued smiling dolefully. Realization sank in me and seeing my expression change from confusion to sorrow and shame, she patted my shoulder lovingly. My mouth felt dry and I licked my lips. "My head's still hurting.""Of course it is darling. Tell you what, I'll bring you food and water to eat and drink. Doctor Lee will check up on you later." She strode out of the plain room after I assured her that I would be fine without her presence.The whitewashed blea
I instantly regretted the moment I stepped into the flower shop. Last night itself I was discharged from the hospital and today here I was, trying to go back to normalcy. Mum adviced me not to, but I wanted to do something. I wanted to stop thinking about Logan- I wanted to stop thinking about where he was or what he was doing or how he was feeling. It was selfish of me and I did feel guilty, but the more I thought of Logan, the more my chest tightened.However, the flower shop reminded me of nothing but him. The way he would lumber outside the flower shop, the plastic bag containing his lunch box (Mac and Cheese) dangling on his finger. I would watch him through the glass sheathed walls and grin brightly at him once our eyes locked into each other's. Most days a playful or even an arrogant smile naturally occurred on his lips, small dimples appearing. Other days he would force a lopsided smile just out of politeness or dry mock humour.Each time a distressed customer barged in throug