BLACK AND WHITE

-EMILY- The screeching sound of the newspaper vendor’s old bicyclemade me curl up from the bed, walking out with my pajamas to meet him. My father had made it an obligation for me to pick up thenewspaper from the vendor. Though he could read the papers through hiselectronic mail or on several magazines websites, he still concluded on it. Ihad seen this as a waste of silver pennies, which could accumulate intosomething better over the years, but his response each time made me wonder iftruly it was worth it. “Good morning, Mr. Hazel.” I said as I walked out of thehouse. “Good morning, Emily,” he chuckled. I could see hiscurled-up mustache taking several shapes as he sang his morning devotions. Ialways thought of him as a blissful Christian under Father Timothy’s sacrilege,but then he never showed up to the church, let alone passed before it. “Today’s Newspapers.” He opened the black bag behind him, aleather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it. Coun

-EMILY- The sound of the beeping monitor next to me got my eyesrolling, the blurry image of the ceiling looking down on me. I took a sittingposition, resting my back on the soft pillow behind me. The scent ofantiseptics and the cream-colored walls gave a pretty first impression of whereI was. A lady In a white uniform walked in. She didn’t speak, nordid she let out a smile when she saw me. I couldn’t remember how I got here orwhy I was here, but I was sure she knew the answers. “Miss…” I paused as she tilted her head. A deadly glarecould be seen on her face as she observed every inch of my body down to mylimbs. “What are you?” She asked, clenching her fist as she triednot to grab my clothing. I didn’t speak; there was no reasonable response toher question. She flushed, grabbing a pack of syringes from the drawernext to me. She hesitated, staring at a bottle of medicine that I believedpossessed a great threat to my system. A smile danced on her lips as theinjection pi

-EMILY- I sat by the side of the hospital bed; the sight of my mother breathing through oxygen tubes made my heart sink. She had survived the horrible scene along with my father, but her body couldn't take in the advent repulse of energy. "Are you ready to talk?" His deep voice rang in my ears as I rose from the stainless steel chair. I had been sitting there for days, no food and no sleep, but I felt nothing but an awestruck feeling, which made me gloomy. "I have just twenty minutes; make it worth my while." His lips curled into a smile, his eyes hidden behind the shadows of the cloak. "Thanks for saving us back there and also helping my mom get out of the hospital. The doctors said she would have died if not for your urgent response." I went on my knees, tears in my eyes. "Is that all?" His voice resonated in the room.I said nothing, staring at his lips, which were barely covered by the wraps of dreads swaying down from his head. His sinister aura still weighed me down, my who

-EMILY- Three days had passed since I had let out the Sealed up Vampire King. Dad had refused to speak with me, the nurse had died jumping down the stairs and I could see the guilt he had built up within himself. To top it all off I had been seeing things at night. Momo had been appearing a lot in the mirror and it had become quite scary. I couldn't check out the mirror nor could I use my phone without seeing his face, his soft voice reaching out to me about the one thing I wished had never happened. Sightings of the so-called monsters had come to an end and school had resumed for the session. I had spoken with Dad about it but his silence still stood."I am heading to school, I'll be back later." I let out, lifting my bag from the table beside me. He tilted his head back, a lifeless sigh leaving his mouth. His facial expression spelt concern, despair and anxiety. What was really going on within him?"Why did you save that boy Emily?" His deep voice stopped me in my tracks.I stoo