Catherine’s eyes fluttered open with the buzzing sound of the alarm clock blaring from her nightstand. There were prickles of sweat tracing down her neck, so she used her duvet in order to wipe it off. She also noticed her heart beating rapidly, and about two seconds later there are footsteps heard from the other side of her door; then pounding.
“Catherine! Are you all right?” asked her mother. “I’m going in.” And so, she did.”
She caught a glimpse of her daughter breathing heavily, her eyebrows furrowed and gazing at her familiar surroundings. Anita grew even more concerned by this sight, pulling her daughter into an embrace.
Catherine felt it was a bit of an odd gesture. She isn’t sure when the last time Anita had hugged her, but she is quite sure that it was such a long time ago. But she needed it, so bad. So, she just accepted, enveloping her mother back. She didn’t realize that there were tears streaming down her face until she was already sobbing. Her heart felt as if it was being magnetized by the floor. It was painful, and she wanted it to stop.
She wanted the nightmares to stop. It felt as if she is forever haunted by the grave mistake that she did ten years ago. As much as she wanted to seek help to break off of her unforgiving self, she didn’t want to bother her mother with it. So, she had spent ten years of her life wallowing in self-hatred. She couldn’t stop blaming herself, though her mother had already assured her that all was forgiven. Everybody had exculpated her except for herself.
“I’m...fine,” Catherine said finally. “I’m fine now. I’m all right.”
She finds it quite difficult to be honest with her mother. Anita has been dealing with too much stress for her to add up by sharing her own problems that can potentially be hers, she thought.
“Are you really?”
She sniffled. “Yes. It was just another nightmare.”
“Well, it must have been such a terrifying nightmare.” Catherine pulled away from the hug and nodded at her mom, like a signal that she is perfectly okay.
“It isn’t real,” Catherine replied cynically.
But the whole thing was very real. Ten years ago. Her mind created their own renditions of the incident, turning into a nightmare. Be it in an office, on a street, at a park, on a beach resort, it all fell down the same path: Felipe goes missing, Catherine puts the blame on herself.
“I’ll head downstairs now. You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m all right, mom.”
An hour later, Catherine was already fully dressed for school. She was on her usual white blouse and black slacks and heeled peep toes. Her school might not have an assigned uniform, but they were very strict when it comes to dress codes. Dresses that goes above the knees are forbidden, so were sleeveless tops. So Catherine’s wardrobe followed through the rules—it had to.
“There’s banana bread and avocado slices on the table—” said her mom, but she was immediately interrupted by Catherine, pulling her purse towards her shoulder.
“I am so sorry, mom. I...I don’t feel like eating. But I’ll grab breakfast on campus, I promise,” she advised before rushing out of the door and heading over to the school. Mentally reminding herself of her assignments and her flash drive that contained the papers she needed to submit for that day.
Catherine was in the midst of scanning through Pride & Prejudice when she heard arguments coming from the dance hall she was passing through.
“I don’t understand. You have done it perfectly a while ago, but now it’s like you are half-assing all your movements! Ballet is not about half-assing the moves,” said a very assertive male voice. Catherine thought that the ballerina must be fucking up so bad for a teacher to swear, but what did she knew about the instructor anyway? Maybe he was the type to swear.
“I just need a little bit of rest, then I’ll be good to go again! I have been dancing for two hours with very little breaks! I’m hungry and exhausted!” The ballerina defended herself.
Inside, Catherine felt bad for the ballerina. Dancing for two hours must hurt the tip of her toes and her entire flexible body. She knew what the ballerina was going through, because she had been in her position once upon a time.
Out of curiosity, she took a quick glance off the window at the door, and saw a saddened-looking ballerina in front of the assertive man she slightly recognized because she had encountered him on the halls from time to time. She, then, shook her head and continue walking, reminding herself that eavesdropping is not her thing, so she carried on to her next class. But the look on the ballerina’s face altered her mood a little, because she saw herself in the same situation when she was just a little kid, and that the ballerina might have rang her heart a bit.
Anita was worried about her daughter so she decided to pick her up. She knew that Catherine had been blaming herself for losing her younger brother but it was their fault for not looking after their children during those times. Both of her and her husband were assured that their little angels would be safe since they would be just gone for a minute but little did they knew that in a glimpse one of their children could be missing. Anita stopped the car outside the school gate and she was right on time since she had seen Catherine walked past the gate. Catherine heard a honk and saw her mother’s car which she found sort of unusual because it had been ages since her mother had picked her up but she wouldn’t want to risk commuting either so she went to her mom’s car. “Hi, sweetie.” Her mother greeted her sweetly before starting the engine. The silence between her and her mother felt kind of
Saturday classes are something that Catherine had been dreading. She’d very much rather work on her own and spend the entire day in the library for the Related Literature part of her thesis, or patching up news articles of missing children—something she had been doing for so long, and ate up her summers for the past nine years—in order to see if there are similarities between the missing kids and Felipe’s. She made it a point to finish all her works in order to play detectives always. She refused to let this case rest. It doesn’t matter whether Felipe’s dead or alive at this point—though she prays to God that he is well—all she needs is his presence. Her beating heart resented to stop aching for ten years now until Felipe’s found, and she fears the most that her soul might stay bothered for the rest of her life. She could do all of those&m
Catherine couldn’t comprehend what her mother was saying as her eyes and her mind was still fixated on the ballerina. She even thought that how could that professor criticize her. “It’s an emergency!” Catherine gained consciousness when her mother’s voice had gotten louder. Her mother sounded like she was in trouble so Catherine told her mother that she’ll be there immediately. She wanted to watch more, however, her mother needs her right now at her ballet class. She saw that there was ambulance outside her mom’s ballet school when she arrived so she hurriedly went inside and saw Courtney. the leading ballerina, got injured. Catherine went to her worried mother and asked, “Wha
Ever since she found her heart captivated by this unnamed ballerina, Catherine had been finding time in order to catch a peek of the dance hall where this ballerina mostly practiced, at the same time hoping to know her name too. Catherine imagined scenarios of chance encounters with this girl and formally introducing herself, but she thought that these imaginations are too good to be true. She thought that she’s too shy to even introduce herself, and the chance encounters she imagined are far from possible from happening. As mentioned, eavesdropping wasn’t really her thing, until the moment she saw this girl perform. She had to learn more about her, though the only thing she gets was a heavy heart whenever the same instructor who criticize her movements. She cannot remember a time where this man complimented her. It’s always harsh inputs and Catherine could have sworn that one time, she saw tears trickling down her rosy
Catherine and Lyra arrived at her mom’s ballet school only to find that the audition had finished. “That’s a wrap, everybody.” Her mother said and her students clapped. Catherine saw Lyra a bit disappointed and she knew that Lyra wanted the role, too. She even thinks that Lyra knew about this Ballet Concert but because of the negative criticism she gets from her professor she may have decided not to audition. “My mother did not inform me about ending the audition this early so we have a good reason for you to have the late audition.” Anita saw her daughter talking to a young lady she had never seen before so she approached them. “Mom, this is Lyra Gomez and she’s here to audition.” Catherine knew that her mother is strict about punctuality and she was ready to have her mother’s scolding but she’s eager to let Lyra have the leading role. “If there is anything that I wouldn’t let it pass
Catherine was running late for her class when she passes by the dance hall and hearing the unnamed professor say something about the auditions. There, Catherine already knew that it was Lyra who’d been receiving this unnecessary lecture, so she gathered all her guts, took a deep breath and pushed the door open, entering the dance hall. Everyone in the class looked at her with their eyes widened, including Brittany, who was looking at Catherine with flirting eyes, Lyra, whose eyebrows were furrowed and nearly in tears, and the instructor with a confused expression plastered on his face. “Pardon me, but I can’t help but overhear about Lyra’s audition in my mom’s production.” “Catherine Hernandez! Daughter of that amazing Anita Hernandez. What about the audition?” “I don’t mean to interrupt
Catherine had always been looking forward to her free day as she either get to do her thesis or play detective and sometimes both but today she decided to find her brother Felipe as she have found a person to help her — big time. She went to Tacky’s apartment holding a brief case containing all the data that could help her find her brother Felipe. They went to the same room or which Catherine would love to call the “FBI” room as there was so much technology in there. Tacky is a computer engineer and a mystery nerd that she had met during a project in a general subject. “Here are all the files.” Catherine handed the documents to Tacky immediately and she observed Tacky checking each document.&nb
School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?” “I have, and God, do I hope that this solves our case once and for all.” Tacky held the door open and Catherine stepped in. She, once again, observed her surroundings and admired how nerdy Tacky is with his outrageous amount of devices around, most of which she doesn’t know the name