MasukMy mind was a mess. My thoughts were scattered. I couldn't stop thinking about the woman I saw in the lake. Who was she? Why did the lake show me her image?The thoughts had been haunting me, no matter how much I tried to get rid of them. I knew one thing, all my questions would be answered at one place only. But how could I go there?Would it be wrong? The questions were testing my patience and sanity. I stood in front of my window, staring at the forest in front of me. For some reason, a part of me wanted to run into the forest and search for my answers but another part of me knew, my answers were somehwere else. "Fuck this," I yelled the words loudly, before storming out of my bedroom. I took the car keys, I didn't like to drive but my focus was on something else. The sky remained clear blue over my head, there were no clouds, unlike the situation inside my head. Kai had been checking up on me constantly, but how could I share all of my issues with him when he didn't know
My world had flipped upside down after learning the truth. Of course, I was grateful to be a part of this family. But a small part of me wanted to know more about my other parents. What happened to them? How did they die? How did I survive the fire? But no matter how much I wanted to know the truth, I had no way of knowing about it. I asked my mother in the morning about the place where she found me or where my parents died, but she said it would be best if I stopped running behind the answers that would just make me more curious...and eventually hurt me.Because, according to her, no matter what, I found the answer would not be in my favour. Running behind shadows could only lead to a path of darkness. But it was a missing part of my life. And, when I asked her if anyone else had survived the fire, her response was even more brutal. The fire wiped out the entire neighborhood. There were no survivors.... except for me.A heaviness settled in my heart. My phone started ringing
Kai went home without uttering a word about what he had witnessed. For someone who just survived getting murdered, he was behaving pretty chill. I was done being in the dark, if I wanted answers, I had to start finding them on my own. I was on the call with Kai. Strangely, he was the one reassuring me and saying it would be fine and we could talk about everything later.But it was my Kai, unpredictable. Once I was sure he was fine, I had another thing to take care of.And I knew from where I should start. "Mom," I called her. She put the tea cup on the table and looked at me through her reading glasses, "Yes, dear."Mom would always sit near the window after dinner and enjoy a cup of her favourite tea while reading a book.I hesitated. "Are you alright?" she asked when I didn't respond. "Can I talk to you?" "Of course, come sit with me," she closed the book that was in her hands and removed her glasses. I sat down next to her. I was not the only one who had been acting weird
"Are we going to talk about what happened?"It was the first sentence he had said that was directed towards me. Ever since we came back from college, he had been walking inside the room continuously while blabbering words that no human could understand. But what was I supposed to tell him? There were no words that could comfort the storm brewing inside his head. "I think it's best if you just forget about it," I tried, even though I knew those were the worst possible words I could have said. Kai stopped walking and turned to face me.There was no humour on his face. He looked like a lost puppy, and I knew how he felt because I had been feeling the same lately. We came to my house after returning from the campus, my parents were in a meeting with Kai's parents and a few others from the neighborhood. "This is not a horror movie, I can't just forget about it," he argued. "Would you at least stop walking, you are making me dizzy," I asked as he started walking again. "Pardon me
My mind was a mess. I felt like I didn't know anything. I couldn't trust my shadow. The burning sensation in my mark was back as well. From the past, I knew it was not a good sign. I held the mark tightly with my other hand and closed my eyes. I was sitting alone in the library. The 2 other people who were studying earlier left almost 30 minutes ago. There was silence, a deafening silence. I focused on the sound of the large, ancient-looking clock hanging on the wall. Then, the ticking of the clock started getting quieter. I didn't pay much attention to it and kept my eyes closed. Soon, the whispers returned. Just like before, it started with many voices until only her voice was left among them. "Find the truth."The red-eyed girl was staring at me. She was carrying the same distressed emotions. She opened her mouth to say something else, but I opened my eyes. I looked around, and I was still alone, but 15 minutes had passed. I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the li
Ever since Kai made the recent discovery, I couldn't help but be more paranoid. And to make it worse, I was not able to find any new spot to start training again. "What's going on with you?""What?" I asked Kai. We were walking towards his car after having coffee in the evening."You've been staring at your phone for the last 5 minutes.""I was...texting," I lied. "Technology is not that advanced yet," he raised his brow, and stopped almost 2 steps away from the car.I stopped as well and looked at the black screen of my phone. I opened my mouth to say something, but froze when I felt something different around me. "Celeste," a cold voice called my name. I gasped, and a similar reaction came from Kai. Seraphine was standing behind Kai. He turned around, holding his heart. "Where did you come from?" he asked.Seraphine looked at me with the same bored expression she always carried, "I want to talk.""You know her?" Kai questioned again. I didn't respond immediately."I don't k
Something had changed.Not around me, inside me.“You were never meant to be here.” The words kept haunting me all night.Everything was the same, and yet nothing felt the same.The mark was no longer burning, it had gone silent. It was as though nothing was on my wrist.But I could not say the sam
It was 7:45."You are late."I knew it was coming."My classes will start late today," I replied, avoiding eye contact.Mom could read the lies hiding behind the words effortlessly."We all have to follow a routine," Mom folded her arms. It was a warning and I knew better than to argue with her.I
What was that?The red eyes were still haunting my memory and to make everything worse, the mark on my wrist was burning from the inside like something was trying to crawl from inside my skin. I kept hiding the mark under my fingers, the skin was burning but I kept my focus on the street lights tha
Cinnamon and control, these were the scents that danced elegantly in every corner of my home.The cold spoon between my fingers mimicked the temperature of the oatmeal in front of me. Stirring the spoon back and forth in the mushy contents of the bowl, I sat up straight to correct my posture as the







