"Lissa, do you-"
"No."With one word replied, Lissa walked off from kaylene who was watering the plants at the front, kaylene nodded understanding.….Another day, kaylene walked in with some food she made from home, she really excited, wishing to have a lunch with Lissa, and let her taste her home cooked meal, she may not used cooking delicious food, but it was fine rather than nothing at all. She walked towards the counter."Lissa, I made some meals, should we have a lunch together?."Lissa only give her a glance before shoved everything to the ground. Kaylene's smile faltered for a second."Clean it up."Lissa emotionlessly uttered as she walked out the shop. It was lunchtime, but now she have to tight her stomach and wait for dinner. She didn't have breakfast since she was too busy making those lunch meals and now it's gone. She nodded.…."Lissa, there's a small carnival at the capital, onKael povIn this whole month, I was trying so hard to keep the girl alive. For a 10 years or more, I have lost count the years I have living, own several town near the mountain she was kept in, waiting until she realises of the world she live in. I can't keep bargaining with the devil anymore, this is where our deal met it's end, which mean, I only have some more years to live in, until the devil gets what he want. I keep the lands in peace or at least, those who survived will keep surviving. No funny business that could destroy the lands even more allowed. However, we have noticed some bizzare actions those people do. I keep the lands out of reach from whatever creatures out there, from their previous generation and until the next and the next, however those people wake up in a peace land, far from the lurking danger just outside the lands' line, and they made stupid things to fulfill their twisted wish. For now, we were investigating on how many houses has do ma
It's three a.m. when the whisper gets louder, it's eating all the senses in her head. Four soft red walls intensely stared her back, Murals of a fantasy world lay lifelessly on the wall. The door which she was always wary of, leading to her wardrobe room much bigger than a normal house living room, became a place for numerous clothes, different types of them. Yet, all the fancy feed her fear like throwing a dead tree to the angry fire. The fluorescent sticker on the ceiling wasn't supposed to live and laugh but every night she saw them dancing and mocking her, crying at the corner seeming to be angry about something. The folding door to the bathroom seems to be the scariest of all, there's always something behind it. They scream, begging, and wailing for something she doesn't understand. She was nine after all.She was nine, and on the night of her birthday, she was supposed to get excited about the arrangements her parents has done, but nothing could make her heart flutter from the
1996Kaylene povThe snow icicles swirl in the air, so light, so free, and they end up anywhere they wish they want to lay down. Within a night, the forest was covered with a thick white blanket, making the air colder and vicious. The world has turned white, equality, they said, no matter how big your house, how far your house is, your house will be covered by them.White fairies.That is what was told when she was young, those white icicles were a fairy's shedding wings, they flipped up there in the sky, and flipped their wings so they get new ones, every day until they were satisfied with the new wings they get. If theirs was pink and transparent, or black night color, the shedding wings will always be white and cold.Being up here, on one deserted mountain was hard already, it's winter longer than the ground people usually stay. Up here wasn't always warm, no matter what season, they always get colder air. How's life down there? In those talking boxes they called television, they
The wooden stairs spiraled their way to the bottom floor, and her neck twisted to see the next floor, her feet make moved slowly, making no noise, her eyes wandering around as she breathe out slowly as if all the walls gonna wake up if she did so loud. Her hands gripped tightly on the handrail, so tight that all she heard was her whisper in her head.As her feet touched the last piece of stairs, she took a last look around. Even the slightest shadows could shake up her fear, gripping her heart so tight. She took a few steps, testing the floor if it will make noise, if she will be the noise. The shadows became bigger as she approached the couch, passing by the dining table, the vase on it seems too tall for her good, and the candles seems to be mocking her by making those shadows.The closer she was to the arch, the more her heart shake like a dead leaf. The curtain adorned the arch with a fake diamond connected to the seams threatened safety. She dropped down to the floor, crawling li
The memories are still fresh in her head, repeating like a broken loop. She had to think again and again if those were a nightmare or not, but the bleeding said no, the freezing water last night said no, and all the cream and wet dress indicated that she was right. Knowing something that never happens before did happen made her bone-chilling like a soft jolt at first until it make her know it was there, she felt it like an electrocuted on her back. She was scared. Too scared. She convinced herself that it was alright, nothing would happen twice as she went to shower and change her clothes. She checked the stitching on her head before she decided to put on some bandage later. She walked out of her room, still having a little shaking as her fingers played with her dress. She steps one by one of the stairs as she was hoping nothing would happen today with every step she took.Reaching the floor, she heard the faint sound from the television in the living room, she looked around in the
Times were mercilessly passing so fast, she conceded it was dark out there when she was cramming some more, drinks mainly. She tightened the duvet to the broom, heading to the window, as both ends of the broom held itself from the window pane. Since the broom is longer than the window pane size, it can't slides through, so, she obviously used this advantage to slide down. As she fastened the duvet to the broom and the other end bound to her backpack, she lowered the bag as quietly as she could from the second floor.The moment her bag touch the ground, she heard the loudest pounding on her door, with some menacingly growling and something cracking, making her heart drop. She quickly climbs the other side of the window, ready to slide down.She heard one last time something exploded, there was where she saw, her locked door fell to the ground motionlessly. At first, she thought, something her head made up since she frequently has nightmares and it makes her hardly get an ounce of sleep
"Please!..."She was half groaning, half pleading, as she extend her hands to the fences, reaching for what, she doesn't know, at least the steel fences. Or any miracle forces. Her tears flowed again and again, unstoppable. She was scared, this was just how her nightmares were, every single night. There's no escape but she yearns for one. A strong grip on her shoulder makes her whole body flinch so hard, and another grip on her backpack already playing with her courage. Her eyes widened, realizing she wasn't going to be safe, no matter what this was. Nightmares or reality."Please wake up Elene! I don't want to be here!. Mom!. Dad!. Help me!."She screams, begging for someone, a real person, her mom, her dad, not a bleeding corpse. Have you heard the old tales, Three family in a harmonious house, They laugh, they cry in the cursed house, High on the sinful cliffs, Above the blood-painting cloud, Pleasing the thought of another chance to run. My child, Come with me, Let's slee
•••THE LIVING RAT•••The outside world was not as much as she expected. The television usually shows mostly streets with men wearing black suits, and black briefcases in their hands. With no expression the less she can see. The woman with a top round hat with pretty lace and some feather, with various colors of tops and skirts she could say seemingly they are comfortable wearing those. Some of them have fur around their neck, scarves.Where was she all this time? Why that television doesn't show this type of lifestyle? They mostly some education from heavy mustache men or places without any contexts other than music and nature sounds. Yeah, she sees people, but not this type of people. Yeah, she saw nature but not this less type of nature. People eyeing her as if she was something odd when it's actually them in her eyes that odd. She would say mostly wears some type of uncomfortable clothes, with spike-type hair, with charcoal under their eyes, and on their lips. While the others hav