A group of junior high school girls was startled by the sharp and rapid skittering sound of a pink cellphone hitting the gravel by their feet. A panicked shriek goes up among them as they look above for the sources of the falling projectiles. "Someone is attempting to jump off the building!!!" One of them raised their voice. "Call the teacher!! She's going to die by falling!" In an instant, the entire scenario devolved into turmoil. "What kind of show is this, isn't that Naomi?" Sunni asked, a popsicle in her other hand. She immediately recognizes her ultimate rival. "Probably, the girl who tried to stop her looks like Lana," Mae the one with pixie hair replied. "Huh, what a noisy day, thanks to them," Debbie added, twirling her hair into ringlets. The corner of Sunni's lips curled into a scornful smirk, "Let's see if she dares to jump." "Fantastic, I never see something like this go live before my eyes." Debbie agreed with Sunni's point. The trio then moved to a better vantag
I genuinely miss him. One of my best childhood recollections, which I cherished despite growing up in a family where I didn't belong in, was Samuel Jin. Mom was emotionally spent on my younger brother's numerous long hours of treatment and preoccupied with his aggressive behavior. Sam stood in for the unrequited love. But it was the one that I never thought I'd lose in a heartbeat. While Samuel and I were returning from the study facility, two men in black masks who were thought to be part of a kidnapping ring attacked us. In exchange for Samuel's life, I had deceived the Grim Reaper in that very encounter. In light of the incident, my family made the decision to relocate to the City of Granata, a place rich in distinctive and ancient myths that endure for as long as the city does. Even Naomi, my best friend and someone who I think of more as a sister, I had to say goodbye to without a word. I disappeared overnight. Mom claims that the tabloid makes it impossible for us to live
I swear I noticed a moment of hesitancy in his eyes. But he expressed his desire for it with yet another kind gesture. "Is something wrong, Lana? Hmm?""Jason, how did he die?" I persisted in getting a response.He sighed and said, "Lana." exhaling deeply. He puts his hands on my shoulders and makes sure I look into his eyes. "Lana, pay attention to me. When will you finally let him go—fifteen years was a very long time—?"At his statement, I quickly regretted being petty on an unidentified flash of memory, I'm probably still sick from the encounter last night. I start questioning my mental health state at this moment, what's wrong with me anyway...?Running away from his gaze, I sighed in despair. "I probably..."Buzzzzz... buzz...The vibrating of my smartphone tore off our conversation, at least saving me from this awkward moment. I immediately reached for my phone. I recognized the number right away without even waiting for the caller ID to show on the display, and I quickly ans
There is suffocation detected from the examination of her protruded tongue. Jane Doe had been strangled to die before falling from the 5th floor. In the mind of the killer, they make sure the victim stays dead. To keep them silent forever. The killer is fearless, and the death is intended. And they don't intend to hide their deed. A total monster. Certainly, Jane Doe's case swayed my ability to run my work in a split second in an unlikely event. It could be that I pity her. A bright girl is now lifeless. The more I think about it, I'm grateful that in the utmost terrible fate of my encounter with a murder case that could destroy my future 15 years ago, I'm lucky. I got away. I'm unsure why I was destined to be involved in such bad omen events. When I was in college, I was once again bound to a psychopath boyfriend that left me in tremble in certain occurrences, which startled me once in a while. Yet, I'm still here. I have had terrible side effects from the beginning of Jane
When I looked in the mirror, I saw a face plagued by forgotten tragedies, a face that held answers to questions I didn't know how to ask.The remnants of that dreadful day were like shards of a shattered mirror, each shard revealing a piece of the truth I couldn't fathom.It seemed as if the fabric of reality itself had ripped, leaving me alone in a world of half-truths and shadows.Naomi Jang's face appeared out of nowhere in my thoughts, a specter of sadness and loss. I knew she was significant, like a missing puzzle piece, but her importance remained tantalizingly out of grasp. I should have found Naomi; perhaps she had the answer to the missing gap in my mind.Samuel's death hovered over him as well. His absence rang in my heart, and suddenly, amid this darkness, I felt a connection I couldn't deny.Above me the fluorescent lights in the mortuary hummed, throwing an unsettling glare over Jane Doe's body. Her pale skin seemed to be hiding something, her dead eyes communicating secr
Jason was abruptly startled out of the monotony of his drive as a loud, piercing shriek burst over the medical centre grounds. Lana was waiting for him to pick her up from work, and he was standing only a half mile away.He hadn't heard that voice in fifteen years, yet it was forever seared in his bones and memory. He resolved to protect Lana from similar horrors in the future.Still, destiny had its ruthless way of working. Before his very eyes, a man hurled Lana into the rear seat of his vehicle, plunging Jason into a sudden, terrifying reality.It was an apparent attempt at abduction right outside the hospital's forensic department compound!Reflexes on high alert, Jason accelerated his sedan, obstructing the culprit's frantic escape.The sound of twisted steel and grinding gears filled the air as the man slammed his vehicle into the rear side of Jason's sedan. The impact rippled around the property, breaking the tense air.There was a loud crunch as the metal gave way and bent from
"Lana,.."I'm unsure how long I have been lost in that swirling darkness, but eventually, a glimmer of light began to pierce the fog. Faint echoes of distant noises could be heard, like muffled voices underwater. I began to piece together the missing fragment of consciousness."Come on, Lana, wake up." a voice I knew well broke through the chaos in my mind.Struggling against the heaviness, I pry my eyes open. It felt like an eternity before my surroundings came into focus. I was lying on the warm rooftop floor of my high school back in my hometown.The waning sun hung low in the sky, casting its golden rays across the rooftop. These radiant beams played a silent dance and flickered like ethereal flames upon my face. The warmth caressed my skin, starkly contrasting the cold, hard concrete surface beneath me. I remember this scenery, but something was missing from here...A shadow loomed over me, and I strained my gaze to get a clearer view of the figure. The features of the face b
Raindrops against the window create a soothing chorus in the classroom. Everyone had left from the extra hours of revision class that had just ended, leaving me alone in my seat. I was lying face down on the hard surface of my desk, my bag slung over my shoulder, ready to go home, but I decided to stay a little longer. Dribble, dribble, dribble... This is much more relaxing than being at home at this time. Mom will be busy preparing dinner, and Hansel, my younger brother, will most likely be playing with his favourite Legos. And Dad will be there in an hour. When Dad is home, Hansel is less likely to attack or annoy me. Hansel was diagnosed with a rare intermittent explosive disorder, which required him to attend a special school and undergo extensive therapy. Playing with blocks and drawing are usually the best ways to lift his spirits, but his episodes tend to occur when I'm at home. He couldn't be around me doing my own thing without having outbursts of rage like him. He refus