LOVE ME, KILL ME BABY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I finally back to this gloomy place once more. This greyish stone along with the cloudy sky depicts the feeling inside my heart that I try so hard to hide. The smell of wet soil still lingers in this place, I bet the rain has stopped not long ago before I arrived. Even my shoes look muddy and dirty, I feel ashamed to meet you in this state. I reach the soil to pick up some wild grass that grows over time, I keep doing other unimportant things to delay our conversation, I really need some time to dare myself to talk to you, I sigh, biting my lips then start talking to you.Throughout our conversation, or so, this stupid water keeps dripping on my face and sometimes I wipe it off as if it’s nothing. I shouldn’t have worn this mascara today. I then pat the gravestone like I pat your head back in the day. I told you things, about my life, days without you. I know I talk to nothingness right now. God, you might not even hear me. Even though, I’m kind of glad I agreed to buy that coffee sh

It is time. I finally am going to meet my sister once again. That tragedy made me lived in a mental hospital for a while. No, I don't feel ashamed to admit it. After all, I'm finally out and going to meet my sister now. The first thing I see after I got out, is a flash. I don’t even

My investigation about my sister keeps leading to a dead end. The best lead I got is the CCTV records from the porch that day. A guy with a black cap standing in front of the door. I guess he wants to knock at first to create a distraction but change his mind all of the sudden. God knows how long I've been replaying this scene. By his behavior I know he's agitated, clumsy but not clumsy enough to left some tracks. Police couldn't find any footprints because rain has washed it all away. Police also couldn't find any fingerprints, they conclude that he takes whatever he touches and use his clothes to touch something else like the door handle and some sort because in CCTV footage he didn't wear any gloves. What's weird there is also no trace in Grace's body even though he takes Grace's bracelet.  I don't know why he takes Grace's bracelet, maybe he is a psychopath who takes things from victims and treasures them. I hate to think that some part of Grace is still out there w

"Hey, Carlson. You are Emma Carlson right?" A woman comes towards me. I look at her from head to toe. Her face does look familiar but I can't point my finger. Especially since this is my first day in college. She does look pretty but also can't be tamed. If you have watched the movie about a blonde who wants to be a lawyer, she kinda gets her vibes but with black hair. "Anna, don't you remember me?! I'm Jan!!" She whispered enthusiastically to me. Wait no one should know who I really am. Out of panic I shut her mouth and push her to the wall. "What do you want?!" I said it angrily.  I don't know what she wants. Money? Fame? Can't I just live normal like other people? I didn't notice it before, even though her face kind of looks terrified but her eyes staring straight at mine. "I want nothing, chill out."  She looks calmer and pushes my hand slowly out of her face. She takes a tissue out of her purse and wipes her face

I keep glancing at the door. Hoping he will come at any second. The only thing that keeps me sane is the smell of the coffee that lingers in the air. It is comforting. I sip my latte as I look at my laptop, preparing my presentation to Argo. The hot coffee that caressing the tip of my tongue keeps me awake. I take a glimpse at my watch, it's 4 pm already. Did I fail to convince him? He did seem eager yesterday. I slumped down to the desk. "Hey, I just clean that up!" I heard Emily's voice from behind. I can imagine she yells at me as she resting her head on the handle of a mop. I don't even have to look back. Emily is my senior in college but even though she's a senior, we are the same age. I sometimes asked her about projects that I need to do. She's a pretty nice person despite her harsh words. "Gah. I did own this coffee shop, didn't I?" I sit back and look at the ceiling. "If you own this crap, do something about it. Even graveyard