After I told the story to Sir Hart, I fell silent. My body is shaking so much, and my heart is aching in guilt. That was not the last time my parents ordered me to kill their business rivals. Mr. Mondragon’s daughter was not the only one I killed from then until now, because they were many.                 “So, your real target was Mr. Mondragon. But instead of killing him, you killed his daughter. Mr. Mondragon was really furious that night. He was my client. He hired me because he was receiving death threats from unknown sender. Are you also the one who did that?” he asked me in the midst of my silence.                 I just nodded my head as a reply because I was not in the mood to talk. I feel weak after telling him that long

My temple is throbbing in pain because of what is happening in front of me. I feel like I am in an event, where I am not one of the characters. In this setting, I am just a witness. In the back of my mind, there is a voice that wants to argue with my previous statement. Am I really just a witness or am I just forcing myself to believe that? I am not that dumb. This lady with my face, I know that I am her. Moreover, this teacher that she addressed as Sir Fortez, his presence beside me is familiar. Even though his face is blurry in my sight, I can tell who he is. However, I do not remember this incident in my life. Is this part of my forgotten memories? Are my memories starting to come back? Professor Fortez said that we knew each other in the past. Is this how we were acquainted? He was also my teacher back then, huh. The young lady slowly went in front to do what she was told. She gently bring the chalk on the board to write the answer. I was staring at the scene whe

It has been a week since I have been confined here in one of the private rooms of the hospital. It has been two days since I gained consciousness. The bruises on my face has been healed, the only left were the lightening scars. My body is slowly recovering but I still can’t move freely. I have been needing somebody’s help to transfer from one place to another, like going to the bathroom. A female nurse is also assisting me. According to her, she was hired by Sir Hart to look after me, especially when he is not around. I am very thankful for his thoughtfulness. Until now, my killers are still unidentified and they are not making any move again. But even so, I could not feel the slightest fear in me. I know that I won’t be harmed as long as Sir Hart is around. In a short time of our acquaintance, I quickly became comfortable with him. When I know he is around I am reassured because I know he won’t let anything bad happen. Professor Fortez is always with me too. He goes

  “Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect. “Your final exam is nearing. You should be reviewing a lot or else you’ll fail.” he seriously stated. Oh God! Having a personal tutor like him is a nightmare. Studying with him is so terrible! He wouldn’t let me have long breaks. He only allowed me to have short breaks such as water break, and every time I feel the need to use the bathroom. Every lesson is so stressing. I think I am going to die! Huhuhu… ‘Can’t he go easy on me? I am still confined in the hospital, a patient. He is so mean!’ I thought as I pouted my lips while looking at him from the side. “Don’t pout your lips, honey. I’ll bite that for you.” he spat the words ent