It was Thursday, October 22nd, exactly one week since Elena completed the 3D sketch of her beautiful stranger. She had gone to bed for the past seven days hoping to see him in her dreams. She had even willed him to come to her, all to no avail. This made her sad and sometimes tearful. The urge to see him again was so strong that her body almost ached from it. She had hoped that having him sprawled on her sketchbook right there in her bedroom would help but it did not. She still could not figure out who he was and if she had met him before in her lifetime. Elena had even tried to run her sketch online via an image search to see if she could find him that way but it had turned out unsuccessful. She finally concluded that she needed a name for him, something she could call him, hoping the act would give her some attachment to him and so she came up with one; Liam.
Liam was the beautiful stranger from Elena’s dream. She spoke his name at will, she started having imaginary conver
The realization that Cameroon had died seven years ago, dealt Elena a heavy blow. She was distraught and sick. She had consistently had a fever and a headache three nights in a row. Her throat was sore from all the crying and her heart was broken to the extent that she could almost see the pieces. Elena could not understand it. She had not met Cameroon except for the times in her dreams so why did it hurt so much? Cameroon was her soul mate; she was sure of that. She had never felt such a connection before, such a dependence like her heart was a little piece of his own like she was his missing rib. She could not understand why she was dreaming of him if he was already dead. If they did not have a destiny? If she would never see him in person! The questions kept pouring into her head. She had spent the whole week and more, in bed, researching and crying about everything she found. Cheryl was away at her boyfriend’s place and Elena could not be happier about it, she ne
While on the plane to Los Angeles, Elena thought about her plan to take revenge on Edward. Truth is, she did not have a well-constructed plan on how she would go about it. She had not thought it through, it had all been so sudden but there was no way she would have ignored her sister’s pain, knowing there was a chance that she could do something about it. But as the plane took off the ground, she began to doubt herself, all through the ride from Mississauga Ontario, to Toronto where she boarded the flight to LA, she had tried to turn her focus away from her sister’s pain, she
Cassandra was working late at her clothing factory. She had gotten a contract to create outfits for a top musician’s tour and she was running behind schedule. She was working long hours with her team to meet up with the orders. On that particular night, she was worried. It was almost 2.00 am, three hours since she had called her sister, Alexis, and had not heard back from her. It was very unusual of her; their mother had also mentioned how Alexis had left Canada after Elena had an episode. That was also very odd to Cassandra. She thought about calling Alexis again, but momentarily decided against it, she did not want to wake her from sleep; she knew how much Alexis treasured her nighttime, and coupled with the trip back, Alexis must have been exhausted. After thirty minutes of debating to call or not, She yielded to the temptation and made the call from her office. Alexis’s cell rang several times without a response. Cassandra ran her hand across her face and let
Back at Alexis’ apartment, the two sisters poured the contents of the bag on the carpet and sat down to go through them. They found out that there were in fact, three tapes with Alexis written on them and not two. Elena set them aside and immediately pulled out a DVD player so she could at least glance at them, she wanted to be sure they contained what she knew they did before she destroyed them. She had the intention of going through every one of them, to be sure. As she pulled out the DVD, Cassandra stopped her “Alexis, are you sure you want to see that?” she was concerned for her sister, seeing those tapes could set her off, there were many emotional traumas that watching them could set off and Cassandra did not want that to happen. She did not think Alexis was strong enough to confront them, she did not think anyone was strong enough. But what Cassandra did not know was that Elena, resided in Alexis’ body at that moment and Elena was set on getting revenge for he
Alexis woke up to the news about Edward’s arrest. The news said someone had left an anonymous tip that uncovered a series of sexual molestation on the part of the model scout. Some of the victims had in the last twenty-four hours, been contacted and they were ready to file official reports and press charges. All news stations carried the same news. Alexis was confused and dizzy! She walked to her bedroom where she saw three tapes on her bedside table, her name was written on them, she could not remember how they got there; she decided to attend to that later. She looked over her window, toward the street and saw what she suspected would be there, a line of paparazzi’s and reporters, waiting for her to descend, to ask her a series of questions about her manager’s arrest. She put her hand to her head, she felt dizzy, as if she had lost time. She picked up her phone to check the time, then her eyes ran to the date, it was Saturday, November 5th; a cold chill ran dow
Three days after Elena woke up, she got discharged from the hospital and Caroline took her home, not to Elena’s apartment, but to her own house. She wanted to help care for her daughter closely.
Elena had been at her mother’s place for the rest of the week, Caroline had taken absolute care of her the whole time, to the extent that Elena started to feel so much love and appreciation like she had never felt for her mother before. She began to see the difficult sacrifices Caroline had made for her consistently. Elena had even started work but remotely, she was getting her job done from the comfort of her mother’s home; but the day had finally come for her to go back to her flat and her friend was coming to get her. Elena did not have much to pack, she had just a few clothes which she threw into a shoulder bag. She threw a quick look at her wristwatch and realized that it was almost noon. “Cheryl should be here soon,” she said to no one in particular as she exited the bedroom to join her mum in the living room downstairs. Caroline stood up as Elena came down the stairs, she gave her daughter a thorough look as Elena approached, Elena had lost
The friends stayed quiet for the rest of the trip. The restaurant was forgotten. Cheryl drove them back to their apartment. She couldn’t deal with what she witnessed. It didn’t seem normal to her. A part of her was dead scared.Elena was quiet too. she was lost in her thoughts of Cameroon. Now she could replay the alternate-life experience she had. She was happy. Happier than she had ever been. She was now aware of the sense of fulfillment she felt while with Cameroon.Back in the apartment, Cheryl went straight to the shower. She washed her hair and body vigorously as if the water could wash away the experience.Cheryl walked back to the kitchen, still in her bathrobe, and found Elena sitting by the kitchen table.“Are we gonna talk about this or not?” Cheryl broke the silence.“what do you want me to say, Cher. This feels like my destiny. My own calling.” Elena didn’t look up from the glass of water she held in her hands.“I don’t get it. An old sneaky lady says