Bits of muffled incoherent conversation reach my ears giving me a start, however my eyelids feels very heavy.
What is going on?
The faraway voices gradually come closer until finally their words register on my brain. With sheer will power, a wisp of white entered my vision scaring the darkness into oblivion.
“She’s responding.”
I squinted my eyes and come across a pair of hazy eyes.
Before me stood three people with masks plastered on their faces. They are clad similarly in white.
“Subject 08293F is fighting surprisingly strong against Bliss. Take her out.”
Bliss? Is it not that-?
The bad premonition inside my mind gradually solidified in mortification.
Chasing those dangerous thoughts away, I observed my situation with caution despite my befud
Heavy cluster of clouds veiled the blue horizon into a vast ash-filled sea. The dark gloomy sky filled with promise for an afternoon shower. With a flash followed by a thunderous roar, a grain sized water falls into a leaf before sliding towards the hard solid ground. The light shower soon turned into a downpour, washing the filth-filled world anew. Glimpse of lightning peak through the clouds, as the cleansing underneath the sky finally began. Days and nights passed with Martin’s soul in a tenterhook. Countless sleepless nights finally came into fruition when a valuable intelligence reach their grasp. After about five days of an endless search, the wrath of justice finally descended. Helga together with a group of people were saved from the clutches of evils. The investigation came shortly and after gathering the evidences various individuals came into the light bringi
"I'm sick with you, Helga. I want divorce! Divorce! Can you not understand that? Let us just stop this.” The man paused, containing the bubbling anger down his chest, but he failed, “Let us be done with this misery, because I'm done with you and I cannot take this anymore!" Tears streams freely down my lashes. His stabbing words hurts my heart over and over again, like a never ending knives aimed directly at my soul. Piercing it like a maniac administering a glorious torture, it hurts. How many times did I heard him say this? Two? Four? Five? I lost count. Am I disappointed? It was not a new scene, after spending a year with him; disappointment was never a foreign feeling. I know what he wants, and I perfectly understand what he meant. Yet, my stubborn heart refuse to comply and will rather seek the comfort of blind oblivion, than abiding by the rule of common sense. Every time he brought this up, I can never force myself to agree. It was in vain, for my chest would feel stuffy an
"You're awake? How can you sleep all night on the cold floor? What, don't tell you want to experience lying like a pig?!" My bloodshot eyes met with a woman's pair of worried orbs. The confusion and mist that shrouded my brain was swept away. Through my stinging eyes, splitting headache and numb body, for the first time in a while, my heart jolted. Scenes from last night played before my eyes. Propping myself up from the floor, I whispered, “Patricia…” I do not know why both corner of my eyes suddenly became hot. Seeing her familiar face. Her familiar warmth. The warmth I crave for a long time. A sob escaped my lips. "Patricia, he wanted to divorce me. What should I do? I don’t know what to do anymore, nothing seems to work. Help me, please? I cannot afford to lose Martin. I can't live without him!" Maybe because it is her, Patricia. In her presence I found an ally in h
Gritting my teeth as I forced the pain shooting from the sole of my foot at the back of my head, I turned my back and speeded towards the door. I do not want to hear what Patricia wanted to say, I don’t have the courage to face the worry flickering inside her eyes. From this instance, I knew how much of a coward I am. Chasing the thought away, my mind wanders towards a man’s doting silhouette from my memories. Releasing a deep sigh from my lungs, my grip on the paper bag tightened. Inside lays the lunch box I prepared for my husband. I hope he will like this. Just then, the four-wheeled vehicle came to a halt. Mustering a sweet smile on my lips, I straighten the wrinkled part of my skirt –from sitting on the seat- before heading towards the front desk. Martin works in an entertainment company as a manager. He was always busy. So, sometimes he tends to forget to ea
I feel weak and sore. My body feels very heavy. As if, a huge boulder was pressing against me. I cannot even move a finger without feeling discomfort. What happened? My eyes frantically scanned my whole being. Just then, the disturbing memory of my weightless body thrown into the window, flashed before my eyes.It appears that I forgot to wear my seatbelt. I-I am...okay? The white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant calmed my panicking spirit, yet my brain was churning fast that my head ached. I tried to move my limbs up, to bring it within my field of vision, but a groan escaped my dry lips. I held back a gasped from the sudden stabbing pain that comes from my stomach. I barely moved but it hurts a lot. There is also a stinging feeling that is running all over my skin, it feels really weird and uncomfortable. "Stay still." A light an
I wake up feeling the warmth atop my belly. My eyes automatically settled in my stomach only to see a small kitten curled up into a ball, peacefully sleeping. Chasing my sleepiness away. My lips twitched. "My little ancestor you even used me as a bed. Where is your master?" Finding myself silly, a soft chuckle escaped my lips. Cats does not know how to understand human language, or at least they cannot communicate using the same medium. Nevertheless, they look so cute especially when they tilt their little head whenever I spoke to them. "You look so peaceful, I feel jealous." I carefully leaned against the headboard. While making sure that I will not stir the cute kitty awake. My fingers unconsciously stroke its fur. Just as I expected it was soft and silky. It is very nice to touch. Just as I was enjoying the peaceful moment, the door suddenly is
I peered at Martin's ring finger through my lashes. The ring that symbolizes our union is missing. It was gone and someday he will place another ring for another woman and she would not be me. Thinking about that possibility made my insides twists in a futile protest. A man would only remove his ring when they saw someone better. And, maybe he did with Nadia. Martin's ice-cold face remained stern. As if, he never gives a damn about everything. I trace his brows, to the corner of his light green eyes using my shaking finger. These orbs used to look at me with love. Once upon a time, I am the only woman who can enter in this pair of eyes. It used to linger on my bare self. Never leaving me, how can that change so fast? I put my hands away and place it on my lap. Those times turned into a sweet yet torturous dream. I felt empty. Tears after tears qui
The night after that, I faced Patricia. I cried for the whole night together with the dark as a company. She knows how broke I was. She witnessed how I attempted to starve myself thinking; everything was, but a dream. That it will end but the pain reminds me that I am deceiving myself again. "We're done. It's all over, Patricia." Nevertheless, I never once saw any pity in her eyes, which I am thankful for. I was consoled by her mere presence and patience. Every time I broke down and doubted myself, she will just articulate, "It’s okay. You tried your best. There is nothing to regret about, so there will be no need to put your make-up on every day." I nodded and convinced myself that she is right. I have done everything just to make him feel that I did not want to end our relationship. I told him thatwe could stay together forever until our h