Isobel POV
Now in the city, I strolled through the morning light. The sun glinted from windowpanes, hurting my eyes. And my step slowed. Different cars hauled on the exquisite street, horning in between glassy mansions. I stood near parked cars, glancing about. And at this moment, the human race appeared strange. In every face I saw, non resembled Arthur's. Humans were as countless as fishes in the sea. And here, I stood in lonesome, and like a visitor seeking for my lost half heart. Wondering where he would be. I walked to the waited crowd, surveying people's faces, and then cars stopped and we crossed the road. Girls make-up and dressed with a bag on each hand, to show off in this city. And they smelt of riches perfumes. Their clothes beautified themThe morning light blurred my vision as I woke up with my hands covering my eyes. Something for protection. But the light hurled into my eyes, making me feel the dried tears on my cheeks. Sitting up, I wondered when the last night charmed my eyes and erode me into sleep. Sleepiness without a dream. And this is unusual for me. No matter how serious the storm rotates the water, back then in the sea, I would sleep under the deep water and dream. And fantasies about my lover. About how bad I can't wait to hurry out of the sea and find him before he could fall in love with another girl. But now, I bite my lips in regret. This is strange of me to wake up with the light attacking my eyes. And even the worst of me waking without a dream. And here, I feel the payback and the alienation of leaving home. The payback of losing all my vigor and the abil
Groaning, the girl tried all her best to escape, but the man slapped and pushed her down, and then closed the gate.Now, she laid on the floor, sobbing with nakedness except for her pants and bra. And then blood saturated her white pants.Not long after, she sit up and bent her head on her knees, and I saw blood dripping from her pants.I wondered why that could happen to her. Did they hurts her buttock or her Virgina? Not sure of the answer within in, I walked to her. “Girl, what happened to you?”She raised her head, looked at me for a while, and bent her head once again. Sobbing. But this time, hear tears was falling down like snow.“Why do your pants drop blood?” I asked. And I paused, listening, I silence.“I’m on my period. They kidnapped me on my bed," she said at last, sobbing. “Please help me. I don’t want them to sell me.”Sell? I thought, did she know w
Helen stood still, shivered as John’s face red like reef beef. She wishes to say something, but John’s words slipped like a heavy load on her thoughts, slaughtering them, lest it flows to her lips. She watched the wounds on her left hand, dyeing the white clothes she wears, with blood. And tears remained in her eyes in silence, but it seemed she can’t hold it anymore. Relinquishing the tears to her cheeks now is unusual. As bold as she was in the presence of notorious criminals, she was as weak as a small child before John, who she thought was her actual father. John had erased her memories, hypnotized her heart with the help of Melusine. But little did she know that the one she was crying for was the one she should hate. Her tears fell helplessly to her pink lips, as the lilt of John’s voice echoed in her mind, “either you quit the job or leave my house . . . Right now . . . “
The sun popped its head out of the sky and glow luminously on the busy street. Helen sped up down the road and swiveled to the right, overtaking cars, and violating traffic rules. She planned to lodge in the Rockstar hotel, in the placid city of Maryland. Glancing at the rearview mirror to make sure that nobody was pursuing her. And every time, different cars with different colors were there. “... I want war.” Energy flow to her hands and feet as anger bubbled in her heart, and she slammed on the gas again. Jerking her Jeep to a quiet street. Speeding up into the open air of Maryland. What the hell, Jack called himself? Can he stand my war? Those thoughts buzzed in her mind, nourishing her anger more than before. And once again, she looked in the rearview mirror and saw a black car speeding up towards hers. She slowed her Jeep down, checked the mirror again, and the car
ARTHUR’S POV “Wait for me, mom and dad.” “Your sister, Jane. Oh my poor Jane,” Janet lamented. “Go back son. Hurry and save her,” Dennis said, and they disappeared. Arthur shouted, “No!” I woke up as if someone dropped me on the bed. Darkness loomed around the room for some time and then someone swapped on the light. Vivian, my new partner in crime, sat beside me. I smelt her perfume but I can’t see her. Maybe because of the light that shines and strikes my eyes. Or maybe because I was not feeling fine. And, after some minutes, I see everything. Feeling pain in my chest, I forced myself to sit up and leaned my back on the wall. “Why did you save her?” V
Isobel POV Thunder strikes, and I heard someone somewhere, whispering. Hushed, I paused, listening, but the person speaks in unknown tongues. And in a moment, it seems the voice echoes out of silence and goes back into silence. Turning around in one spot, I feel a touch of icy hands suddenly. The unknown hand went off as I raised my hands to push it away. And the voice came again, but this time, the voice speaks in a language that I understand. It’s calling my name. The voice drained courage out of me, leaving only the pulsating of my heart. And then, I took a step backward to know where I was before the unseen hand touch me. Now and here, all I saw was darkness. The darkness was thick like a fog, which makes it hard for me to see anything, including me. I’m I blind? Where am I? Sudde
Isobel POV Coughing out of the dream, I found myself back in the prison. Amara hurried to me. And I saw gladness in her face that I woke up. And then the voice spoke in my head, “Isobel, go to the water. Go to the sea.” “I thought you have died,” Amara said, “I’m glad you are alive.” She hugged me, washing my neck with her tears. I wrapped my arms around her, and I feel her heart pounding up and down. She looked into my eyes. “Isobel, we have to find a way out of here. He said he would come back and sacrifice your blood to a god. Isobel, is it true? Did he sacrifice girls to a god?” “Yes,” I said, “to a mermaid of two tails and her children.” She gasped. “Oh, my god. We have to leave, Isobel, we have to leave right now.” Sh
Isobel POV Had suffered throughout the midnight as they compelled me and as I compelled myself to move with hope, although my legs were heavier to carry. And heavier to drop. And had stridden on thorns, and on flowers, and my legs had kissed the warm and icy sand, but I don’t dare to stop. Luckily for me, they lost me as I sneak beneath a bush in the darkness. And I heard one said, “we can’t go back without her.” “Let’s wait here till dawn,” the other said. “I heard her pulse. She hides.” “Her foolishness can’t fool us.” At that moment, I don’t know when night charmed my eyes to relinquish to the hands of slee