💞Chapter Three💞

I looked myself on my mirror. I just reached thirty today but I guessed I looked more than my age. My fine lines were becoming visible. I grabbed my BB cream and applied a bit more but not too much. I really have to eat healthy and had a good balanced diet soonest—I don’t wanna die like this.

I lastly fixed my hair. After blew it dry and decided to curl it in big waves. It’s my birthday. I should atleast had fun and let myself loose out. It was quiet awhile since the last time I had fun going out.

I grabbed my purse and was about to went out my apartment when my eyes glanced at the only picture frame I had in this room—the screw loosened a bit and how it angled reminded me that I messed up. I had forgotten myself, my life, and even to arrange stuffs here. Mom.

I fixed the angle of the frame. It was me, when I was eighteen and my mother was tightly embracing me. No, actually, there were three people in that picture. I tore the other part to get rid of my father out of my sight.

That day, it was the happiest that turned in chaos.

Mom found out that my dad was..cheating with another woman who turned out to be one of the visitors that night. Hah! On my birthday. They almost spent incredible eighteen years of being married—they were happy. That was what I thought.

My mother that night hardly took everything—my father chose to ran away. Leaving us. She almost hanged herself! Everyday, since then, she was someone I almost did not know—she almost nagged me, yelled without no reasons. She smoked when she did not—she drunk herself until she’d fell asleep. The once healthy woman turned to be so skinny, with dark circles in her eyes, frizzy hair—a messed life. She kept on asking me to..talk to my dad.

I did. Many times.

I went to his new home.

I talked and begged to see—check at least mom.

He always declined.

My father got a good business—no wonder until when I was eighteen I had a good life, living in a good roof. Until then.

He left us. He stole everything out from me—my mother’s happiness. He was so greedy. Not until such my mom’s deteriorated health shut down in front of my eyes—my mother gave up her life.

Did it really have to be like that? Shutting your world just because of a man? Those were questions I silently asked whenever I bumped at those girls at school clung unto Nixon’s shoulders and cried the next day.

Yeah, that guy at the hospital? I knew him, definitely. Who would not? No, I got no interest but who would not remember that famous playboy at Senior School days?

Now, he was laying on the hospital bed, unconscious because of driving with the influence of alcohol—the funny thing was? Her present fling, Mariza freaked out even more when his boyfriend, Nixon Brooks rushed in the hospital with a new notch in his playboy belt! No wonder, she didn’t bother to visit the guy.

He deserved it. All of them should deserved something like that!

Actually, I just wrote that on my diary today. Wishing every man like Nixon Brooks got the best fracture they all deserved!

“What the hell?” I was pulling the door knob but it was locked from the outside. No way—too impossible.

I immediately turned around when pages from my diary were flipping as if it blew from strong winds—but no, I turned off the aircon and I don’t even have a ceiling or stand fan here.

“T-This is weird..” I gasped when it stopped flipping pages from pages. I stepped forward to closed my diary notebook but I was stunned where it opened—it was where Nixon’s name was written and I didn’t remembered I circled his name with my red ballpen!

I just wrote this fifteen minutes ago—so there’s no way I forgot every details and I don’t use..red pen.

“Oh, this is weird!” I swiftly closed it and kept it inside my drawer. I got my key on my bag to open the locked door—but damn it, it was not locked now. I blinked couple of times. Well, I need to go out!

***

After I stepped out the club with full of anger—I was dazed to where my next location was. I was standing now in this apartment—it was pretty messed up. The bathroom’s door opened suddenly and this woman, Ella, drying out her hair with this towel. She was dressed fancy.

“Why am I here in her apartment?” I wanna go to my own mansion and checked more of a*shole traitors! Tss.. Found myself later checking her things here, she got her old guitar on the side of her bed—she got few things actually but too messed up.

She was fixing herself on this mirror enough to see her face down to her chest. I saw this sparkly black notebook on her bed—I sat down and decided to open it.

Oh, it’s her diary. I got up and sat on the floor to read it secretly. Of course, I just found out that I could touch non-living objects but not living things. At least, I could used that in the future.

Everything started when she was eighteen. Oh. She wrote here full of anguish and misery. Her father left them that very same day—oh, that’s terrible. On her birthday—no wonder she scratched the date today, huh?

Then her mom got emotionally and psychologically distressed after that. She tried to focus finding a good job even when she was schooling—she had to. Tough woman.

She tried to convince her father to go and see her mom but he declined many times. That’s sh*t! No wonder she loathed guys, huh? But there’s should be more than that—maybe somebody broke her heart or something?

Holy sh*t, why was she writing my name here?! It said here, we were school mates when we were in senior years—the f**k, really? The next line thundered me. She wrote here how she saw heartbroken girls because of me and how she wished that I’d be..dead together with his father!

“Oh, now that’s no good!” I stood up. Hey, she wished that a long time ago, huh? Maybe, she was just jealous because I had no interest over her!

But nah, that would too impossible—looking at her gloomy pretty emerald eyes? Those face—her height was just perfect. Those curves? Nah, I should had remembered her but..maybe not!

She turned towards the door and I quickly realized I needed to catch her attention. I putted down her notebook back on her bed—then this picture frame that hanged on the wall. I deliberately touched it to move and dispositioned the angle.

She noticed it! She stopped from reaching the door’s knob and seemed a lot of memories brought her back just by staring at the photo—it was obviously tore in half. I knew what was she thinking and her eyes told me that—but I could not understand why she had to wished cruel things against me!

I held the door knob and let it locked when she tried to reached it—her face! She looked horrified when I locked it. Hmm. What about a quick creepy moments with her, huh? She had been so cruel to me even in my critical state! I went back to her bed and flipped her notebook. Now, she looked dreadful! And guessed she needed to see where this page stopped and how I circled my name using her red pen earlier.

“Scared now, Ella? You deserve this, too..” She took the notebook and put it on her drawer—her spine chilled, I knew it! Hmm? I still could communicate even though they couldn’t hear me out..

She rushed out the door and guessed I need to follow her. Even if she hated me—and same here, she was being pointed by that lady at the hospital. I should helped her for me to get back to life!

Right. I should helped her get back her trust to her father, right? She was broken because of it—and not because of some stupid guys or me—no, I didn’t do anything to her. It was just, I was too rich and popular at school back then. Well, even now.

But I perceived, I got only few people who stay in this downfall situation that I was in, huh?