Twisted Obsessions

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senses. Groaning, I shielded my face with my hands, trying to ward off the intrusive light. But as I reluctantly pee

onsciousness. Disoriented and disheveled, I struggled to piece together the events

es, confusion knotting my brow. The unfamiliar room, the strange b

antically searched for any clue as to my whereabouts. My heart pou

t me here? And why can

of my situation. Alone and disoriented, I was in an unk

slept inside a stranger's bedroom! I mentally scolded myself while pr

ing every ounce of courage I possessed, I f

ain that there is no one, I stand on my toes, feeling the cold marbled floor. I then walk, tip-toeing toward

Tress. I mur

ywhere! Where

ings and I almost want to cry on my toes when there

Zenniah

emembered that I still have some thesis papers to submi

ead. “Yeah, could be. The person might have kept my things. I could just compensate the person for

person is way fr

s coming from the outside and I am certain it’s heading on this room so as if on cue, I s

erson who I was with is not one of the g

ho desires to move on and forget again everything for a night?

ally closes again. The person entering seems very much in a hurry because of its movements but I do not have enough time to think about his urgency. I have

e person is already inside the room behind tha

oment I step down on the floor. I was about to take a step forw

it’s a

son is under t

y head, wanting to grab

re peeking once again on that door, making sure that it won’t open sooner. The water is still consecutive

s the right otherwise. I sighed when I successfully opened it without making such a noise and as if on cue, I

the fact that the lights are all dim. There are so many paintings from different Artis

in. Gosh, I've been hoping all my life to see a living portrait of her and now, the artwork is proudl

terior decor to the lights illuminating every corner, it was clear that the owner was accustomed to a life of luxury. As I took in the grandeu

r me in their own way, I am not even fond of shopping and my parents just bought me things— like I had it all! My father, distant

gs on the wall. Is the owner an Artist? I asked myself

that wherever I may be going, it is the right way towards the stairs. I walk silently while making sure that there is no person tailin

s

e concisely honest, I only had twenty pesos coins left inside my w

that, I do not know

reak. My ex-boyfriend, the source of all these pain and betrayal, had used me to further his own ambitions, leaving me f

of this, why I am inside this place is because of him. If he could just like me s

d the wall when I saw a shadow passed across this hal

e already, I took a deep breath before stepping

most blinding on how the lights are well lit on the ceiling of this house! We also have this kind o

my life, I never fel

lmost near? I chose to turn right and follow the person I found earlier.

l? Is this p

is

alled my attention. I slowly turn around to see who the person is but I

utter a single word,