"I love you, hannie." (Prt. 1)
HANNIE POV
When I was 9 year old kid, I witnessed the most worst thing that happened in my life.
I saw my father hanging on the ceiling with a rope on his neck and his dreadful eyes were looking at me like it can see through my soul.
It hunt me everytime I sleep or even when I was taking a bath. It feels like whenever I'm alone I was being watched with his bloody eyes.
My mom who become the only person that I can rely on end up being depressed because of my father's death.
She locked herself on her room for a week without having a single meal.
When she got out, the first thing she said to me is ...
"I love you, hannie."
That time, I thought she realized that being like that will not help us so I was so glad that she came back to her senses.
On the same day, mother called me downstairs to have dinner together.
She prepared a huge meal with candles and wine on the table.
"Hannie, let's eat?" She said while smiling gently at me.
I notice another plate with food on the table so I furrowed my brows and look at my mother.
I don't know why but when my eyes landed on her she was looking at me intently while smiling strangely.
It's scary.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I ask.
It took a few seconds before she replied but the look on her face didn't change.
"Nothing. I just notice that my little boy is growing handsome." She said.
"Um." I replied.
It's uncomfortable being stared at while eating.
"Mom, why are you looking at me? Are you not going to eat?"
"No, I'm waiting for your father."
I accidentally let go of my utensils and it end up falling on the ground. The utensils produce an eerie sound.
It's quiet.
I slowly look at my mother. She's still looking at me with a strange smile on her face.
"Mom-"
"It's okay, Hannie. Your father will get another one." She said.
I feel nauseous. I want to vomit the food I ate. My hands were trembling and my heart is beating so fast.
"B-But mom-"
"You're so handsome, Hannie. You really have your father's feature."
"Mom-"
"Why is your father taking so long to get down here?" As she stood up the creeking sound of her chair echoed around the dinning room.
"Mom ... "
I thought she's okay.
"Harold, the food is getting cold! Quick, get down here!"
My eyes are shaking and the whole place feels like have heavy presence.
"Mom." I called her again.
"Mom, dad is-"
"Yeah, your dad will get down here. Let's just wait for him."
Trembling, I stood up and went to my mother. I hug her tight.
"Mom, please stop!"
"Hannie, what's the matter?" She reply calmly.
"Mom, dad is already dea-"
I was surprise when she violently grab my hair and throw me on the ground.
"Hannie, what are you saying?" Her tone change.
"Mom, dad is already dead!" I shouted.
Her face become distorted. She clench her fist and quickly walk towards me.
I don't why but I want to escape and run from her. I crawl away from her and try to run but then she suddenly grab me and slap me hard on the face. I fell on the ground once again because of how hard her slap is.
"You little devil! How dare you! Your father is not dead!"
She slap me over and over again that my cheeks felt numb.
"Mom, stop! It hurts! Mom!"
"How can you say that! You useless son! How dare you!"
She didn't stop. I shield myself using my arm but then she suddenly kick me on my face then to my stomach.
Help.
Help!
She grab my hair again and drag me on the stairs. The edges of the stairs are bumping on my knees. It's hurt!
I beg and beg to her but she's like not hearing me and keep on dragging me.
When we arrive at the second floor she throw me inside my father's room and lock me up.
I quickly bang the door and tried to pulled the door knob but it's already lock.
"Mom, let me out! Mom! Mom! Please!" I cried.
"Stay there with your father!"
I heard her foot steps getting away.
"Mom! Mom! Mom! Let me out!"
But no one reply.
I wander my eyes inside my father's room.
It's dark and cold.
I don't want to be here.
Let me out!
Here it is again. It feels like someone is watching me.
I turn around and tried to open the door and keep on banging it.
"Mom, I'm scared! Mom!"
"Hannie." Suddenly, I heard a whisper on my ears.
I stiffened.
"Hannie~"
No! No!
"Mom, help!"
I sat on the floor and cover my ears. I shut my eyes tightly.
I'm trembling.
"Hannie~"
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
"HANNIE!"
"AHHHHHHHH!" My scream echoed around the room.
I feel exhausted.
"I'm scared! I'm scared!"
Let me out!
Let me out!
I feel my eyes getting heavy and my heart beats slow down.
"Help ... " I whisper.
Then everything turns black.
LEIGH POV
I run as fast as I could while holding my art materials with my project made in glass.
I'm Leigh, an art student in Gudenberg International Academy. I am currently on my 2nd year college and taking B.F.A.or Bachelor of Fine arts and I'm in hurry because I'm late.
When I turn right to enter the elevator, someone suddenly appear and I end up bumping hard on to that person and because of that my art materials and my project fell on the ground and the glass shattered in to pieces.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" He said.
"Waaah! My project!" I sat down and grab the shattered piece of my project.
"I'm really sorry!"
I stare at my shattered project while bitting my lower lip.
I stayed up all night just to finish it and now ...
The person that I bump sat as well. He grab the shattered pieces on my hand.
"Hey, don't touch it. It's dangerous." He said.
I look at him but then my eyes bulges when I found out who is it was.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't know that someone will appear. I'm really sorry!" He keep on apologizing.
I gulp. He's really handsome. Look at that angelic face!
"S-Sir Hannie."
Really. Everytime I see him my heart keeps on beating fast.
"Um, yes? By the way, I'll take responsibility of this. Who's your prof here?"
I pout when he ask that. He didn't know me?
"It's you, Sir Hannie."
