Ingeminate The Chronicle

Chapter 5

It was 5 in the morning when Marilyn decided to go to her painting room and continue the masterpiece she has been working on for days. She lit her room up and prepared her materials for painting. She finally set her canvas near the light and settled herself down.

She was just about to begin sliding her dipped brush on the surface when she heard a soft giggle. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. She disregarded what she heard and continued doing what she wanted to do but the giggle turned into laughter.

'Who on Earth would laugh at 5?'

She turned around her room for she was sure that the sound came from where she is. She was about to head out because she saw nothing when a girl hunched on her knees caught her eye.

"Laura, is that you?" Marilyn carefully took her steps near that girl. For sure, she knew it was Laura judging from her hair and proportions.

'Why isn't she responding to me?'

"Hey, Laura. I told you not to come to my room!" She touched Laura's shoulder and shake it as much as she can. Laura held her head up and looked at Marilyn dead in the eye. Marilyn tried asking her multiple questions about why is she in her room but Laura just stared at her and laugh.

'Where are the blacks of her eyes?'

A normal person would at least have colors in the center of their eyes, right? Why would Laura lose hers?

Marilyn slapped her hard on her face in aim to shut her up, but Laura laughed hysterically.

Marilyn was dead scared but acting out her fear would mean she is weak in front of Laura. She doesn't want that.

"You think I'm afraid of you? Ha! Wait until Mom and Dad knew about this."

"You think I'm afraid of you? Ha! Wait until Mom and Dad knew about this." Laura mimicked her voice and everything she said.

"Are you getting on my nerves?"

"Are you getting on my nerves?"

"I hate you!"

"I hate you! I hate you! I don't even care!" Laura laughed so much. Out of irritation, Marilyn grabbed her head from the back but Laura continued to laugh devilishly.

Realizing there was no other way to shut her up, Marilyn ran out of the room thinking how weird Laura was. She went downstairs and head to the kitchen to report what she had just experienced.

"Mom, I swear I can not live together with Laura. She's just--"

Marilyn was expressing her heart out when she stopped in her tracks and saw what was happening.

"Marilyn, where are your manners?" Anastacia's brows met each other and crossed her arms while Laura was preparing the table.

"Good morning, Marilyn. I've prepared enough pancakes to start your day." Laura smiled and served the table.

"Wait, but how? Mom, I swear Laura was there at my room laughing hysterically at me." Marilyn can't believe the sight.

"How can that be? She was here already helping your mom prepare the breakfast. She doesn't have enough time to bother you around. Besides, she understands your room is your space and she has her own. Why would she enter yours?" George wiped the droplets on his face and drying his hair with the towel he's holding.

"But I'm dead serious that she was there in my room." Marilyn tried to regain herself.

"Laura has been up since 4 and has been helping me here. She was here the whole time!" Anastacia put diction in every word in hopes to stop Marilyn from spitting nonsense.