OBSESSION: Sisters of Dawn

Chapter 6

"Were they not as perfect as we thought they would be?" Her voice squealed in adoration, familiar eyes focusing on the white walls that held countless photos of one girl. Her hand taking ahold of the most recent photo she took, it was of the girl in bed, sleeping peacefully with her hands hugging the pillow that housed a trail of drool.

She looked at the photo, her fingers slowly trailing the image while humming a soft mellifluous tone.

"This photo do no justice to her beauty" she then frowned, breaking her focus on the image, unhurriedly placing the image on the wide table and shifting her gaze to the person sitting on a swivel chair beside her.

"When will we have them!?" She asked in a scream. "I need to have her! I need to feel her hands on my body, I need to taste her lips, I need to feel her close to me. I need to mark her as mine!" she raised her hands to her head, gripping the hair tightly in her hold, nearly ripping the mane out of her own head.

"You will have her, be patient." The girl on the chair stood up.

"We will finally have them again in our hold" she smiled at her partner, placing her cold hands to her shoulder.

"And when we do, we won't make the same mistake again" she whispered and a wide smile grew on her partners face, deliberately making her lose her grip on her hair. Her hands falling to her side as she turned around to take the small photo on her hands again.

"Mine" she muttered in a low voice, followed by a series of giggle. "I can't wait to own you again"

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Leaning against the cold window of the classroom, I peered outside with my hand to my cheek. The soft breeze of the wind momentarily triggered some deep memories locked inside of me.

I tried closing my eyes to keep my mind away from remembering the past. It hunts me wherever I go.

I exhaled a deep sigh as my vision focused on a small girl walking with her sister, a small smile appearing on my face as I recalled the events of yesterday.

The short version of it being eventful, albeit, the constant cursing of my blonde friend to the waiter that gave our food and the twins worried gaze made it awkward for me mostly.

But, even with the bitter moment of my anxious state, our time with them went well. We spoke of our tardiness, the sole reason why we had the chance to meet Jennie Kim, how Rosè and Jisoo Kim accidentally bumped (literally speaking) with each other and how we all spoke briefly of our background.

It was fun speaking normally to other people besides Rosè. I can never get tired of her though, I was contented with having a single person in my circle but I knew deep down I had to go outside my zone and take in new friends.

Our time ended with the first ring of the bell. We all had different classes in different buildings, them, as sophomores, a year older than both me and Rosè, had to go to a building from the opposite side whilst my friend and I had to go the other way since we have the same class for our third period.

Throughout the day, no major events unfolded much to my interest. It was peaceful. Rosè and I both went our separate ways as the school ended, going to our respective homes. Although we walk the same path, my tiny house grew farther in distance compared to hers.

Walking alone gave me a sense of solitude, I always thought of it as a moment to be by myself without the need to smile and hide in a facade to please others.

"Open your book to page 4" I shook my head away from yesterday as I gave the attention to my teacher.

It was my first class for today. English, more so in poetry. The art that depicts the different forms of emotions. It was an interesting subject for me as I grew fond of reading books that tells a deeper meaning other than being a philocalist of covers.