𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀

six

R O S E A N N E

The last two minutes have been the quickest moments that occurred in my entire life.

I have never ran so fast in my entire twenty-five years of living. Not even when close to a near-death experience. However, this was more dangerous than a near-death experience. This was hell.

I had just locked eyes with the Lalisa Manoban.

As in the girl I was once obsessed with, killed for, stalked and sent away for. The one that wanted me to rot in hell and the reason why my sanity was now through the roof.

I never expected her to be chasing me.

I dashed through the crowd muttering "sorries' and "prayers" as I bumped into well-known wealthy men, leaving behind a panicked Jisoo who couldn't figure out why I had just sprinted out of the dance floor. Her voice echoed behind me as I ran to reach the nearest bathroom stall.

At some point, my hair was getting tangled with people's movements, as though it was dancing along. However, I couldn't afford for Lisa to catch up with me so unfortunately, whoever got tangled was getting dragged along. I'll explain later.

My legs moved uncontrollably without my brain thinking, sliding through the tight dress and causing my thighs to rub together as I ran, increasing friction and burn. It's only today that I realised how intricate it was to multitask — tugging my dress down as I took flight should gain me an award.

Finally, I reached the bathroom which was empty and atrocious to the eyes.

The cubicle reaped of piss and cigarettes which I inhaled forcefully. I coughed out a great deal of smoke as the air fogged. The toilet seats were designed with piss stains which could only be caused by men or women hovering seeing as it was a unisex bathroom. The state was barbaric considering these were extremely wealthy people who were used to living luxurious and healthy lifestyles yet couldn't even clean up after themselves.

No etiquette-acy at all.

Nevertheless, I sucked it up and remained mute as I absorbed myself into the cubicle to hide. My heart pounded rapidly as I gasped for small pumps of intoxicated air. Hand on my chest as I calm my nerves before I spiral out of control. No amount of horror movies can make me feel like this, neither knowing I was about to get kidnapped or when I would die and how. This sensation could only be caused by Lisa.

"Roseanne?" my life is over.

I bend down on top of the toilet lid a hand clasped on my mouth whilst the other holding onto the wooden wall for more equilibrium. My hair swung towards the side, decreasing the length by vision. All I had to do was not make a sound and I'll be alright.

I'll be alright.

"I know you're here." she pauses "I saw you."

Her voice still managed to raid butterflies in my stomach. The low rasp of her 'r's and the way she sensualized her words. I was a goner.

I thought my feelings were gone and it was only fear I would feel if I ever saw her, but as I was an aware person I knew denying your feelings got you nowhere.

The silence rang loud, the only sound being the hitches of breaths I would try to sustain. The door creaked open and then closed but I knew not to check. It could be a trick. My position remained still. The urge to itch my hair increased as sweat broke out of my head.

"Roseanne?" the tone was much wiser "I can see you're hair peaking out, Why are you hiding?" my brows furrowed as I launched out of my position. I peeked out the door and noticed a shorter woman with black hair and no bangs.