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Chikamharida's POV.
When I woke up, my eyes were red and so was my temper some moments later.
Trust me, I always woke up at the right side of the bed, even on days when I had unavoidable insomnia (due to the unfinished business with Manga). Today, however, it was different. My temper wasn't sparked by memories but by words which bounced off the walls and I meant it, literally. They hadn't even bothered whispering!
I'd bathed and dressed up— swim clothes underneath my jean and T-shirt because I was starting to fancy Adele's go to attire. Gowns were also a no for me because I hated revealing my legs and the scars that marred them.
There were just too much scars.
It was some minutes before seven, when workers strived to maintain their jobs by being efficient and on time. The hallways, a train of movement occupied by uniformed personnel's, both frustrated and happily working.
O'Malley was among the frustrated ones because why else would she do what she'd done to me and still have the effrontery to complain about it to some good listener in a room closely connected to the main hallway.
"I swear to you Iris, the vase was in my room, under my bed but now I can't find it anymore."
"Have you searched everywhere?" Iris asked.
"Yes I did. I even went back to the commander's room but I couldn't find it anymore. It wasn't her that took it."
I knew that eavesdropping through the keylock was bad but I derived joy in doing so because I finally had a chance at a stable job somehow.
Immediately, I whipped my phone out and started recording their conversation. Iris was quite efficient because she repeatedly asked O'Malley the same question, over and over again and I wasn't even paying her. She was definitely a natural and I was starting to admire her voice, that was until they both agreed on invading my room.
Storing their itinerary at the back of my head, I escaped the vicinity before they opened the door.
My go to place was Adele's room. My reason partially to check her health and to interrogate her.
I had a sneaking suspicion what she said when we first met was her feeling, projected without the fear of being misunderstood. Especially her words, that hinted "Nana doesn't care about my mental health. It's always about church."
After I'd succeeded in opening her door, I waltzed into her room to see her hurriedly packing her phone and some teenage toys into a small purse. She wore a scarf on a gown and the look made my mouth wide opened not because of how evident her skin patch was from the back, no.
It was absolutely cause Adele was always belligerent about attending church and when she did, she always dressed in trousers to annoy her grandmother.
The first thing that crossed my mind was if she was doing it willingly.
"Adele's, I thought you hated going to church?" I said once I was ensconced in her pink room.
She turned to look at me and smiled what was obviously a ruse.
"I actually love church."
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Crimson Mists
General Fiction«Even with all the dust, the flower still outshined the sun» ~~~~ Meet Harida Bick, the product of an unwanted relationship and also Adele Jones, a teenager in another country subjected to same design. When both girls began living together through...
