●✈ 𝐀 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 ●
❝What are you?❞
❝Do you know the line between life and death?❞
Janet Tyler, a seventeen-year-old girl whose hobby was to play badminton. She used to play badminton in her local areas and school. With the help of h...
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"Women are traitorous. They deceive, they break promises... and they're selfish."
I read the line again and again and again. And I Still couldn't understand why someone would write something like that.
"I'll never trust women. Let alone lo-"
The sentence wasn't completed as it was torn in between.
My heart skipped a beat. I knew someone wouldn't write something like that normally. I wanted to know who wrote that.
As I took the page in my hands and strolled towards the restroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was as if I couldn't even recognize myself. I could feel an unknown sensation radiating from my eyes.
Looking away, I took a deep breath.
I knew what it was.
Dedication.
There was a time when I could think of nothing but to win that gold medal. Always imagined being at the top position making my parents, school and, my country proud. But this time? It was totally different. The situation provoked me to think differently. I wanted to know the truth, and not only win.
Obviously, there was some reason behind the consistent winning of Arthur every year. In every match.
There was no doubt that he could play well, but I couldn't digest the fact that over so many years, nobody could defeat him. When I first came here, my only target was to defeat him, win the medal, and get back home. But that seemed like an impossible thing now.
I crushed the tattered piece of paper and went outside the courtroom. The smell of that place, the behavior of the place, and the mysteries were obnoxious. What was even more unpleasant was that I felt a special connection with everything. As if I was also a part of some sick game that I was not willing to play.
Moving out of the building I wrapped the sweater tightly around myself; the cold wind had made me shiver. My nose burnt when I tried to breathe through the thick air.
Foggy and melancholic.
But better than that court. I felt suffocated there.
"Janet?"
I flinched in fright when I heard someone call my name. I frantically looked around and whispered a soft 'yes.' But then, there was nothing.
"Hello?!" I asked again.
Again nothing. Just the sound of howling winds and endless shades of darkness everywhere.
I felt a slight tap on my arm, and I nearly tripped over and screamed.
