Haunted Secrets

Haunted 7

Mia POV

I woke up to a loud commotion. "What happened?" I asked the girl pacing the room. She looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears. "Your tita... she killed herself," she sobbed, collapsing into a fit of cries. "It's my fault!"

I left her sobbing in the corner and hurried into the married couple's room. The sight that greeted me was horrifying. A little girl screamed, "Mommyyyy!" her voice cracking from the pain of loss.

Shattered glass was scattered across the floor, glinting ominously in the dim light. The lifeless body of the woman lay sprawled across the bed, a shard of mirror protruding grotesquely from her neck. Blood pooled around her, an ugly crimson stain spreading across the once pristine sheets. It felt as if the entire world had gone silent—the wailing child, the frantic husband beating his head against the wall, all drowned out by a suffocating stillness.

The dead woman’s eyes fixed on me, filled with malice. Her bloodied face twisted into an eerie expression, as if she was not just a corpse but an embodiment of horror itself.

I started to back away, but her gaze held me captive.

“Mia,” she said, her voice a chilling whisper, twisting into a mocking smile.

“You’re dead! Stay away from me!” I shouted, but she just laughed, a sound that echoed in my ears like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

“Mia, you’ll never get home again, HAHAHAHA!”

A sudden tap on my shoulder jolted me from my horror. I blinked and found Gelo, Third, and Monica standing there, their faces pale with worry.

“Are you okay?” Gelo asked, concern etched across his features. My heart raced, panic surging through me as I bolted toward Belle's room.

No, it can’t happen. Not Belle. That thought consumed me. “Belle, open the door! Belle!” I cried, my voice thick with tears.

My friends exchanged confused glances as they rushed to open the door. What I saw inside chilled me to the bone. Belle stood there, clutching a broken bottle, its jagged edges glistening ominously. Without thinking, I lunged forward, knocking it from her hands and pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Please, don’t do this, Belle,” I sobbed, the reality of the moment crashing down on me.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. “I just thought… if I were gone…”

“Please don’t say that!” I cried, feeling the warmth of her tears soaking into my shirt.

As the others looked on in shock, Leo stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Belle from behind. “Belle, I’m so sorry. I was drunk that night. I never meant to hurt you,” he said, his voice trembling.

Belle gazed at him with a mixture of pain and confusion, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “But you broke my trust, Leo. You needed me and yet you chose to be with her... with Monica!”

“Even so, when my boyfriend cheats on me, I don’t hurt myself. I get stronger to make him regret it,” Monica piped up, an unexpected edge to her words.

Belle glared at her, frustration spilling over. “Shut up, Monica!” she yelled, her voice a raw cry filled with pain.

The air crackled with tension. I wanted to scream at Monica, but I couldn’t focus. It was too much. “You’re not the one who’s hurting right now!” I wanted to shout, but all I could do was stand there, frozen.

Belle's tears flowed as she confronted Monica. “You think this is a game? You think it's okay to ruin relationships for fun? You’ve shattered the trust we built, all for what? A fleeting thrill?”

“Enough with your drama!” Monica shot back, and we all gasped.

“Damn it, Monica!” Leo exploded, his voice rising, filling the small room with chaos. “Do you not realize the severity of what you’ve done? You’re making a mockery of all of this!”

“Do you even know how to take anything seriously?” I interjected, my anger bubbling over. “You treat people’s feelings like they’re just toys for you to play with, and now look where we are!”

For a moment, silence enveloped the room, heavy and suffocating. Monica’s facade began to crack, tears spilling from her eyes. “Yes, Mia. I’m just a stupid, attention-seeking girl. I’ve always been trouble, and I can’t deny it,” she confessed, her voice breaking. “I just wanted to be noticed... wanted to be loved. But at home, I’m invisible. My parents don’t care if I’m around or not. This is all I have left,” she admitted, her words a twisted mirror of her pain.

“Family? You think your troubles are the same as ours?” Belle shot back, her voice laced with desperation. “You have no idea what it’s like to be pushed aside. You’re sharing your blessings while we’re trying to hold onto each other!”

The gravity of our situation weighed down on us. This wasn’t just a spat among friends. This was unraveling at the seams, and I felt the dark shadows closing in around us, as if we were spiraling into an abyss where none of us would escape unscathed.

It was then I realized—this was just the beginning. The haunting laughter from earlier echoed in my mind, and I knew we were all trapped in a web of despair.