Amori

Chapter 3: Violet

State your name.

Violet

Violet...?

I would like to keep that piece of information private.

Just to remind you, I'm only recording this so I can have reference when we're done on this case with the three of you. There's nothing to worry about. Everything that we talk about here will remain in this room.

I know. But I would still like to keep that information to the three of us.

Okay, then, Violet. How old are you?

Nineteen.

Can you tell me more about yourself?

Honestly, I hate it whenever I get asked that. Like what do you want me to say? That I'm not like everybody else? That I have a lot of insecurities? Or that I'm an over confident bitch? It's rather pointless.

Well then, can you kindly tell me about the other two?

How do I start... okay, the one who always seem like someone's stepping on his foot, his name's Roman... and he owns the house where we all live at the moment and then...

H-How did you meet Roman?

... we umm, it was the 15th of February, a few weeks after I dropped out of school. I know... I know it was kind of a rushed decision considering a few months from that time I would have graduated but you know, I just never felt like school is for me. From the moment I stepped on that ground, I just knew that it wasn't for me so it was just like that. One day I woke up and told myself, no, I'm not going back there. Why do I have to endure a few more months of worthless crap when it doesn't really mean anything to me? So yeah, I just... packed my bags, left home with a note I tucked under the pillow of my bed and took the farthest drop point of the bus ride.

I needed change. I just want to be somewhere where no one knows who I am so I can start over and while I'm at it, figure out what I want to do with my life. It's really hard to try and figure out what you want when there's all these voices around, telling you that you should put this first, you shouldn't do this and that. It's just tiring to listen to all these people telling you what you should be doing or not. People are such hypocrites you know, I mean, how can you go and tell me what I should do when you're the one who's filled with so much "I wish I did this and that", it just doesn't make any sense.

So there, when I got down from the bus it was really refreshing to step on a place I've never been before. The feeling was just unreal. Not knowing where you're going to stay, how you're going to fend for yourself and what you're going to do with the little money you have left in your pocket. It wasn't as scary as a lot of people had thought it would be. I think, the idea that I'm looking forward to a better life in a new place drove me not to fear what is going to happen to me the next minute. It's just that comforting feeling that I know something better is waiting for me in this place.

First thing I did was walk around town just carrying a satchel with a good amount of clothes that would last for two days. I was hoping that I would be able to find a place to stay in an instant and you know, probably have enough money left to buy myself some new clothes but I never knew it would be that difficult. The weather at that time wasn't really helping me out, it was gloomy as if it was about to rain yet not even a drizzle went. That time I kind of understood how important it was to check that weather forecast application everyday, it was never a habit of mine. I didn't know if I should hurry or not until I checked the time on my phone and it was already 4pm, I still haven't found at least a room I can stay in.