Death Call (Part 1 complete)

Chap. 5 Changing Plan

Note: Kath is different. She is truly different. 

-5-

Changing Plan

My expectation is reverse.

I thought that things would work out that way. With just one moment, my life changes again. Dwight is not my former partner anymore. I give him the second chance that he begs from me. Now, I do not know what to do if Sam will know about this.

I must think first before I act. In every step that I take and in every word I say, my life alters repeatedly.

The night is cold.

Isle is still in the restroom watching TV shows while I am here inside my room, thinking of him. As what I reminisce from the past, our relationship was unclear to carry on. Even how wise he is to get through his problem, there are things that he cannot explain when it comes to myself. The first time I admitted rejection was in my high school when one of my friends frankly told me that I am idiotic, that I always put my group into trouble. They rejection is worse. That is the reason why Carlo wants me to transfer. He wants me to migrate in Granny’s house in Frankfort. If I will stay there long, I might become the greatest cultivator of all times. However, I hate being a farmer in my whole life. It stinks, it sucks, and most of all, it makes me bored. They say that it is refreshing in meadow but I think that it is not. If ever summer strikes again and rainy days disappear for months, the field is damn warm. My skin will be golden brown if heat tries to enter inside my room. For my entire life, I only go there during winter. The season that is perfect for giving presents to your love ones.

I conclude to myself that the past is all about the rejection for that word is still stuck on my head. It leaves me no choice while I am living in this world.

As I am alone in my room doing nothing, I only get my diary and write down the things happened to me newly. I open it at a snail’s pace in order to resist scratching and folding. This diary is all the record I have. It is like a precious stone that you would not like to loose in your hands. Sometimes, I confess here my secrets so I keep this as a record or a big treasure of mine. Besides, I have my best friend, Samantha, the only one that I can trust.  By the way, I should better tell her about what happen.

I sneak outside.

The moon suddenly catches my attention. It is weird to look at. The shape is in perfect loop. I feel cold when I stare at it for a long instance.

“What is this? This is not an ordinary feeling. I am still sick and why I am not taking rest and lock myself unto my bed,” I say, quivering from the dropping temperature. I turn around and sit back to my chair facing my notebook on the desk. I ask myself about the things I should do tomorrow.

I open the list of things that I have to do for my revenge. I crush out some of them because we are partners now.

 My Sweetest Reprisal …

1.    I will tell my friends about her girlfriends and all the things he said to me while we are in the hospital.

2.    I will go to his house and have an argument with his family.

3.    I will know his present girlfriend now and tell her that he already make love with me.

4.    I will tell his relatives that he steal my cell phone when we were still together.

5.    I will burn all the pictures and I will let my neighbor see it disappear in ashes.

6.    I will trash his things he left in me for how many years showing that I never care for him anymore.

7.    I will broadcast into newspapers and radios about the way he treats a woman. I know that all the girls will be disappointed at him.

8.    I will show in TV our first kiss. I know that he will be raging in fire if he will see it. It is so hard to see the past things you do with you former partner.

9.    All the secrets will be revealed and everyone will know that all about him. It is fairly a comic style because it is only his secrets and not mine.

10.  I will devastate his image in my mind and in my heart; that I will start moving on this time.

From the top ten of my list, only four of them are crush out. I am his girlfriend and I could not try to hurt myself. If the things that will make him unhappy are to let him see me suffer, I will do it starting today. I should have my payback to what he done to me. He is the one who makes me ill. He is the reason why I am in the hospital.

All the reasons and doubts are connected to him. I have to act as if I do not love him anymore. I need to show him madness, the true anger from within. I am so embarrassed to what he has said to me. He makes me feel culpable and lost of innocence. At this moment, I will show him whom Katrina really is that he does not know for so long. I should say my words of warning to him if possible.

The heat suddenly goes out from my body in a form of sweat. It makes uncomfortable so I cool out first before I go to my lavatory and takes a shower. After I wipe my sweat away and feel dry, I hastily go inside it and start pouring myself with cold water. I feel my warmth goes out. The drops run down slowly through my skin. The enormous warm starts to fade away. At last, I am fresh again.

After I take a bath and dress up myself, I go out from the room and go down headed for the kitchen room. As I am leaving my room, I hear someone dirges. It is not my brother but it sounds so familiar. It is a little girl begging for a thing. It begins to echo in my mind as if it comes from my parents’ room. I feel weird because Joan never as well as Carlo never has an audio player inside their room. They hate noise even me and I hate noise too. I only kill my speakers and place it to the trashcan if possible but not my players because they are precious to me. Speakers are just a stuff that it is so cheap to buy now I have my job. I will not depend anymore to the riches of my parents.

I open the door and what I see is my brother watching my childhood video in dad’s computer. For a second, I stop. It is so embarrassing because it is my clumsy acts when I first enter a talent show. Aside from being worse, it makes me silly. I should not be acting like a clown in a circus but my dress is like an upgraded suit of it. I remember when all of the people start to laugh at me when I do my first mistake. My dress was torn out. The show is murdering me. I am dead already. I think I was dying at that time.

I watch Mr. Clock and it says twelve. Gosh, it is already midnight; my brother should be sleeping this time. I go near him and tell him about it.

“Isle, you should go sleeping now,”

“I cannot sleep. I think this is my second night that I am feeling insomnia,” he says with a drowsy look.

“Look at you, you are so tired. I will be the one who will turn it off and go first to my room and I will just go afterwards,” I say, giving him an encouraging smile. “I hope will have a no work tomorrow”

“Your smile is the worst among all that I seen,” he jokes. I know it is not a joke because his facial expression is serious.

“Try to put some jokes in me or else, I will send you to Granny’s house,”

“Okay, I am sorry,” he apologizes.