Deception, Love & Vengeance

CHAPTER ONE-THE NEW STUDENT

"This is it! This is..FREEDOM! I am free! At last!"

FEW YEARS AGO..

FAYE'S POV

FIRST DAY..

"Mom! I'm going." Without enthusiasm I opened the entrance door and slammed it as I came out from the mansion. Hah! I really hate it.

"Hey! Hey! You haven't finish your food!" I heard her called back. But I just turned and walked away.

"Sofiyah Amythyst!"

My mom insisted that I should go to college. But schools really bored me to death. I hated them. Idaragdag pang nais niyang engineering course ang kumin ko just like my dad & eldest brothers. Nah..that was too bad.

Mathematics was my lowest grade during my primary & secondary days and it was not my cup of tea. I was not good at numbers. I could almost failed the subject. Thanked to my father's connection I completed my subjects and passed. I really appreciated it, really(😠).

I was wondering why she keep on insisting I must take engineering. Maybe because it was something she could be proud of. Something she could boast to her amigas. Something she could not be ashamed of. She had been like that. Always.

Ah..I was certain she would get humiliated when she found out I already shifted to Fine Arts. I knew myself deep inside I was an artist and not an academician. I'm really sorry mom. But drawing is a lot better than computing. Imagination was the limit. And mine is limitless.

To the point that I could see other beings. But it wasn't my imagination. Those were real. Freaking real! They DO exist.

Minsan isang beses, I told my mom I saw grandma. Her face turned white as snow. Namutla siya nang sobra. She was shocked then grossed out. She asked how could that be since her mother was already six feet under, ages ago. She died when she gave birth to my mom.

I did not understand though. I was too young then. When I turned ten, the time I had realized that I could see dead people. The reason why grandma looked different. She was pale. She was already dead. I cried a lot. Since that day I locked myself in a place where I knew I was accepted. In a world where I was the ruler of my own kingdom. In a world where I was loved by 'everyone'.

I became a sociopath. Ah..a deep word..I meant I became an introvert person. Afraid to have 'real' friends thinking they would reject me. And I hate that. My family's animosity towards me was enough. Another rejection was to much to bear. I was so scared to try. I did not talk to anyone. Even teachers asked me I did not respond. I just gave them a cold, blank stare. Yes I spoke but not to them. I was still making friends but with the wandering ghost I encountered, the Psyches. That's what I called them. At least they weren't judgemental. Unlike those people I knew.

There were just loitering around. For it was not yet the right time they would go up. Some were not very aware that they were already dead and needed to step into the light and go up where they truly belonged, in Heaven's Above. But most of them were vindictive ghost. Either they did have unfinished business or wanted to get even. They sought for justice.

And I brushed aside those kind..

As well as Spectres..

Ang mga Spectres.. nakakatakot sila. They were like human shadows. They were black as night. They were the most dangerous. They were hooded figures. They had ghastly faces. Piercing eyes. Wicked grin. And moved freely as they wished. Materialized then vanished into thin air. Parang kabute na bigla na lamang susulpot galing sa kung saan. They were so horrible!