Dark Nights For Bright Hearts~?

chapter 1- Diana Samberg

Lost in a maze of the past and the now~🌑
Diana Samberg

"Diana it's a bit fast don't you think? ", Sherman's voice went into deep whispers. I don't know what made his voice this low, was it the boisterous beats of the radio, or was it the clearly audible heart ones of my own? Either way it made no good of this situation.

I just got out of a nightclub where I found my boyfriend cheating on me. However, this is not the cherry on the top of this cake. I drank. A vision of the memory flashed before me, making my right leg press benzene further than I already was.

The dark atmosphere made it harder for my eyes that flashed with anger to focus on the road. In normal circumstances, my only concern would be safety, but this ain't no normal circumstance. Of course, driving home drunken after a heartbreak is nothing near normal.

Sherman's being, made no good either. He kept screaming and shouting for me to slow down, but as I said before, my heart beats and the music were louder than his womanly-like shrieks.

Suddenly, a small figure popped out of nowhere in front of the lit cylindrical sheen. My brain went blank. I didn't know how I thought, that's if I even was thinking. But anyway, my feet pressed break harder than I ever did, and before I knew it, the car went into halt. A breath hatched in the middle of my throat as my brain started processing what just happened.

I turned to face Sherman just to see the same copy of my look on his face. His trembling hand reached for the radio, and turned it off.

I shifted my blurry gaze to the road ahead of me. Nothing can be seen beside the darkness except smears of blood under the spot of the car light. A body of a thin man was laying down with red liquid all around him.

My mouth opened, but nothing went out. Not a scream of anger nor a whimper of guilt, just nothing. However, the state was the opposite with my eyes, for my tears fell down my cheeks hitting my chest with fierce.

My fingertips clasped around the handle of the door ready to go out, and check on the poor hit thing. But my intentions never came into actions due to Sherman's orders.

"What are you doing? ", he angrily asked. "Have you lost your mind? Go! Drive away! "

"What?", I finally found my voice, yes, it was shaky and lower than a murmur's, but still I found it. My brain couldn't comprehend his words, I don't know why exactly, maybe because of the amount of alkohol that floated my brain, or maybe because of the fear, guilt, and the other bundle of emotions that overwhelmed it.

"Drive! Drive! Go away!", he screamed angrily, putting the car into ignition for me.

With clouds of tears, I drove away knowing nothing about the man I hit or maybe worse, I killed.

"Honey, wake up ", I hear my mother's voice echoing its way up to my room.

Her delicate, yet high pitched voice brought me back to present time. I support my numb body on the bed by my elbows. With slow long steps, I manage my way to the bathroom.

Everything I do in my life -from leaving bed in the early morning to returning to it in the late night- has been a routine, I know by heart. Well, that is apart from killing people at midnights.

I shower, I dress, I eat, but nothing seems to take my mind from the horrifying truth. The truth that has been haunting me the past two months.

"So, how was you're morning Diana", my dad's words lighten up my face.

"Um, now that I see you it's nice"

He smiles. That smile. The smile that shout and yell 'I love you and will always do no matter what', little does he know that his daughter is a criminal. That smile always makes me realize how much of a disappointment I am to him and to my mom.

"Buna petite", mom says with the best French accent she can pull, putting plates before us.

Step
A bundle of heavy air tackles my lungs.

Step
Someone's watching me I feel it.

Step
I turn around.

And what I see is a half empty hall with Sherman rooted in the middle. My back quickly faces his smirk, and my legs speed their way towards the cafeteria.

It was lunch time when I felt a hand grasping mine. I turn around and never was shocked when I saw Sherman there. He let go of my elbow. 

"Hey, Diana, or should I say", still with his smirk that I feel a strong urge to slap, he pulled my arm from my side. I feel goosebumps as my head is abruptly close to his, very close. "Killer", his mint breath fans on my cheek.

I stand helpless replaying his words over and over again. Will I be free from the prison I put myself in, will I be free from the past?!

I guess no...

"So what now? You will blackmail me, again", I try to sound confident to hide my fear.

"You always get me", he winks. "Do you remember the homework, Mrs. Granch gave us, about that essay? How about you do it for me?"

I nod helplessly, and walk towards the cafeteria.

I heard footsteps trail behind me, but I didn't turn around. As I stood with my lunch, I saw Alex, my best friend, waving at me.

"Hey, Diana, I haven't seen you today, how have you been?", Alex says with a genuine smile. I don't know what had come into me, but I didn't reply not even with a smile.

"Diana, is everything okay, are you okay?", he asks worried. ""You know you can talk to me, you haven't been yourself since forever, what's up?"

I look at him blankly and take a deep breath. "I just wanna sometime alone", and I walk away leaving my lunch not having even a bite of it, as if like anything would change if I did.

"Diana, don't forget babe", Sherman yells with series of laughter following.  His punk friends laugh along with him.

No, I can't keep dealing with this anymore.

So, when I came back home, I dialed Alex's number, and once he picked up,

"I need to talk"

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