Thorns Of Juliet

Symptom X

From the journal of Patient Sixteen written under the initials of TLN, CTL, CL, and H, dated in 28 of June 2001; voice recorded by Dr. Quirrero

T E N T H S Y M P T O M:

[Deep, fixated voice] ❝Something doesn't sounds right.❞

❝What?❞ [Pause] ❝What do you mean?❞ [Soft laugh from a woman]

❝Wait. Do you... even understand the root cause of all of this, Detective?❞ [Soft whisper] ❝Can you even entertain the idea of why it boils down to one of the unimaginable stunt a hopeless person can do?❞

[Screeching sound of a chair being dragged]

❝Is that your way of saying that you are innocent?❞

[Chuckles] ❝Doubt everything unsupported by evidence until its evidence convinces you of its truth. Second commandment, Detective.❞

[Heavy footsteps creaking distantly; a quiet giggle follows] [Distant male voice chattering in the background]

[Sound of the footsteps getting nearer]

❝Suit yourself, Doctor. I am not yet done with you.❞

[Beeps of the recording]

1

JULIET GROGGILY open her tired eyes, and was immediately greeted with a shadow of something heavy in her forehead that looms over her eyebrows. She confusedly lift her hand and touch her forehead, a soft, warm cloth meet her palm.

She get the white towel and look at it with a puzzled look. Her thin lips forms into a pout.

Am I sick? She innocently asks, putting the cold and wet towel beside her, without bothering to look around her surroundings.

She lazily gets up from the bed, her mind is in haze as her eyes stares blankly at nowhere. She let out a small yawn after a minute or two of dissociating, lifting her arms in the air-stretching.

Rubbing her eyes, she let out another soft yawn. She doesn't understand any of her thoughts or the voices inside her head, but all she can think about is the box of Coco Crunch and how to get it before Cylo could get it first.

She sloppily crawled out of the bed, her eyelids are still heavy for her to open it widely. But before she could ever set her foot on the tiled floor, she clumsily fell down on it.