Oculus Manor: Home For The Outcasts

Prelude

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Gates of Hell

All come to the gates of hell

No patron can guide you to righteousness
Where sinners often dwell;
It's a place for asylum

All the opposed and Devil's pawns,
Gather to start the ritual
Where it starts dusk till dawn,
All in the gates of hell

All who are lost,
All who are outcasts
Seems unfazed of the cause
They all seemed to keep coming back to the gates of hell

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"We are fashioned creatures, but half made up"

― Victor Frankenstein, Frankenstein

"So tell me, Ivy. Were you the only one who witnessed Simon Oscars' body lastnight under the bridge?"

Hindi ako mapakali

The place was silent as a ghost town. Nothing but the aircondition groaned to invade the small, concave room. The white walls and neatly stacked up books in the shelves made the room too sterile for my sanity. I fidgeted in my seat. Bleach and antibacterial sprays stung my nostrils from the intense OCD vibes. Hindi dapat ako kabahan. This place is just a normal clinic. But even from the plushed cushions and the laidback, typical Elvis Presley's "Can't help falling in love" song fleeting in the background, it wasn't as near as calming

Ano mang sulok ng maliit na kwartong ito ay hindi naligtas sa pagsuyod ng aking paningin.

Then my eyes perked from the repetative clicking of Dr. Harlow's fancy ballpoint pen, giving me the conception of annoyance from the plethora of unanswered questions he asked me. I wasn't planning on uttering words, instead waiting till the clock strucks to 8. Gusto ko na talagang umuwi, ngunit mukhang walang balak si Dr. Harlow paalisin ako hangga't hindi ko pa sinasagot ang mga nagbabaga niyang tanong.

Masyado akong wala sa sarili nang narinig ko siyang bumuntong hininga bago hampasin ang mesa para makuha ang atensyon ko "Nakikinig ka ba sakin?"

I sucked my breath with my teeth "Yes. I-I think so"

Hinilamos niya ang kaniyang mukha bago ako hinarap gamit ang matatalas niyang mata na nakatago sa salamin "Ivy, this is not a joke. The evidence is all pointing at you. "

"I told you already! Hindi ako ang pumatay kay Simon! Why would I kill my own bestfriend? That's like treason for Pete's sake"

Bumuntong hininga nanaman siya at nilapag ang kanina pang notepad at pen na mahigpit niyang hawak. Psh, parang pinaparating niya na ako nga talaga ang pumatay. Fuck him, and everyone. They weren't even there to witness it! Umiwas ako ng tingin dahil sa mga nagbabadyang luhang tumatakas sa mata ko.