The Murderer's Love Story

Phase 1

PHASE 1

THE ACCIDENTAL MEETING

It was a bright morning, indeed; brighter than I ever knew since I entered at this place. No, it wasn't me who wanted to be here. It was them who forced me. Perhaps they thought it was the best thing for me as what they mistakenly knew of what had happened. I walked slowly towards the small bench under the acacia tree and there I sat. It was eight o'clock in the morning but the sun's heat soothed my skin that I seemed to burn. It appeared like 'he' was smiling at me murderously. A pregnant sinister smile plastered my face too. "What a complement it seems", I thought. This day revealed the biggest irony of my past.

When I turned my gaze at the left side of me, I saw a pair dancing with music that only the two of them could hear. They looked happy together in their white gowns flowing as the wind blew. They never mind at all. They had a world of their own. Then, they sat on one of the benches too. She combed his hair using her fingers as she kept on humming melodiously. A memory two years ago appeared on my thought as I continued looking at them. My heart began to pumped faster that I was already catching my breath. I closed my eyes tightly and laid back on the tree. I was about to burst into tears again...again.

I get off from my bed hurriedly when I heard the noise outside. I ran down the staircase but stopped on the last three steps. Why should I be excited? It was only him who came back. There was no way for me to be excited. Kirby was just a past acquaintance. I was about to turn my back when a familiar baritone voice called me.

"Karah", he exclaimed. "Where are you going?"

I wanted to face him but I forced myself not to.

"Aren't you going to give your bestfriend a welcome back hug?” he continued.

Yeah, my bestfriend. But that was seven years ago. He was no more my best friend. Ex-bestfriend. Yes, that was the right term.

"Karah, how are you?". He asked me as he embraced me tightly with my back facing to him. His breath traveled from my neck down to the tip of my toes like a bolt of heat that started to electrify my entire body. I shivered from the realization. I never knew he could draw me near that fast.

"I missed you. Did you miss me too?”

I wanted to pretend that I wasn't interested with his homecoming but his presence and the fact that I badly missed him melted the hardest steel that I purposely caged with my soft heart. No words could utter how much I missed him. He was the only friend that I had. Could I just let myself lost him again? Not anymore! Not ever! So, I hurriedly turned my back and hugged him so tight. A familiar feeling reacquainted me; the feeling of security and acceptance. How great it was to home. Home again in his arms. No man had ever made me feel safe and belonged like that of Kirby.

Before he had come my way, they considered me as a loner, snob and weird. I never used to have friends like any other girl of my age usually had. Many had tried to get close to me but I chose to stay away. I refused every invitation. I always rejected every friend request. For me, there was no use of pleasing everybody. I was sick and tired of pleasing the people around me. Wondering why I am like this?

It happened a long time ago, when I was five years old, after my father's death. He was the only one who gave me comfort; the ever most care a child could ever need from his/her parents. My mother? She never cared at all. She was cold at me. I couldn't even remember that she dared to touch me, help me whenever I am down. She did not even attend my graduation during my kindergarten and put on my medals and ribbons. She was no mother to me. It was my father alone who always gave me the confidence and moral support. And so with with my father. She was no wife at all. She didn't even cook for him, ironed his clothes and put up his tie whenever he went to the office. It was as if we did not existed in her world. Until that stupid car accident.