Sweetly Psychotic (On hold)

Prologue

Dreams are more powerful than realities~

----------

Wee-ow! Wee-ow!

A White coloured ambulance slowly backed towards the polished carved mahogany doors of the Blackheart family. Their huge mansion made of white bricks and charcoaled framed windows of 10, stared their tinted glasses over the vast garden.

Two helpers brought out the stretcher, a man lying unconscious on it, as it got pulled in the van. The Blackhearts stood at the entrance, watching on with grim faces, as the van disappeared from their sights. The family's potential saver hysterically went after their son in another, the doors of the car closing behind them.

The Blackhearts looked on with a solemn face knowing it was unlikely that yet another benefactor was going to come back again.

"Goodbye," a soft voice sang out in the dead-depressed silence, " I hope you find a dead bride for your son soon."

A young woman no more than 25 stood on the large porch waving a handkerchief dramatically in a classic manner of farewell. Her pale lips lifting upwards into a half-smirk as she turned, stuttering back into the house.

All five sighs escaped from five mouths. The man in his 60s felt so worn out, even with his branded suit, with a tie fixed around his neck, while the woman similar age to the man, had a haggard appearance, with the neat bun which had come undone.

Another couple stood to the side with their son, all three wearing identical blank expressions, knowing it was an everyday occurrence.

"Come along inside Harry." The woman pulled her son inside while her husband looked on with empty eyes.

"She is going to make me die of anger!" Benjamin Blackheart, the head of the family roared in anger.

"Oh my! Hush now darling, or you are going to get bed-ridden again." Freya Blackheart placed a supporting hand on her husband to calm him down.

"Bed-ridden? BED-RIDDEN?!?!! This time I am going straight to the grave!" There was no change in his voice but rose instead.

Freya Blackheart shot a look at her eldest child. Bleiz Blackheart sighed at his misfortune, as his mother gave him the look to sort things out with his troublesome little sister.

The old couple went inside, while Bleiz stood staring ahead, agonizing whether to muster up the efforts and go talk some sense into her again.

Sitting lazily on the baby blue covered bed, Oleander drowned in the music which blasted from her headphones, stared at the laptop screen in fascination. It was one of the days in which her favourite Korean drama was showing. Sadly, the interruption of guests ruined her time and it was almost night, so she was waiting for the episode to get uploaded.

Just thinking about it made Oleander grind her teeth into powder. Biting the tip of her nails, she spoke in a teasingly dark tone, "Maybe I should have not done that."

"Thankfully you know it was wrong." Bleiz heard her as he entered the room. 

Oleander sat up straight, taking the headphones out she beamed at her older brother. "Brother! Want to go and get some icecream? I have been dying to try out BeanWaffle Cafe. They have the best ice cream flavours, well so I have heard.'