Pure-sue \ pər-ˈsü , -ˈsyü \

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I killed him! I killed them!

I fell on my knees as I realized what just happened.

I looked at the bloody room, on the lying bodies, on the knife, and on my hands full of blood. I stared blankly, cold and expressionless.

"Oh God! What have I done?" I gasped

I trembled.

My hands and knees are shaking. It is as if my energy has been sucked up to its limits.

Just at that, I remembered everything.

Tears suddenly fell on my eyes. My chest is beginning to hurt, my breath seems hard to catch, my head hurts with the sudden emergence of that tragic memory.

"How could I have done it? Im evil. Truly evil. I killed my parents." I muttered to myself.

My sanity is slowly slipping out of my hands.

I stared blankly while tears flowing rapidly from my eyes. Sophia is talking to me yet I cant hear anything from her. Everything became silent and blurry. My strength is fading away. Until I lost touched of what is happening.

But before I fully lost my consciousness, I saw a figure of a lady running towards me. I knew it wasnt Sophia as she was beside me. And at that everything became dark.

When I opened my eyes, I am already at an unfamiliar room. The room is painted with monochromatic colors of gray and black. The atmosphere is a little masculine, but the fragrance hints that this is a girl's room. I looked around the room, its clean and neat, a few make up accessories are on top of the powder mirror. The wardrobe is elegantly designed to accentuate the monochromatic theme of the room. It's made of glossy-like metal and tinted glass. The study table is neat with a shelf of books on it. Everything is nice aside from the slightly creepy voodoo dolls on the right corner of the room. I know they were handmade dolls. Its pretty impresive because they were made manually if not only of their spooky auras.

I sat on the bed and looked around trying to see some clues of who's room is it.

And I caught sight of the left corner of the room. Pictures were hung against it. They were my pictures from different angles. They were captured in different time frames. There were also pictures of Mr. Carnis, Anima and even Gist in there.

Now, this room is beginning to become mysterious.

Why are our pictures hung in here? Does somebody observe us from a distance? There was seemingly no one trailing us off before. At least as what I have remembered.

Who's room is this? And why does that person keep our pictures?

I tried to remember what happened before I lost my  consciousness. I saw a female figure running towards me. But I cant see her face because it was too blurry that time. Is she the one who brought me here?

But more than that, I couldnt shake the mem'ries of my childhood that resurfaced. The pain in me grows even deeper. Im trying to hold my tears but I cant. It wont stop so I just let myself be drowned in my tears.

And...t'was the moment the door opened. I wiped the tears with my fingers because it would be embarrassing if someone will see me like this.

"Psyche? You?" I was shocked. Was it she who brought me here? Is this her room?

"Are you okay now?" She asked gleefully. I was still trying to regain my composure because I really didnt expect this.

I stayed silent.

She must have noticed my discomfort so she just smiled.

"I guess, you wouldn't want me to know what happened."

That statement hit me. There's a hint of sadness in her tone

"Anyway, dinner is ready, come and join us" she said trying to be cheerful.

"Ahh---Psy--" I stuttered.

She looked at me confusedly.

"Do you need something?" She asked

Hell, what am I doing. I told myself.  Ugh, come what may. I have to strike a conversation so that it wouldn't get awkward. The fact that I stayed in her room is already as awkward and embarrassing as it is.

"Uhm...how did you get me here?"

She was taken aback at that. As if she wasn't expecting me to ask that. Oh no, I made things even more awkward.

Ahh--uhm...she panicked at that.

"I mean...thank you for saving me." I huffed. I figured she doesn't want to talk it out so I diverted it.

"Ahh-- you're welcome." She hushed.

"Let's go. My parents are already waiting for us." At that, she walked as swift as the wind.

I could only watch her back.

Although there is something fishy going on, I could only shrugged it off as I heed to follow Psyche.

As soon as I reach the table, her mother greeted me with a warm smile.

"Come Lex, let's eat. I prepared your favorite leg part fried chicken and different sorts of dishes." Indeed, she prepared a festive dinner.

"Thank you Aunt. But how did you know that that's my favorite?" I asked quizzically

"Ahhh that! Psyche told me that this is your favorite." She smiled. "Come, grab a seat and let's eat."

I gave a shrimpy smile. I was puzzled. I am sure that I have not told anyone of my favorites nor shared any personal-related things about myself. I hated the idea of sharing my privacy to others even to my friends. So it would be impossible that Psyche would know this.

This is getting more confusing.

I wanted to ask Psyche how did she knew about it. This may seem like a trivial matter but I feel that there is something more to it.

"Lex?" Psyche huffed. "Is there any problem? Do you not want the food?"

That brought me to my senses.

Ahh...no. I'm okay. Im just happy because it has been ages since I last ate my favorite.

At that, I took a seat and started to dig in.

I tried to shake the thoughts in my mind.

Ahh--maybe Im just overthinking it. Trying to make myself believe to it to resolve my inner conflict.