Trial 21: Morning Surprise

The fourth week of my training proceeded with great results. At least that's what I thought because Dashiell didn't say anything. Usually, when he leaves comments, they're negative except for what happened last Monday, when he said I did well for the very first time. Anyway, thank goodness, it's Friday; no training tomorrow. Hmm... I wonder how I will spend my 2-day off. I'm contemplating this because my past weekends weren't spent well for all I did was eat and sleep. It goes to show how I'm beaten due to this training. If only getting stronger is easier said and done, I wouldn't have to undergo this intense training. Oh! Well, it's as Dashiell said, nothing's easy in this life. Still, I hope I don't have to train like crazy so I can continue living a normal life, but thinking about everything that my mom told me regarding the past, I feel like I never really lived a normal life.

-Sigh-

It's all thanks to that Dr. Foley bitch. Anyway, I wish there's at least one thing that's easy in this life but alas, that's not the case and it will never be.

Back to my concern, I don't want to limit spending this weekend to just sleeping and eating. I miss going out to shop for my stuff and occasionally hang out with my colleagues. Speaking of them, I miss them too especially Bianca. I wonder how they are doing. I hope they're doing fine. I can't help but worry about how they're hanging onto the duties I left on them. I am the head of the department, but here I am scooped inside this bunker. Wait, job? duties? I just remember; how is it going to be when we finish this mission? Can I still go back to my job? Before that, what if we fail to defeat Dr. Foley? What if I fall into his filthy hands? Oh my gosh, everything feels crazy! Thinking about this sticky situation, I feel as if my head will break. Whatever, I'll just sleep. I'll think about this first thing in the morning when I'm awake.

Morning came and I woke up earlier than the past weekends since I started training. I fixed my bedding then I headed to the bathroom to gargle and wash my face. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I noticed that something new is inside my bedroom. I thought that my eyes were playing with me, but when I got closer to the object, I realized that an electric piano is what occupies some space in my bedroom. This could either be Dashiell's or Mr. Thomas' doing. Regardless, I'm really happy because having this piano here made me realize how I will spend this weekend. I should head to the dining room and let everyone know how grateful I am for this especially Mr. Thomas and Dashiell.

Heading to the dining table, I'm happily skipping. When I got there though, Dashiell was not around. According to mama, she woke up seeing him packing some foods and bottled waters. Mama also said that Dashiell left afterward and that he won't be back until dinner. Hearing so, made me lose my happy expression, but I let things proceed as they should and ate with everyone.

After breakfast, I chased after Mr. Thomas and asked him if he was the one who ordered the electric piano for me, but he said that it wasn't him. He added that he didn't ask anyone to order the electric piano for me and suggested that Dashiell probably did it. At that point, I voiced to Mr. Thomas that I want to thank Dashiell for what he did so I need to know if he has any idea of his whereabouts. Mr. Thomas chuckled and told me that he's unsure, but he thinks that Dashiell might have visited that someone he usually visits whenever he's free. Before I could ask more questions, Mr. Thomas waves his hands and says, "That's why I told you last time to try talking to my son often. Before dinner, go to and wait at the common entrance of our bunker. That way, you'll have a chance to have a good talk with my son, or if you want, go to his room after dinner."

Mr. Thomas winks at me after telling me those.

I went back to my bedroom to begin practicing on my new electric piano. I spent the day practicing and eating in between when it's time for it.

Before six in the evening, I went to the common entrance of this bunker to wait for Dashiell's comeback. I waited for him there until half-past six, but he didn't arrive yet so I decided to proceed to the dining table. I thought that Dashiell must have used the other entrance that's why we didn't meet.

Upon reaching the dining table, Dashiell wasn't there, and again, I felt a little sad.

When dinner is over, I immediately went back to my bedroom to do my nightly beauty routine. When I'm done, I reached out for my phone and sent Dashiell a message. I waited for a few minutes for his reply, but nothing came so I laid on my bed, trying to put myself to sleep. I don't think I can sleep any soon, because there's still something I haven't done; I haven't thanked Dashiell yet. Besides, I feel uneasy about his absence. How come everyone especially Mr. Thomas isn't even tensed about this?

-Sigh-

That's it, I'm going to Mr. Thomas's room.

I rolled out of my bed and swiftly sprinted out of my bedroom only to bump my head into something firm. I groaned in pain. So did the one I bumped into.

Looking up, I see the one I bumped into, and happiness welled inside me.