Premonition

There's a monster, a knife, and a man. The hard gasping creates a white puff amid the cold night as the light from the full moon makes its way to the masquerading shadow of the man. Blood was dripping from the smeared knife as it falls to the ground.

Is it just my imagination or I felt that the heat of my skin gradually turns cold? The adrenaline rushing through my veins before is now gone. My muscles won't move an inch.

I stood in front of him in awe as he turns his direction towards me. His eyes are brooding, a blank expression, with his hair plastered down to his eyes making it more intimidating like a void that is going to engulf you. It was until now, a chill strike to my spine, an exaggerated feeling that I never felt before, fear.

Looking back, I have not seen through behind that innocent look of what he truly is. And now, I must do what must be done.

A stuttering bulb wakes her up. Her weary eyes opened slowly and glance at the light.

“Dumb fuck.” She swore in low voice.

On the right corner, there's a table, her notes were a mess as she spends studying late last night. Pages of the book were folded, creases paper lays on the ground and even the lamp is turned on. She could already tell that the bill will shake off her wallet.

When she headed out the room, Kate saw Mia carrying a handful of clothes, even she's downstairs she could hear her heavy gait. Kate followed her to the bathroom, clothes were sprawled on the floor, others were hanging on the washing machine.

"You up early?" Kate asked. She throws a glance at her clothes laying on the ground. She seems to be disconcerted as she speaks up but regain back her composure as she continues to do her bidding.

"Uhm, yeah. Just need to make sure that there will be no heavy chores greets me when I come home."

"Alright then.”

In the past few years, they lived together, Kate already knows that something is going on with his sister, the poker face, her unusual change routine, the way her attitude change, she wasn't like this at all. Mia is the kind of person who doesn't want to get involved unless it’s necessary. She is an odd kid but could be entertaining sometimes.

"Is something bothering you?" Kate asked.

"Nothing. It just I don't have enough sleep last night. But I'll survive."

"Hey, are you by any chance okay if I came late tonight?"

"Are you going to Jane's party?"

"Yes. If you don't mind."

"Of course. You've been working hard, so I guess a good party will do good."

"Are you sure?" Kate moves forward to see Mia's reaction.

"I'm gonna be fine. Trust me, no one can hurt me. I'm a witch, remember?"

"I'm not talking about that. I'm worried you might..."

"Do you want me to change my mind?"

"No, no. I'm not gonna say anything anymore."

"And why are you asking my permission? You're the older one here, you have the authority." She raised her voice, not too loud but deep enough to imply that she's getting annoyed.

"Well, I'm your sister. I guess you have the right to know what I'm doing. We have only each of us now."

"Ah-huh. Family, eh? You sure have the guts to say that in front of my face when you can't even visit our parents grave." Mia stares blankly at her.

Kate stuttered; her shoulder began to shrug as she just now remembers that yesterday was her parent’s death anniversary.

"I'm so sorry if I forgot about it. I was busy."

"Busy, flirting with another guy?"

Kate's eyes widened.

"Yeah, I know. You always do this, looking for another toy to sugarcoat your ego. Why can't you just face and accept it?"

"I guess I'm not as strong as you think I am."

"And does that justify why you're trying to avoid by toying with other people? First is Brandon, then that hippie-looking guy?"

"What do you want me to do? You want me to wallow in grief?"

"Yes, for five years you spent your life numbing yourself, diverting your attention with a part-time job, and pretending that everything is normal."

"I am trying to be strong now that they're dead. I am doing this for us to survive. Can't you see it? I think I deserve some slack."

"Fine, do whatever you want." Mia shoves her way out to the bathroom, I’ve never seen her like this, she despises drama. "I wish my uncle is here."

After that, Kate washes her face as she stares at the mirror. She took a deep breath and pursue on. For a second, her reflection became distorted into a twisted smile the moment she leaves.

The light of the moon phase through the cloud and onto the cold air towards the ground. The leaves dances as a breeze came by.

Van pulled closer his leather jacket as he silently watches over Tim and the others listening to the jokes.

"You see Lester if you gonna hit a girl don't mention any women as it implies a comparison to her side making her think that she's just a rebound."

Tim lectured as if he ever had a serious relationship before.

"Well, I did compliment her. I even put an effort to make a poem for her."

"A poem that doesn't even have a rhythm and neither a rhyme," Boston said as he patted his back. Raymond on the other hand puts a distance between them as if he's embarrassed by them.

"I don't know anything about hitting woman, but it makes me cringe that you have to put too much trouble making an unrhymed poem. You should have said it straight to the point 'Hello sexy blonde cheerleader, I think you and I are compatible, are you willing to have coitus with me?' "

"Whoa, whoa! That is not how you talk to a woman, Raymond. You should not treat them like an object." Tim lectured at Raymond.

"First of all, I don't see a woman as an object. Second, isn't that the point of having a relationship? To juggle those sack of balls and create a living specimen according to the presumable agreement of your status quo?"

All of them, except Raymond raise their brows as what they have heard that came out from his mouth.

"You realized that you'll get a lawsuit if you do that, right? Do you even know the concept of right or wrong?" Boston asks Raymond.

"Yes, but I think it is not relatable on reproduction." Raymond coldly said.

"Yes, it is. The reason why I'm hitting that girl is that I like her."

"Huh? Well, I thought... that objective of your concept of hitting is the same as Tim?"

Tim looks at him with his expression trembling.

"Uh, no. Our style is different if that’s what you’re trying to say."

"Weird. The last time I saw you successfully laid to a girl, you ghosted her."

Realizing what he just said, the gang’s eyes laid to Tim. He averted it, and then they focus back their attention to Raymond.