Chapter 1 The Intruder

It was Friday afternoon when I was asked by my teacher to return a book in the library. When I was about to enter the library, I heard two voices inside. I thought it was the librarian or some students. But I was mistaken because nobody is inside the library at that time. I was so scared while holding the book, but when I reached the shelf to return the book, I saw something on the floor near the comfort room. Despite being scared, I managed to go nearer to find out what is on the floor, it was a key. It was different from the normal key that I used to see because it was color red. I don't know what does it mean, but I still kept it inside my pocket and hurriedly went outside, to my surprised I heard someone's laugh. It was a very quick and weird laugh. And I don't have any idea what it was.

When I arrived home, I took out the key from my pocket and put it on the top of my diary. I changed my clothes and then I took a bath for a while. While inside the bathroom, I heard some footsteps from my room. I closed the faucet and try to hear who is inside. I called my mom if she was there inside my room, but no one answered me. Then, I continue what I am doing because I am very hungry at that time.

Every evening, I love to eat three pairs of tuna sandwiches and drink either lemon juice or orange juice for my dinner. When I was about to go upstairs and write something from my diary, I heard my mom's voice and she's talking to someone. I look for her, and I found her talking to someone at the front door. I can't see her face but I can hear her voice. She sounds so scared that it makes me feel so scared also. She's asking for help and according to her, I am the only one who can help her. That was the time I came in and asked her about it.

"What do you want from me?"

"You! You are the one who took it from me!" she shouted with a terrible voice.

"What? Me? Sorry, but I don't know what are you talking about."

"How dare you!" she slapped me.

"How dare you too! Who came here in our house, asking for help, and then you will slap me? Who do you think you are?" I replied desperately.

"It is because you took it from me! You took my life, my only chance to live!"

"What? I don't understand. Will you please try to explain it to me? I didn't take anything from you."

She's going to slap me but here comes the policemen and they try to pull her out, and she kept on shouting my name.

"Celine! You will pay for this! You will die!"

I am so worried about it, even my mom. How did she know my name? I don't even know her. My mom hugged me tight and that was the time I cried so much because of fear.

I was known to be a simple girl with a brave heart. I can even trade my life just to save my dad but it's too late, we lost him 2 years ago from a car accident. It was a rainy afternoon, while we are on our way home from a trip; we are being hit by a huge truck. Dad tried to pull over, but it's too late, I saw a man from the woods holding a gun and he's trying to kill my dad. I tried to cover my dad, but he pushes me away, that is why we ended up hanging on the bridge. That time when I woke up, I tried to shout for help but no one dares to help us, maybe they can't hear us because of the heavy rain. My mom opened the window and she tried to push me out, but I told her she must go first. Since she is bigger than me, she can pull me out. My mom agreed but when she was about to pull me out the car moves and my dad shouts in pain. I looked at him and saw a lot of blood on his chest. It was a shot from a gun. We tried to pull dad out of the car, but it keeps on moving. I remembered my phone inside my chest pocket. I called my aunt and asked for help. Luckily, the rescue team came over and help us. We saved dad from being burn inside that car, but we didn't save his life after that.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" my mom asked.

"Yes, mom. I just remember dad. I missed him so much."

"Everything will be fine. Just go to your room now and have a rest."

Every night, I always turn off the light before going to bed. But for now, I don't know what push me not to turn it off. Maybe because of what had happened a while ago.