Warning: Errors! Grammatical errors!
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"An invitation?" I ask Assistant Hienna, without even looking at her.
"Yes, young lady."
"Leave it right there."
I took a quick glance of the gray letter envelope given to me by Assistant Hienna, moving my eyes away from my notepad's screen. There's a logo of my old school in high school, Academia Royale, engraved in gold. But then, after seeing it, I returned my gazed to my work.
Goosebumps.
Every time I saw something related to my old high school days, all of the tiny hairs on my body turned to react. Because every time I remember those rotten old days, everything about it sucks like hell. Its no good to reminisce those anyways. So why bother to remember it all.
"Tsk. What kind of invitation are, yah? Seems like, they were inviting me to hell huh." I murmured as I leaned my back resting it on my recliner chair.
I reached for the envelope, scented with lavender, placed on the top of the files of folders I've already done checking. The scent made me frowned like I'm disgusted to it before finally opening the enveloped. There's a squared piece of paper inside that also has a scent.
Like the hell, seriously? Why's everything needs to be scented? It'll never changed the fact that they has hidden awfull smell to begin with.
"Miss Viennie Ocampo, you are invited to celebrate the reunion of the 7th Academia Royale Batch of 2013, to remember and cherished the old times with old friends and acquaintances. On the 12th day of December, 9 in the evening, at Hymno Paraiso Hotel. We expect to see you there. God bless... Blah blah blah. How absurd is this. They didn't even knew what my real name is before typing it in this trash." I read it aloud while forming a lopsided smile on my lips.
Inviting me means a lot of preparation for them. This might be planned, but who knows. I'll might ruin that plan of theirs anyway.
Should I go and greet them?
"Hmm... They must missed me." I wickedly said, while staring at my reflection on my mini mirror table.
I saw my wicked smile in the mirror. My thin lips covered with a matte lipstick in blood color. Eyes were beautiful, enchanting, yet mysteriously dangerous. Gray eyes, nearly white, it insecure a lot of bitches. Nose line were visible, and I don't need a surgery for it. Jawlines were outlined, visible enough to show its sculpted perfections.
It's a goddess figure, that nearly killed me.
Being beautiful could kill you.
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No...
I exclaimed to myself but I couldn't utter a word.
My hands were shaking, my palms were sweating. I feel numb. I feel helpless. If this is what they called dying, then I hate it.
I'm scared of it.
And if I'm about to die any seconds from now, maybe I cannot argue with the ripper and accept this kind of pity fate I have.
I should have tell them the truth about my real identity at the first page. Maybe if I've done it before, my fate would differ. Maybe they would have accepted me.
Or maybe not.
Its been days, I guess. Or maybe a week already, since I got stuck inside this box. Got stuck myself inside? That's ridiculous. They put me inside this box. A terrifying box.
A terrifying man-sized box that any living person couldn't imagine to have while still alive. A horrible kind of box that a living person feared just by looking at it. And what's more than the worst feeling of being scared if a living person was inside a coffin?
A literal coffin.
And the worst feeling than being scared I'm facing right now? Death, maybe. But it turns out that I felt calm even with the thought of dying inside a coffin.
And another thing is, I only know that I am inside a coffin but not exactly where I am. My exact location here in the woods.
Its been days already and it makes me sick of thinking about living if I'm about to cut my breath inside this thing. And the thought of nearly to death already crept inside my head and accepted it as the fact of this situation.
The reality I'm facing.
I'm dying.
I'm still breathing but its already fading and its getting worst.
Its a matter of fact that its a miracle that I survive inside this box without food and clean water. I only had a water to feed myself when it rains. Even a drop of it satisfied me already. And that I survive inside this thing without lights at night and only a peek of sunlight from its small hole. The only entrance I had for an air to breath.
Every once in a while, sleeping was my only escape. I slept for hours thinking without a thing or ignoring the fact that I may die while I'm asleep. Even shouting out for help already faded as well as my voice.
And now, my body already weakened.
Thinking about someone to come over this woods, search for me, hoping if I'm still alive, already faded as well as together with my hopes. I may have a friend of mine but that friend I trust my whole life is a lie.
A camouflage.
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Closing my eyes, near to sleep, again, I heard rustling of leaves everywhere. And I know that it wasn't a wind because the sounds of it were forced. And then there's a sudden sound of dogs barking from some place near this hell.
People?
"Go look everywhere!"
Its more like the seed of a tiny hope inside my chest suddenly sprouted.
Are they here to look for me?
My heart skipped a beat when the noise nearly approached to where I am.
"I found something down here! Quick!"
Did they found me already?
***
"You're lucky enough to survive Viennie Ocampo. Or should I call you, Vienna Maudine Capulet?" I raised my left eyebrow, my eyes were stuck at my own reflection.
I'm really lucky to survive.
So maybe I should thank them about not killing me completely that time of my worst nightmare.
"I should see them and thank them in person. After all, their my friends. They must missed me so much."