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IN THE DARK Chapter 3


{ β˜€οΈ Being Lonely and Dumb πŸŒ€ }


β˜€οΈ CHAPTER 3 β˜€οΈ

😲 Her Wish 🀭

🍭 EVA 🍭

I sat in the basement and wept bitterly.

I’m all alone now.

No parents to care for me and give me everything I need.

I heard the police sirens and I felt so angry.

That are all incompetent fools!

They’re just arriving when Rex had gone, long minutes ago.

I hissed angrily and laid on the floor.

I started hearing voices but I cared less.

I ain’t gonna come out to give them any statements.

I don’t want to even see my parents dead body again.

The sight is gonna make me throw up.



My tears weren’t doing anything, it wasn’t helping.

It’s even better I don’t cry.

I need to be strong.
I need to be tough for the future.

I heard different noises and finally, it died down.

The basement is more like like a small house.

There’s a bed, a wardrobe, couches, air condition, the floors are tiled, there’s a big plasma television and a decoder and there’s even a small refrigerator.

There’s also a door in the basement that leads to the kitchen and another door to the bathroom and toilet.

The basement is dark because the lights are out and the windows are closed.

We don’t usually come here.

Infact, I’ve been to the basement only twice because dad wanted to show me some things.

Dad was never for once secretive. He always told I and mom every of his secrets.

Even where his important documents of his houses and companies are, I know where he kept them.

He kept it in a brief case and the password was my birth date.

He kept it up in the basement ceiling.

Thinking about that, I climbed a stool and checked up the ceiling and found out that the briefcase was there and still intact.

I breathed a sigh of relief.



I woke up with a pounding headache.

I groan loudly as I squinted my eyes opened and held my aching head.

I dragged my self up from the bed and walked to the light switch.

I switched on the light and the place became bright.

I’m gonna start living here.



I cleaned the basement and it became dust free and sparkly clean.

It glittered.

Even if I was pampered a lot, mom didn’t fail to teach me important house chores.

Sweeping, mopping, dusting and even cooking.

I arranged all my clothes in my luggage and wheeled it to the basement.

Then, I transferred foodstuffs from the main kitchen to the basement.

I also took other necessary things I needed to the basement.

My backpack, books and jewelries weren’t left out.

After I had settled down completely, I went to the bathroom and had my bath and also brush my teeth.

When I was done with everything, the time was past eleven am in the morning.

Not having the appetite to eat, I climbed onto the bed.


What’s my life gonna be like from now on?

How I’m I gonna cope without a father or even a mother?

I need to survive!

I need to stay strong!

Throughout that day, I didn’t eat or do anything. Just curled up at a corner in the basement and wept.

I made sure I switched off the lights and everywhere was dark.

I feel safe that way.

I feel that nobody’s gonna see me and harm me.

I’m gonna be safe that way.



Days turned into weeks and I still haven’t left the basement.

I haven’t even taken my bath.

I’ve been curled up there and mourning over my dead parents.

Reminiscing all about our lives together.

Our happy days together.

Our fun days together.

I clutched a frame picture of my parents and I together to my chest and wept bitterly.

I missed them so much.

I don’t think I’ll want to come out from this place.

I’m scared!

I’m scared that if I should come out, I’m gonna get killed.

My three friends had called me countless times and I haven’t for once answered the call.

The police and some person’s have been coming over to the house and doing what I don’t know.

I’m pretty sure they don’t know I’m still alive and even in the house.

My teacher and some students had come over but they all left when nobody answered them.

The death of my parents were even announced on almost all the stations on TV.

It was aired for a week.



I didn’t go to school again.

I promised myself not to cry too.

But that doesn’t mean I’ve gotten over the death of my parents.



I’ve turned into a mess.

I look like a living corpse.

After staring at my messy self on the mirror, I decided to start taking care of myself.

I brushed my teeth and had a clean and thorough bath.

Then, I wore an all black outfit.

I went to the kitchen and prepared noodles.

I ate and went to bed.

I was already so skinny.

I emaciated greatly.

I couldn’t believe I was that once pretty, ever vibrant and smiling girl.

Now, I look scary and unkept.



Ever since my parents died which was three weeks ago, I wasn’t able to sleep again.

I suddenly had insomnia.

It’s either I’m curled up at a corner in the dark or I’m sitting on the window, gazing at the stars twinkle in the sky.

As I stared at the twinkling stars, I suddenly had the urge to make a wish.

According to my parents, wishes do come true.

“Stare up at the stars and make your wish.

And most importantly, believe!” My dad would always say.

But I didn’t put much thought into it.

But today, I felt like wishing for something.

I stared up at the twinkling stars, placed my palm together and closed my eyes.

I breathed in and out softly and made sure my nerves were calm.

“I wish that I’m able to get vengeance for the death of my parents!

My parents death wouldn’t be in vain.

Even if I’m not there, let the man who killed my parents suffer treacherously.” I wished.


I wish her wish comes trueπŸ˜”πŸ˜”πŸ˜’.

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