A/N: Welcome! If you occasionally enjoy some good humour and can take jokes, this is the story for you. Written in British English spelling.

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Preface

I never did expected that one day those alluring features of his would actually notice me. All I knew was that she was in the way, but she couldn't block his long gaze from over her shoulder. She can never stop me. His captivating eyes penetrated mine, as I entered his bedchamber. Silence devoured the atmosphere. I took a further step in.

She held out her arm – straight as a ruler – as she took aim of her target, making me completely restraining any more further movement. Tension was exaggerating more and more as the silence shrouded the whole large room. Only the great pounding of our heartbeats can be heard. Louder...how our heart beats faster than the ticking of the watch.

Anger - hate - revulsion. I knew that if she had withdrawn, I would return the favour to her instead - twice.

My eyes then shifted to observe the weapon she possessed. It was nothing crucial, just a handgun. A branded one too. The black shiny top reflected the revulsion that was undeniably tainted on her visage. Twisted hate, and uncontrollable anger - both blended together, creating a nauseating emotion.

I took another glance over her shoulder to take a last look at him. Was he just going to stand there by his bed and watch me meet my end? It was the final threshold that decides everything - every last corner of the aspect. I was careless.

And as my sight moved back to the insane woman, her pointer finger had concurrently - slowly, very cautiously...pulled the trigger.


REWIND!


Chapter 1

Imperceptible Notions

"Stop it!" I cried out. I could just blow up into a thousand shrilling pieces now. Though my company did nothing but idly swaying the bloodstone above my head. It surged as the gold thread that secured the gem ubiquitously oscillated. It was an abomination.

"Why? Can't little girl take a little joke?" The assertive figure teased, pinching the edge of the fastener.

It's not funny, Desira!" I leaned forward and forcefully grasped the bloodstone away from the tomboy, being careful not to detach the stone from its line.

"Yes it is. L-O-S-E-R!" She jested smugly and shaped an L using her thumb and pointer, bringing it close to her forehead. "You're lamer than I thought."

I securely clenched the stone in my hand as I watched the impish girl leaving the room. My face was twisted with vague sadness and unspoken anger. A single droplet formed and gradually lined down the contour of my round cheeks and fell just below my chin, staining the paper beneath me.

The necklace my mother had given me was something really precious to lose. Desira had seized the pendant away when I was brushing my black top which had diminutive eraser bits on it. I had left the pendant on my desk. And my current disposition had left me to isolate myself from the outside world, making me weak to my opponent. Desira had always been the school's bully. Except for the fact that she will get away with it no matter what and how many reports regarding her were launched.

The bell had just gone, and I was the last to leave the aqua painted classroom. I was zipping my shoulder bag to leave before I was unexpectedly interrupted.

"Are you alright Emily?" A suddenly voice trailed off from behind me. I stiffened before rapidly turning to see my lecturer, Miss Wilton standing at my rear with her face filled with delusion. Her sable hair partially covered her visage. I quickly wiped off the traces of water stains on my cheek, "Yes...it's nothing."

Wilton gently placed a hand on my small shoulder, "it's okay. I understand how it is to lose the ones you love the most."

"No, I..."

"Shhh it's okay." She hushed, putting a finger on her lips. "It is a difficult situation. I too couldn't take it when my father left. It was really devastating."

I heaved a defeated sigh. My teacher's erratic misconception had left me rather speechless. My little encounter with the school intimidator was now mistakenly apprehended for a grief. Surely I had had a great loss, but that wasn't the case at the moment. Wilton gave me a little pat on the back before turning around, leaving me to the tranquil of the bare classroom. At that, I picked up my bag's suspender and hung it around my shoulder.

Outside, I was waiting for my transport. I was restless. It was a fairly hot day and there was no considerable shelter. I would constantly glance at my black strapped wristwatch. After what seemed moments of bored rigid waiting, a blue van had finally arrived and stopped just aside the pavement. Finally.

I yanked the front door latch open, adding little excessive strength. "What's wrong?" The driver asked. Concern imbued her tone. "Oh, nothing Aunt Lily. I'm just tired, that's all."

"If there's anything wrong, tell me. I know it's hard to lose them. But you can't stay like that forever."

That's it. I've had enough. First my science teacher, and now my aunty – what's wrong with the unfathomable world? I gave her a sharp threatening glare before fastening the seatbelt across my chest. And then, she drove off home. My Aunt Lily loves children. The younger the better - for her. She'd always told me and my mum that she had wanted to have her own foster home, or nursery. She's not married yet so, I don't know if she's gonna have alot of babies and adopt a dozen more when she is. What I do know is that I won't be living with her by then.

We were literally silent during the rest of the ride home. Only barren splutters would exit the mouth of my recent caregiver. As usual, when I arrive home, I would run for my room and never emerge until dinner or so. But today, before I could flee from my aunt's warm-hearted ramblings, I was pulled back by a sudden clutch.

I stopped on my very tracks and turned to see my red-head aunty. The bright light projected through the window glass shone on her glittery green skirt. She genuinely has lovely caramel shaded hair, but she decided to colour it because apparently she loves 'playing' with colours.

I was already taking a step on the Gothic-designed staircase but restrained from asking why she had done so, and waited for her reason. She looked at me with attentive sympathy in her eyes. I knew this unerringly had to do with my relentless shattering life.

"Your mother had left you a letter before she departed." She was rather whispering softly sympathetic to me, as if it wasn't a righteous matter. Before I could inquire her anything about it, she held out her arm with a neatly folded paper in her hand. "You should go upstairs and read it." She sounded cheerless, like she wasn't willing to tell me this. I grabbed the folded piece carefully and ran up the stairs in a swift motion, sliding my hand along the wooden rail.

As I reached my room, I subconsciously closed the door behind me. It was already a habitual course of action. I impatiently unfolded the letter which was still in my hand. It still had my mother's scent on it. The sweet smell of a dying rose. I glanced briefly and the 'letter' was pretty long. More like a short story to my assumption. I then began to read the top line which had a neat, almost cursive handwriting scribbled on it.

Dear Emily,

It's your mother, Emma. By the time you read this, I should have already been dead. I hope you did not weep for me still for this should already be a month after I left. Do you still have the family bloodstone I gave you? I hope so. Take good care of it and pass it on the following generation. I just wanted to tell you, that I have a new home for you, away from all the seizing memories around you. I know how much you hate living with your aunty, and I want you to be happy. Remember when we went to China? You used to tell me how you'd love to live in a place with your heritage. Now I have good news. I'll be sending you to live there, like you wanted to. I told your aunty about this and she was really upset. She really loves you. But, if you still do want to go to China, read the rest of this letter.

Yes, I do.

Our family has a well-known friend who lives in China. And I'm afraid it's a 'he'. But I heard there's a lady living with him, so I'm not that worried. I don't know his name though. I hope you'll still think twice about this before moving. But our family has known his family for many generations. And I also heard that he's a famous Tai-Chi Master. Your ancestor used to be really good friends with his family. That's what I was told. I'm sorry if it's nothing similar.

If you still do want to move out, then tell your aunty. She will contact the owner and inform him. I've never really met him to be honest. But I've seen his picture before in an absolutely old family photograph that your ancestor had left behind. Anyway, do bear in mind; think over thoroughly before deciding to go. You may not think it's a good idea. And also remember, keep the family bloodstone safe.

Love,

Mom.

I gave an inward 'yes' after carefully reading the letter. I really appreciated the escape plan from my mother although it wasn't literally one, but still, anything beats living with my jolly aunty. I had to think this over meticulously, and that was a problematical thing to do, since I'd always make the erroneous decisions. However, I wouldn't want to live with my sensitive aunt for the rest of her life. My neck was stiffing, and I felt the urge to stab something.

No, wait, someone right now. I paid no heed to the thought and rather than pondering, I threw myself until I felt something soft and cosy beneath me. Maybe I would consider it over tomorrow. Besides, it's regarding my choice.

Snugging my pillow close to my visage, my sight then subconsciously hazed, as I fell into my own exotic world.


A/N: So how was it? Do you like it? Please review and tell me what you think a/r if there's any good advice you'd like to contribute. Thank you! Oh, and I hope I didn't disappoint any readers with the orientation.