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Dangerous Memories
Chapter Three
-Personas in Poetry-
Kimiko's POV
I had been sitting comfortably in my cushioned chair all morning. Since waking up, I hadn't left my bedroom. Glancing at the empty bed, I recalled Raimundo saying late last night that he had to leave early for a business meeting. For once he had been awake without my help. Which was fine with me. I had a stack of manga (i.e. graphic novels) from yesterdays excursion waiting for me. It would be late morning before I finally finished. I was going to get hungry soon, and with it being the maid and butler's day off, I would have to get up and do it myself...Damn.
Finishing the chapter in my manga, I got dressed in day clothes, nothing too fancy, just some skinny jeans, and two shirts layered on each other. I walked down the stairs, into the kitchen. Once inside the good-sized room, I noticed a piece of paper on the fridge, some distance away. Probably the groceries list or something of the kind. I filled a pot with water, not yet ready to turn on the stove. Opening the fridge door, still paying no mind to the paper, I piled some food items into my arms. Eggs, milk, cheese, and the like. Putting the items on the counter behind me, I went to shut the refrigerator door. Once I did, out of curiosity, I looked at the 'list'. But this was no groceries list. More like a poem...
A poisoned apple
To kill the 'Fairest of them All' by far
Is what you're eating really safe, my love
Or have you taken a bite of the apple?
-Tivt
I felt the paper fall from my hands, almost like time had slowed, as I pictured the paper swaying from side to side until it reached the floor. A knot formed in my stomach, and for the first time in a long time I felt my body paralyzed in fear. Not a good feeling. I instantly stilled. Listening for some noise in the house, that would give away anything at all. I listened, and nothing. One of the incidents that is known as 'The silence is deafening.' And it was. It was like the silence was pulsating through ever corner of the house, loud beats of noise, when really there was nothing there.
I debating running to the front door. I thought I could make it. Cursing myself, I remembered I had left my cell phone, and car keys upstairs. I decided it was better being outside then in the house, and ran for the door. Reaching it felt like it took hours, and as I put my hand on the door handle, I froze. Another poem.
The outside world is a dangerous place.
There is a lot of people, perverts and weirdos.
But before you open the door into this decaying world, ask yourself this:
What if I am behind this door?
-Tivt
Holy Fuck! My door didn't have a spy-glass like the ones on hotel room doors. I slowly backed away from the door, fear inching into each muscle, coiling around my body. Turning, I looked over to the back door that led out to the patio. I could just make out another piece of paper taped to the sliding glass. I was not headed that way. I could only imagine what was being said about the pool. I made my way up the stairs, pausing at the top, looking for some clue that could tell me the whereabouts of whoever was leaving these notes. As I looked to the left, I saw another sheet of paper. Grabbing it without thinking, I started reading.
What if you were to fall from these stairs.
Like a strike at your pride, to knock you down a few pegs
Did it hurt as you fell from heaven?
As you crack your pretty little neck against the ground
Try not to stumble, for your blood would stain the carpet
Don't Fall.
-Tivt
Each poem creepier then the last. My nerves were admittedly in hysteria at this point. A thousand different thoughts swam into my mind. And then a thought that I was better off not having. The note was not here on the top banister when I had came down earlier. Which meant that this had been placed here after I went into the kitchen. The fear was strangling me now, weighting me down. And then I remembered my cell phone. Walking slowly, cautiously into my room, I went over to my desk, where I had placed the cell phone last night. Where I had seen it this morning before leaving my room. It was gone. But it couldn't really be gone.
I felt like this was some bad dream, that I would surely wake from at any moment. Knocking my manga onto the floor, I placed my hands on the desk, moving them all over the surface, as if the phone was invisible or something. But it wasn't there. Frantically, I checked every inch of the room. It was nowhere. In a moment of smarts, I remembered the land line. Picking up the portable phone, I pushed the ON button. There was no dial tone. I pushed it again, and again. I checked the phone cord that connected to the wall. It had been cut.
I closed my eyes. Willing myself to wake up from this nightmare. Nothing happened. I threw the phone against the wall, where it shattered with a satisfying crunch. I then realized that if something was going to happen, I wanted to have some way of attack. Rushing to my walk in closet, I went deep into the back, and grabbed by kendo sword. A wooden training sword that I had bought a F.Y.E. a year back, but wouldn't throw out when Raimundo asked. I was glad that I hadn't. Looking around my closet for other useful items, I spotted another note. An internal struggle took place inside my head. I was mentally listing the pros and cons of reading that list. The saying 'Curiosity killed the cat' wove its way into my head, but in the end, I knew I was going to read it.
What a lovely room
With a lovely girl to match
I think you should try on that red dress.
On some it may look bad, but I'm sure you have the body for it
Something tells me that you look amazing in red
But no one said that I'm only referring to clothes.
-Tivt
More fear. The knot in my stomach was only getting larger. I was breathing in pants. I felt tired, but it couldn't be past 12:00 in the afternoon, could it? Holding up my kendo sword in a fashion I had seen portrayed in numerous animes I had watched, I looked from the left to the right of my closet. This was the one time I regretted and hated having a huge closet. Not being able to stand it any longer, I ran, and made a jump onto my bed, pulling the covers over me. Curling into a protective ball, my sword protectively against my chest, I cried. Deep sobs escaped from my chest. I felt weakness surround me, tightly holding onto me. I stayed like that for hours, slipping into uneven sleep. I had been like that for who knows how long, and I was crying again. This time out of fear that I would die, that whoever was in my house was going to kill me like in some B rated horror movie. But then I heard something. The best noise I had ever heard, at least today. A car pulling into the driveway. It was Raimundo, I knew it, I could sense it.
Throwing off the covers, tears still falling down my eyes like pouring rain, I ran down the stairs, (and was careful not to trip!) I couldn't stop crying. I was still afraid, and as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door opened, with Raimundo standing in the doorway.
I threw myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around him, crying onto his shirt. I remember hearing the bags he had in his arms fall to the ground as he put his arms around me.
"Kim," He asked the emotion thick in his voice, filled with care. "What's wrong?"
I could only continue crying. Like some damsel in distress.
"Shh. Shh. It's alright now. I'm here, I won't let anything hurt you." Raimundo said comfortingly.
It took me a while to calm down, and when I tried to talk, it came out in sequences. "I..found...notes...fridge, stairs, door, and in my closet...phone lines cut off...my cell phone...gone..." I broke into tears again. Raimundo tighten his arms around me like he always did when I was afraid.
Finally, I took his arm, holding him at arm's length as I walked into the kitchen. Grabbing the note off the floor, I proceeded to grab them as I made my way through the house. The ones off the sliding glass door, one on Raimundo's work room door, on the mirror in the bathroom, and the one in my closet. Shoving them into his hands, I sat down at my desk. Through blurry eyes, I saw my cell phone, exactly where I left it this morning. Where I knew I had put it when I tried to find it. Turning, I grabbed Raimundo's hand again. Just for comfort.
I watched as Raimundo's face changed emotions. Anger was the prime one, and disgust a close second. I managed to tell him what had happened. Raimundo shook his head, and in an act that scared me, he punched his fist into the wall.
Then, he took me in his arms. Kissing me on the forehead, he repeated over and over that everything was going to be okay. But this time I had a different thought. I couldn't believe him. The thing that I wondered most about was what if everything didn't turn out okay?
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Thanks for the fist in the wall idea Mash! I needed an anger idea. This chapter was a tad, oh hell, a lot of creepy. I mean, I'm writing this after dark, and I keep hearing noises from around my house, and even I was jumping at some points. Caution: Do not read this at night. I hope I don't have bad dreams tonight. That would ruin my 'No Nightmares' streak...
-RKL!