31 The Blood's Stain
Kaila After I killed the couple who were living in the house in the place I didn't know, the pinkish cloud brought me back to the mansion. However, I had been unable to understand why this was happening to me. The old woman was probably just making a monkey of me. She knew that I felt the difficulty of the curse, but she still didn't say anything about it. It wasn't her mistake at all; it was mine, because I was so choosy that I didn't want to talk with her.
It was already midnight when I arrived at the mansion with the cloud. I knew there were marks of blood on my clothes and I could smell them by myself. I took the winding stairs down to the living room. It was already midnight, and the servants and workers might be sleeping in the rooms.
The darkness seemed to swallow me. I searched for the light switch and turned it on. I was not wrong; I saw in the antiquated mirror that my clothes had many red marks, especially my skirt, because it was white.
The door suddenly cried out. I saw someone's reflection in the long mirror. It was Amara who got inside the living room. She was the butler in the mansion, and I had complete faith in her. She was the only one who always supervised everything in the mansion. She was wearing pajamas and pink sneakers right there, and she was going towards me and was appalled by what she saw.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
"Gosh!" Amara exclaimed. "Kaila, what happened to your skirt? Is that blood?" She queried in a stupefied manner.
Finding an alibi I didn't want her to doubt that I did something wrong, unlawful, heinous, or criminal. I didn't want her to doubt that I was killing people. Most of all, I didn't want her to draw the inference that I was a ghost who was searching for a victim every night. I didn't want her to leave me. Maybe she already noticed that I was always gone from the mansion, usually at night.
"It's... Yeah, it is blood." I stammered and told the truth. There was something that entered my brain. "You know, I'm a girl, and I hope that you can understand what it means." I tried to speak normally.
Perhaps it could be used to avoid the scourge of truth. It made me confused that even though I was already sixteen-I didn't know why. I might be an abnormal girl. I didn't know why I wasn't having a period, or even an exclamation mark; all I had was a question mark. I only knew about it because it had been discussed by my teacher.
"Do you mean that you're having yours?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean." I could see in the mirror, the curiosity frowned on her face. Maybe she felt it was difficult to believe that I was having the thing they called a menstrual period-and that I didn't know how to manage myself. "Are you sure you're just okay? Do you know what to do?"
"Yeah... Of course, just leave me here. You're probably tired."
"Okay, but call me if you need help or anything."
Amara went towards the door and went back to where she came from. I felt relieved because I had avoided something and the possibility that people would hate me. I went towards the bathroom, opened the door and shut it. I turned on the shower and took a cool bath, which shuddered me.
I really needed to be careful so that nobody could know my secret. I needed to find a way to cover it, or else I would be alone in the huge mansion. I knew who I was but had no idea what I might be. I wasn't a wicked girl. Though sometimes I was mad. But it didn't mean that because I was mad, I was already bad, that I didn't have any feelings. Being mad with a reason wasn't a bad thing at all. The bad part was that when someone was mad without any reason.
Everyone was born mad and the others remained the same, but it didn't mean that someone could not avoid it. Others were trying to change themselves. I didn't know why I was thinking about that thing or if my mind had been affected by the curse of the old woman.
I didn't want that to happen, that even my brain would be affected. I knew I couldn't be who I was if every part of my body was controlled by the selfish curse. I didn't know what would happen to me or if I would be picked up. My wish was that the curse wouldn't touch my brain, or else I would lose my mind.
I used my pinkish towel to dry myself and put on my black leather coat and long pants. I was still shuddering because of the cool water. I was using the hairdryer when I remembered the man named Steven Klee.
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No woman could easily forget him. I wanted to know more about him. I didn't know why I got interested in him. I thought there were many other boys out there who were younger than he. Maybe what I wanted was something more mature, more masculine, a man who could save me in times of difficulty.
I wanted a man who could be a hero to me, because I have never had the experience of having one. Dad couldn't protect me or even protect himself from those people who killed him and mom. I knew that what I wanted was difficult to get, because I wanted a man who could sacrifice his happiness, preferences, beliefs, and even himself for me.
It was already two o'clock in the morning when I climbed into bed. I didn't have any idea how many hours I wasted in that place. What I only knew was that there were two innocent people who died because of me.
Though I was already lying on my bed, I could not fall asleep because I could see someone even in the darkness. I was curious to see if I saw through the power given to me. I didn't know what kind of power that was, but I was happy that it knew what I wanted to see.
Steven Klee was also lying on the bed in the dormitory. He was in such a deep slumber that I could even see his chest was slowly moving up and down as he breathed. I even fell in love with the way he breathed.
Oh mother, please don't be mad at me. I knew that I wasn't that kind of girl. I didn't want to fly lower, but I wanted to sleep with him in the same bed. I wanted to feel his warm breath and let the night pass by.