My Dangerous Boy's

Part 5 - Memory

Shella laid her tiny body on the bed. He sighed annoyed because the sound of his brother's laughter had not subsided. Although the door of his room was closed and locked deliberately by him, but his brother's laughter can still be heard until here.

Clara seemed to like what she had done to her sister. Making Shella half upset, half embarrassed, was indeed very pleasant.

Maybe sometimes Shella can also reciprocate the behavior of her brother.

Shella's sea-blue eyes then stared straight at the roof of her room, trying to ignore the voice of the witch's laughter. Unknowingly, his mouth covered a smile as he imagined the events that had befallen his life.

Time seems to pass so fast.

Shella's mind was blown back, turning back all her good and bad memories.

Shella still remembers how she got sick from her sister who suddenly died. His most beloved sister outweighs the affection for their parents.

Of course, it was his sister who always accompanied him here when their parents were going out of town. Even Clara rarely accompanies him here, because more often out of the house.

They both seemed to be stuck by a glue that was very difficult to separate. Every time something happened in her life, Shella would tell her sister. And vice versa.

It is strange to see so many people who do not get along with their own brother. But that doesn't apply to them.

Everything passed quickly, until finally Shella suddenly clenched both hands. The shadow reappeared and entered his mind. A man dressed in black, with a face that Shella could not see clearly because it was covered in a black mask.

That day is what Shella remembers most. That day was the day of his sister's death. The thing that Shella disliked the most. Or, more accurately, hate it.

The shadow of a man stabbing a knife right in his sister's heart with blood splattered everywhere, making Shella hiss scared.

Why did that man take away those he loved? Killed him with one stab?

Right before his eyes, Shella saw how sadistic the murder was. The man really has no humanity anymore.

Sometimes Shella thinks, why does someone like to kill people, make people suffer, but when in the afterlife even born in an unpleasant nature?

What does that person get when they kill someone? Pleased? Or Happy? Maybe that person is more like a psychopath.

This world is indeed filled with strange things, making Shella think that nothing is normal while living.

He closed his eyes, trying to eliminate the shadows in his mind.

The sound of her brother's laughter had also disappeared, probably due to the exhaustion to continue his laughter.

Suddenly, Shella reopened her pretty eyes as the man's face flashed through her mind.

The man he hit earlier. Wait, it wasn't him who hit her, but the man who hit her. Shella just felt a little weird about that guy.

He seemed to have seen that face, but where?

And the brother of that man too. Christian. Why do they both look so familiar to him? What has Shella missed?

He had thought hard, but there was no answer where he saw it.

The power to remember Shella is arguably not good, but it can not be said to be bad as well. He was very confident in his logic that said there was nothing he missed, but his heart instead said that there was something important that he had forgotten.

Shella was unsure of herself.

Christian's brown eyes staring at her reminded Shella of something. Something dangerous according to his premonition.

Not wanting to think longer, Shella sat with her back to the head of the bed. His hand grabbed his nightstand drawer to pick something up.

Novels.

Thinking about something was very draining of energy, so by reading a book, he might be able to lighten his load a little.

No need to ask again how much love Shella has for her novel. In one month, he would definitely buy five to ten novels as his reading material.

Reading is one of his hobbies to get rid of the boredom that hit him.

April 30th, 2020