My Name Is Angela

EPISODE 2 CONT'D

Angela's Residence

I strolled into the kitchen. Isabel was feeling sleepy after the day's fun. Hey Isa don't sleep dinner will soon be ready. I said shaking her body with the aim of making her sit up and stop sleeping. She rubbed her eyes and supported her back by resting on the wall. Our house was one of the best magnificent buildings you'd find in the whole town. It's so beautiful in and out.

Isa darling. I called again.

Uhm. she responded. I want to tell you something. I said again. I'm all ears. she replied scratching her head. She adjusted herself again.

Janelle is leaving soon and I'll miss her so much like never before. I blurted out. Is it that she's traveling or what? she asked in her usual inquisitive manner. Well a kind of but this time around she's never coming back. I said in a low tone. I never know the reason why I'm missing Janelle so much now, even when she’s still going to spend one more week before her departure.

Well, maybe it’s for good, Isabel thought while helping herself with some chocolates so she won’t sleep.

“Dinner is ready,” I announced.

“Oh, thank God,” Isabel scowled. “You don’t know how much I have been fighting hard with the devil—sleep,” she said with a happy grin.

After dinner, I am free to give in to Mr Sleeper’s wish, she continued and laughed heartily. I joined too.

I took the meal to the dining while she helped with the plates. We settled down for dinner. She prayed and we ate.

“Big sis!” she called out.

“Yes, medell,” I replied.

“Sis, I’m going to bed already,” she told me, getting up from the couch. The couch is so beautiful with white soft woollen hairs all over it.

“Goodnight lil sis,” I said, giving her a sweet kiss on her forehead. “Have a sweet night rest,” I wished her.

Her feet wobbled as she climbed up the stairs. I couldn't help but laugh indeed she was sleepy. She disappeared out of sight then the thought of my parents' trip returned. I tried relieving myself so I switched on the TV since there was no power outage yet. News at 10pm had begun so I decided to listen to it.

"Hello my dear viewer welcome back to News at 10, we've got the headlines". The newscaster introduced. An aircraft which took off at exactly 8am this morning has been confirmed to have crashed after that it's take off...........

No! No!! it's not true, mom and dad's flight was scheduled for 8am this morning. I tried calling their lines but it wasn't going through. I was running mad at the moment. I was feeling hot and weak.

A call came in, I checked and it was Janelle. Hello Angie . she called with a disturbed voice. Angie are you there? she asked on the phone. Yes I am still here. I responded in a disturbed tone.

Angie are you watching the news at 10?

Yes but I'm choking up here Janelle, I'm not comfortable. My parents flight took off at exactly 8am this morning. Janelle I'm scared....... my voice trailed off. I couldn't hold it any longer. I was crying on the phone.

Angie it's okay. She consoled. I'm coming right away. She informed. I said okay and we hung up.

I stood up and walked straight to the shelf in the sitting room. I took our family picture. Me, mom,dad and Isabel had taken that picture. It was so beautiful with the faces of a beautiful family. I held it close to my chest. I tried hard not to wake Isabel. I sat on the ground next to the table, rested my head on my knees and then I heard a knock on the door.

I rushed to the door and hugged Janelle with hot tears pouring down my face. She came in and her parents followed suit. There was a brief silence. "Where is Isabel," Janelle questioned. "She's upstairs in her room, sleeping." I managed to say, "Don't let her know now," she said. "Angela darling. Her mom

called me. Please don't be too hard on yourself, she said trying to console me. The fact is that we are not sure if your parents were among the dead victims. Her dad had suggested that word DEAD made me almost explode. She now fetched me a cup of water while her parents discussed. Drink, she told me. She's such a good friend, indeed I'm gonna miss her in this critical time when I need someone close to hold on to. I don't feel like drinking, Janelle. I said feeling sad and weak. I got up this time around. My vision was blurred due to the blinding tears that had gathered up in my eyes.

I was beginning to wonder how I would face life on this planet. Life isn't fair to me this time around. I said in a low tone. I was already going crazy. I talked and laughed like a lunatic and Janelle called the attention of her parents. Janelle's mom came to me first. I laughed the more but I broke down again. They took me by my hands and made me sit on the chair.

Then Janelle's father cleard his throat and said, "Just be yourself, Angela. Challenges come, but you must not let it weigh you down".

And you must fight it hard so it doesn't oppress you. Added Janelle's mom. You have said it all. I said, gathering up my strength and fighting hard to be strong. I will stay with you here, Angela. Janelle proposed. Yeah, we will release Janelle to you just for tonight, her parents said. I was so relieved Janelle would spend the night with me. I sighed and thanked them so much.They left after giving me words of encouragement. I felt better with Janelle by my side. Janelle has been the only daughter and only child of Mr. and Mrs. Trump. She has been my very good friend right from grade five. I'll miss her so much now that I need her. Now, we were alone. Janelle turned off the television. "Come on, honey, let's go upstairs to the room," she said, taking my hand.

I rested my head on her shoulder and she patted my back. "You'll be fine Angie," she assured me. "One thing about my friend is that no matter the pains she is passing through, she would always try to calm the other person who is also in pains and revive his or her hope." "Janelle, I'm scared," I said between whispers. "You'll be just fine," she assured again.

We climbed up the stairs with her still holding my hand. We got to my room, but this time around I felt it was cold pink. The night was cold and everything in the house seemed cold to me. Honey, sit here. she said pointing her fingers to the bed.I obeyed and sat on the edge of the bed. She played with my hair and told me how beautiful I was. Her words reminded me of mom when she always say that I am a carbon copy of her. And that was one of the reasons why she loved me. "Mom, why did you have to leave too early?" My heart cried from inside. "Janelle," I called.

"Yes, Angie," she replied.

"Very soon, Isabel will get to know about this."

Yeah, but you have to make her receive the news calmly. She suggested, still playing with my head. Be strong, Angie. Everything happens for a reason. Even if your clothes fall, they fall for a reason that is unknown to you, Angie. Just be yourself, honey, for that's the only best way to overcome difficulties. She counseled. I sighed. I found it hard to believe the plane which conveyed mom, dad and the other passengers had crashed.

I turned and hugged Janelle so tight while she kept patting me at the back.We heard a sound and we became quiet. It was like the footstep of someone.

Shhh. Janelle told me with a finger on her lips. She moved to the door and placed her ears gently on it. The sound had stopped then she came back to where I was. Let's go check on Isabel, she urged me. I followed suit. Immediately we opened Isabelle's door there came the power outage. Everywhere became very dark and there was no torchlight on me. Isabel! Isabel!! Janelle called moving slowly in the dark. I was freezing already in fear. We heard a ruffling sound on the bed. Janelle was so bold that she wasn't even afraid of a devil's stone. Suddenly, the lights came on again and we found the torchlight close to Isabel's wardrobe. Janelle took it and the lights went off.

A strange night it was, then it became windy. I was so afraid.

Janelle. I called in a hushed tone.

Yes Angie? She responded.

Janelle it isn't safe to leave Isabel alone in her room. I said in fear.

Isabel rolled on the bed and then woke up in fright. Mum,Dad. She murmured.

Are you alright medell? I asked.

She looked like a haunted soul. She rolled her eyes and stared at me and Janelle. I saw mom and dad. She announced finally. I shook at the utterance. What did they say Isa? I queried without thinking.

They told me they were coming home, she said. But, she continued, I don't know the reason why they said I should be myself by the time they arrive. And mom said I should tell you to stop crying. They also told me some other things I can't remember. And then they disappeared. Jeez, what were they putting on? I asked, almost screaming. Well, I think...

Very sparkling white clothes, she described. I ran out of the room in the dark. I couldn't control myself any longer. I was crying now. I was out of my mind already. I wasn't thinking straight. Janelle and Isabel came out of the room. I was on the floor.

Sis, why are you crying? Isabel acts with a puzzled look on her face. Isabelle darling, Janelle began. Angie is communicating with the spirit.

I don't get it. Isabel snapped with a frown. Janelle intervened.You see, mom and dad traveled overseas, so Angela is missing them. Isn't that so, Angie? She asked portraying a smile. Yes, Isabel I'm just being childish never mind big sis, she's naughty.

I said laughing like a wild beast. If only she could understand what Janelle meant. If only she was more mature than this. She'll be able to handle the situation and put it under control. Janelle, let's go to my room, I said. But wait, Isabel cut in. Why is Senior Janelle with us?

Well, her parents and her nanny went out for a dinner party, which will last till morning and only Janelle will be bored and lonely in the house, I lied.

Janelle nodded in affirmation. Let's go, she said, grabbing Isabel's hand, heading for my room with me following suit. We got to my room for the very first time. I felt and smelt death in the house. Grrn, Janelle's cell phone rang. Hello, she said. It was her parents calling in order to check how we were. Senior Janelle is that your mom on the phone? Isabel asked. Yes, it's her. she replied.

May I speak with her? Isabel pleaded. Oh, sure.Janelle said handing the phone to her. Hello! she greeted. Is that Mrs Trump on the line? she inquired. Yes and how are you darling? came the response. Very well ma'am only that the night is odd. Isabel replied.

This time around I was aroused by fear. Last minute with my parents still reoccurring in my mind. I wanted to scream but NO! I couldn't.... I just couldn't. I looked around the room and the pink was feeding into an unforseen darkness. I was cold so cold with thoughts over my medulla oblongata. Oh Geez! I could smoke weed if I could, just to clear off my mind.