Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter forty three: Alina's Chaos

“Avoid . . . like this person who once ruined my life?”

Alina Vandergaugh clenched her fist. Her jaw tightened, and unexplainable anger rushed towards her body.

She heard Silver calling her name. Yet, she felt like it was already a muffled tone. His voice drifted. Her anger kidnapped her own alertness.

All of her attention, it was now all fixed to a certain woman smiling at her front. Wearing an elegant black dress, a well-styled hair, make-up to make her more beautiful, and that shiny smile boys would die for, she welcomed Alina.

“It has been a long time, Alina.”

Alina summoned her Airbow and pointed it towards her. Sooner, the white room changed.

From white, the whole place suddenly shifted into a place where greenery is the priority.

In just a blink, the whole room changed into a vast and wide valley. Green grasses are surrounding the whole place, even of the two mountains standing in both sides. Flowers are blooming in different colors. Few trees standing tall are swirling its branches as wind is starting to feel the pressure in between of Alina and the woman whom she just saw in the white room.

“Why are you here?” asked Alina.

The woman shrugged. “I guess I was here because I am bound to protect you. After all . . . I am your bestfriend.”

Alina was known for her short patience. She was known of her hot temper that she cannot always hide—especially if she met someone who had tainted her life into dirt. Just like this woman.

As soon as she heard that word—the ‘bestfriend'—she immediately pulled her weapon and pointed to her.

Gush of air started to escape at the Airbow, it flew to the direction where the woman was standing. It was about to hit her, but she vanished as soon as the cluster of the wind is just a few centimeters away of her.

Alina pulled her Airbow again as she scanned the whole place. She cannot see the woman.

But she can hear her laugh.

“What, Alina? Are you trying to kill me?” the whole place was filled with the echo of her laugh. From different sources of direction, she could hear it.

“But I am your bestfriend.” The voice solidified at her back. She immediately moved, and arced an elbow towards her back. But then, the woman disappeared.

“I am your bestfriend, Alina! I am your bestfriend!”

The woman appeared in her front. Now, instead of smile, her face was painted with anger as she shouted those words towards Alina.

Alina scoffed. “I don't want a bestfriend who was so insecure of me to the point of betraying me.”

She released the string at her hand, and another gush of air rushed towards the woman.

Again, the woman disappeared, and popped at her back. This time, she was holding a knife, ready to stab it to Alina.

Alina, however, knew what is going to happen. She immediately twisted her body, aim the Airbow at the woman who claims to be her bestfriend, and gave the hardest blow she could ever have.

She aimed at the hand of the woman where she was holding the knife. Her hand blew, torn, as blood splatter in her own body.

“Ahh! What are you doing, Alina! You're killing your bestfriend!” she shouted as she holds her hand who were now missing. Few of her hand's flesh were dangling. Only one finger remained, and blood is flowing out of her wound.

“Jenny,” Alina called. “I am once your bestfriend. But it was in the past.”

“But . . .” Jenny's eyes turned watery. “You f*****g b***h. I thought you were a real friend!”

“You ruined it all!” Alina snapped. “You are the one who made me into this situation. I treated you as the best woman I could have. The best among my friends. But what have you done?” she asked, trying to control her anger.

“What have I done? Betrayed you,” Jenny said, now smiling.

Alina coughed in disbelief. ‘She was proud of it?’

But she knew it wasn't the real Jenny. The real woman who gave big scar in her life. Who gave issues of trust to other people. Who may smiled angelic, but of a woman filled with anger and jealousy.

This place is full of trickery. And it wasn't impossible to put up a dummy, an illusion, a trick of having Jenny in her front.

“Then I realized you did not betrayed me, Jenny. No, it wasn't like that. You betrayed the people who were my support. You tricked them.”

But Alina feels good talking to her, telling everything that was stuck in her chest.

“You are the reason why I once thought my life was a waste and is senseless.”

“Oh, am I?” Jenny then laughed, despite her face turning pale from the blood that was flowing out of her body.

“You are my once most loved, but now most hated person.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Jenny said without any hesitation.

Alina knew that the real Jenny would not be similar to this dummy. The real Jenny was a woman who never spat bad and provoking words.

But she knew how to use her charm and beauty towards getting whatever she wants—in a morbid and unclassy way. Even all of the things that was of Alina's value and possession.

Alina knew that the real Jenny cannot face her. And that made Alina more insulted. The real Jenny cannot tell those words that the dummy Jenny told straight at her face. When she succeeded in her plans, in her betrayals, she continued playing the role of an angel. She never talked to Alina anymore, acted as if she was disgusted of the society's judgement of her.

Alina was framed up. At least the nearest sense of thought that Alina could tell.

In the industry where she found herself standing, she treasured it the most. She was a model. A budding artist. A woman with high potential of being the next superstar.

Alongside her, was Jenny. They were bestfriends. They were both of the same batch of newly introduced artist of an entertainment management. They were the best two artist that will determine the showbiz' future.

But Alina was gaining more popularity than her. She was starting to put her name bigger compared to Jenny.

And what one jealousy could not do, even in the most angelic woman you could ever meet?

Sooner, Alina just found herself sulked in the corner of her room, crying.

Her talent agency despised her. The people bashed and threw hatred towards her. She can see it in her social media. Her loved ones cannot near her, for they were disappointed of Alina for an issue she never did. Even her boyfriend during that time, they broke off. And Jenny took the comfort of the lost man.

But she was more lost.

And no one was looking at her.

Until she decided to hang herself in the ceiling of her room.

She thought that her life was nothing but senseless. Had a maintenance agent did not saw her, she would be dead by that time.

The news of her committing suicide broke the internet. Some showed sympathy, but most showed hatred and disgust. They even laughed at her.

And it was the most down point of her life that every day that would pass, every sunshine she would see in the window, she would just wish to die. To end her suffering.

“I said, it was my pleasure.”

Alina popped out of reminiscing of the past as she heard the voice of the dummy Jenny.

She felt a knife stabbing her shoulders. She shouted in pain as the knife bury in her bone and flesh.

Jenny laughed. “You are still the same weak girl I knew. Easy to be tricked. Pretends to be strong but has a very weak gut. Shame on you,” she said as she neared Alina who was trying to wield her weapon, but is failing because of the deep wound she had acquired.

Jenny moved quickly. She kicked Alina. She then sat at Alina's weak and helpless body in order for her to be bounded and to restrict from moving.

“Now, you have to face your death. Goodbye, my bestfriend.” A smile the dummy Jenny showed in her face, and prepared to thrust the knife in her hands.

Alina was about to die.