Connectors of the Two Worlds

Chapter 12

February

Dear Diary,

It's me again. Another month just came and I need to continue writing my life inside this empty page. Will you still listen to me?

-Clan

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Feeling confident and wise, she gave Mrs. Briones a thick white envelope bulked with remorse of the lady she just killed earlier to powder off the bank account she had craved for. Dorothy saw the old lady shivered after receiving it and looked at her in disbelief.

Dorothy is desperate to meet me in momentum, she had persuaded the teacher unnaturally to make me sign up for the National Contest. It was all her plan without me knowing what was the real deal.

Finally, she thought to herself. She smirked in secret and watched the old teacher on her seat. "Just like I promised, Mrs. Briones. I'm giving you the privilege of having the fruit of my word of honor, as to what we have agreed upon," she said, folded her leg to the other pompously. Her french tipped fingernails played with the papers on the teacher's desk while smiling.

She saw a glint of regret all over the old lady's presence. She looked at it and shook her head. "This is too much, Miss de Evo. If I may ask, what is it that made you so eager to make Sanchez sign up for this? Is she someone you know?" she asked nervously, frequently giving a look upon Dorothy and to the envelope she's holding.

Dorothy grimaced. She guessed that Mrs. Briones isn't so avarice after all. She had invested enough force to lure the old hag to get close to me, so she thought Mrs. Briones might have the change of heart and eventually forget about their deal. But she miscalculated all of it. No one would ever shut their mouth without knowing the reason behind her actions. Everyone she comes to will always be curious.

Dorothy promised Mrs. Briones an effortless doctorate degree in no time, give her the carefree life she had wanted since her salary wasn't enough to feed four families extended to her by the younger siblings. She's indeed a sore loser. She deserved to be just a pet because she lets others do it to her.

What a petty lady, she thought.

She had no other choice but to sprinkle her power over the lady to make sure she wouldn't dare breaking what's laid in plan. By just staring at her, Dorothy used her pursuasion, the power of her attractive pair of chestnut brown eyes.

Mrs. Briones suddenly had the change of emotion inside her eyes. That's when Dorothy smiled in victor. Her smirk became the sign of her victory. Not long enough, her eyes changed into violet color. "I'm sure it wouldn't break anything if I demand to keep it classified, Mrs. Briones, would it?" She leaned closer as she whispered to the lady's ear.

Mrs. Briones, having those mesmerized eyes, had nodded. Dorothy had never been so happy now that the plan is going good. Her father would be very proud of her. She can imagine him smiling and tapping her head saying, "You did a magnificent job, my little Dorothy."

Imagining it now makes her heart flutter in joy.

Sooner enough, she will make me meet my death without even exerting much effort. For her, I'm just a fragile glass that's to be easily shattered. Piece of cake, she thought again smilingly.

The Voulners wouldn't be able to do anything to it because the prophecy had decided.

And I, Clarrianne Angelica Sanchez, shall fall. That is my destiny. To meet death by the hands of the De Evos.

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Two thick books weren't enough to convince me that I'm being nailed down in despair.

No, not two books. But two towers of thick books laid before my eyes. They were all put on my desk for me to study. I have to make a quick rush to all of it as Mrs. Briones announced a pre-review test for tomorrow. And I couldn't afford to feel weary because I shouldn't be in the first place. Heck, I was going to lose my mind reading the books between the lines as I've kept my ears and eyes intact to Rex's quick lectures. My body is forced to think the contest is few days away. I just have little time to condition myself.

After the review, I came to class unannounced. I know for certain that I can skip the whole day classes but I couldn't help but to pay a visit. I'm not used to focus on just one subject. Besides, I hate Math.

Home Economics class came and was disrupted by the heavy rain outside. That was the time I was waken up entirely from a terrible dream. My body felt weary and tired. I slept again.

I sighed and meekly shook my head. I must be so exhausted for reviewing 5 hours straight. My head does hurt a little. This must be because of lack of sleep. I know my professor know that I nodded off from her class, but no one came to remind me of my wrongdoing.

Mrs. Guevarra had to stop the discussion because of the loud drops clanging the building's rusty rooftop. She decided to give us seatworks and we began jotting down lectures Hanna wrote on the board. Jay, being the nagger king of the IV-Green, always protests to the secretary's writings but Hanna just ignored him, irritation written on her face for the rain and for Jay.

Later, the class ended but the rain hadn't. The bell rang almost unnoticed. I only knew that the class is due after I saw my classmates starting to fix their things to their bags. Mrs. Guevarra was saying something but due to the rain, I couldn't hear her much. Afterwards, they started to move out of the room.

I got outside and saw what was happening.

Kids were stranded inside their rooms. Others were along side of the corridors, and some were enjoying the painful drops all the way home.

Afraid to get wet even I got my umbrella with me, O returned to the room and stayed in a corner, trying not to move a muscle.

I took a deep breath. I'm still sleepy. But I can't sleep right now. I'm afraid I might dream of him again. I'm afraid of dreaming bad things again.

Dear Diary,

I dreamt of Alfred last night.

-Clan

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Deep dark forest, moving grasses, hallowed voices. Fear... It was all there when I dream of him. Those very serious emotions all came in one whenever I get to see him inside that place again. The same dream that lurked me the past few weeks. It was continued like a TV Drama series every night.

I don't know why I had to dream about him in repetition. I could sometimes think that my condition is starting to get worst. I must talk to someone again about it. But the other part of me stayed still and watched everything begun inside my dreams. If Alfred does know his existence in my world, he would know how to find me. But, I doubt if he's ever a real person. If he is, then why am I only dreaming about him?

I do not believe in ghosts. I don't believe that there's such as those. I only believe in what I could see in reality. But it's hard to know what's real and what's fake. I couldn't even trust anyone, so as myself.

I must be out of my mind. But his presence was always made known inside of my dreams...

"Quick! Hide, Clan! They're coming for you," he hissed, fear in his eyes.

I hid behind a bush with him. Stammering, I pulled his clothes to catch his attention. "W-what's going on?" I don't understand why we suddenly have to hide. Fear is starting to eat my sanity. I couldn't bare to witness another entity destroying my life.

"They are here. They have come," he answered. We suddenly heard hallow voices speaking alien language near us. To the sound of them, they really seemed pissed off.

"Are they going to kill us?" My voice broke, almost inaudible to his ears. Even though I'm afraid, I still wanted to know if we still can surpass this.

"Not if I can help it. I'll protect you no matter what..." he said vehemently. Then, the cursed laughters echoed all over the forest.

I closed my eyes, faith on my sleeves. I believe in what he just said. How funny it may seem, but I do believe in him. I do. I always do.

As long as Alfred is with me, I won't feel a prick of fear in my heart. I won't worry too much because I kniow he'll protect me from those who wanted me dead.

"Don't be afraid. I will not let anyone hurt you. I promise you that," he said passionately, cupped my hand and gave it warmth.

"I believe you..." I whispered. I really do.

I watched everything happened again. I watched it over and over again. But this dream seemed to be a lovely memory of someone I didn't know. This is someone's memories. And I'm starting to feel envy. Pain. Jealousy.

He must be so passionate abour protecting this girl in my dreams. He must love her.

Why am I feeling this way? I shouldn't be bothered by this dream but I couldn't help myself. I somehow wished that it's me that he's protecting.

I felt the sudden jealousy within me. It began to eat my whole system. I didn't know that I was already balling both of my fists. Suddenly, blood started to ooze from them.

I loosened my grip and gasped. I blinked twice and couldn't believe what I just witnessed. I've dreamt this memory for about 10 times already. And this is the first time that I changed the scenes. This is the first time I saw myself getting jealous, feeling much anger inside my heart.

I noticed that Alfred turned to me and waited for me to speak. His eyes became a pair of deep wells. They possess all the waters in the world. The water, my lifeline. It corresponds to my life and of how I depended on it.

I opened my mouth to say something. At first, no words came out it. I just helped the silence prolong this insanity. Not long enough, I said. I looked up to his eyes. "If you really wanted to protect me, then say may name. Who am I? What is my name?" I asked.

I saw a glint of surprise in his eyes. It was quite unnoticed, but later on I have sensed it. The way he breathed made me wondet about his eye movement. He, then, smiled. "Are you afraid that I might be lying to you?"

I balled my fist again. I eyed him intently, waiting for his answer.

"Are you afraid that I might not say anything new? This is your tenth dream, isn't it?"

I widened my eyes in surprise. I didn't see that coming. How did he know that I always dream of him?

My cheeks suddenly warmed. I looked away. Did he see me blushing? What if I fail to hear an answer? How should I know?

Alfred laughed and carressed my cheek. It felt so warm and gentle. It made my anxiety subside for a moment. "Wait for me. Do not despair for quite a long time. I am still working on protecting you from them. It hasn't changed ever since. Do not be so curious about everything. I wouldn't hold you for long. I only get the chance to tall to you in this place..." he suddenly said.

"Y-you mean this dream is--"

"Yes, it is. It is the only connection that we have for now. This is the only way I could communicate to you without putting your life in danger..." he revealed.

"But why? Why are you connecting to me? Who are you?"

Alfred's face slowly loved closer to mine. He smiled weakly and touched my chin. "We're destined to reconnect. No matter how much we fight it, it's our destiny that's written in the heavens. It's how we should be.

"Do not ask for too much. One thing that I can promise is your protection. I will not let any harm get into your way. They can not harm you. I promise you that..." he said in a long statment in his sincerest words.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at the bright light. Then, everything I saw earlier was gone...