Film of Love

Cinquante Sept

Pleasant winter weather that’s going to end sooner than I expected. I am currently in my house to get a proper dress-up for the incoming job interview that I’ll be attending later on. I didn't buy a new dress because as far as I know, I saw mom having one set as well as the shoes because of the work she had when she was a maiden. I am just hoping that she hides and kept it somewhere I can reach and find easily or else I have to get into the attic. I hate those rooms, in the attic especially. I hate those creepy-ass vibes in the attic and I hate to breathe in dust and maybe when I get the dress successfully I am full of dust and spider webs.

I have so much time to spare because I didn’t sleep at all. I can't sleep well when my head starts to get excited as well as my body. My mind is so active last night because the possibilities that I can think of are too much in my mind. I hate that much on my lists of habits. I am just hoping that I will not feel drowsy or sleepy on the way. My body clock is so wrecked that even falling asleep just for a little is affected by it. I am still in my bathrobe, just waiting for the right time to dress up. It’s very chilly this time because the sun will be rising in a bit.

I looked out the window and it was a bit boring seeing the same houses every time. I can’t look at the sides because there are almost no gaps between the townhouses and I know that they were built just like that and we can’t do anything about it.

Some of my neighbors are still in their deep sleep and some are awake and having some jogging all around the entire street while I just sit on the balcony with my coffee which makes my body warm and space out. Just like that I suddenly remember again the events last few days ago. It was when I finally got to see and meet the person who saw the incident. I received a call from the investigator and was instructed that I should be able to show up in their office to personally check it.

He is no old man nor he is a young man. He looks around his mid-30s and he is shorter than me. I’m 169 cm long and he looks about a few inches off than me. His hair is black with a fair skin tone and he looks so tense but I get it because he is one of the witnesses and it’s pressure for him to say anything about what he saw that day.

“You can tell us now,” my dad’s investigator said.

“Uhm…that day was not any ordinary day for me. I was just wondering and walking around the road because my car wasn’t able to get through the heavy pile of snow in the road and my car heated up.” He began. “So I just walked to know if there is any nearby automobile repair shops not until I heard a deafening sound of collision and that’s when I saw your father’s car being crushed and collide with this huge truck that is so scary to look at but I noticed that it was no different truck than any others it’s just that…”

“Just that? What?” I gulped and asked.

“It’s just that… there was something like a heavy metal that formed in spikes and it was located at the front of the truck. Instead of a furnished and smooth bumper, it was by black scary sharp spikes.” He was shaking at that time. “I am the one who called an ambulance but it seems like the person aboard the truck was watching me and felt that it wants to attack me but goodness gracious and I was saved when there are cars passed by and it went away.” He continued even though he was shaking and his voice is almost giving up but I respected him because he told us a very insightful and helpful story about how it happened.

“I am guessing is that… it was not an accident…its more like a planned incident because the truck doesn’t have any plate numbers and the vehicle has illegal spikes in front. I am so nervous about your father because I don’t know… if who… can survive the impact… and is grateful he is alive.”

It was such a short time but it felt like forever and I am grateful but also scared for his dear life. The policeman in charge said that he and his family will be taken care of by the police municipality of Caen for the time being or until the day the police will catch the suspect. He was thankful for that because his family's safety is what he minded.

After that talk, the only ones left in the room is the two of us. I looked at our investigator and saw that he was like revising the information he get from the witness. He looked at me and said. “It looks like it is not just an ordinary accident in winter because for what I have been experiencing since the day I was assigned here is that there are accidents like this and the cause of it is because the road is muddy and slippery—what I noticed is that it happened on the area with no CCTV installed, no sign of people living and it happened when there are few to no cars passing by the road, it doesn’t have plate number and this weird and odd object he was saying.” He pointed out so many points that I think I missed.

Once the whole thing processed to me, I started shaking because it was possible to do it like it was an accident. I am so afraid right now because the person who did it to my father is still outside and free or they can even eye every move I or we make.

“Do you have any idea what kind of vehicle it can be?” I asked. He was thinking, I don’t know if he can answer me because he is a police officer, not someone who has knowledge about trucks, I’d say.

“Well, I am basing it on what he said and what I just saw in the area of the scene. It might be from a factory or a place that manufactured building materials and one of them should be cement... When I did an observation and investigation I found something different from the road. It rarely can be seen if you’re far away because the color is like snow but as I looked into it, that was the time I know that it is not snow from the shade of color it gives off and it is on cement.”

What he said blows my mind out. It was a scary experience and I am scaring the hell out of myself the fact that I am all alone in this house made it so much scary and I might get paranoid any time soon. I am hoping that they will make him at ease and also if he needs to go to psychological therapy because of his experience I hope he will go. I want the best for him as much as I want the best for my dad because whatever angle you can see in his life, he will be in great danger.

I also asked cautiously if they will be arranging his safety. I can't lose a witness because it's only one, I am putting a lot of trust in them because that's their job not until they were paid by someone and sabotaged my father's case. I am alright if I am the one who is in pain, I can take it and handle it as long as I can but not with my family. They are the only ones I have, I loved them as much as I love myself and I can take risks because I know they are innocent.

Once I get to the point that the investigation is steadily moving and we have some alleged suspects in line, I will be grateful for that and that's what I am hoping for, but for now, I should be working or finding a job because the investigation will not go one and continue when there is no money. We have no freebies in here because they are working so hard and they need cash and balles to continue their work. The money I have is getting smaller and smaller and I know that anytime soon it will vanish in thin air. I am sad that the money that I saved up and the money I gained from winning the competition will be going to others so fast. I can't even seem to enjoy looking at the 7 digits in my bank account, but what I can do? If I choose to be selfish it will be hard on my family and on myself too. I can't look them in the eyes if I did that, I will be so horrible to myself.

I sighed and just strolled into my social media and also review the questions that they might ask. I am nervous about all of the things that are happening to me and I am praying that this day will be better than any other day. My mother doesn’t know anything about this and she will know it when I am accepted. I assured her that I will handle all of the mess and I told her that she should handle dad and wait for him to wake up.

The last few weeks for her is so worse and although I have some beef with my other relatives I decided to put down my pride for a bit and called them and asked if they can visit and they said yes. I want my mom to be happy and I know she is happy with her siblings. So, I called them also so that they can joke around with her to help her get out of the depression and burden that she is feeling inside. I also informed her sister about me and also said that if she have nothing to do I requested that she can stay with mom until dad woke up. She is kind and understanding so she agreed.

In the end, here I am having no trouble being away from her for a while because I know that she is not lonely while I am away from them. I will work hard to enter the company and be accepted because I need a job to sustain my life. It will be more difficult than all the practices I made for figure skating but because I have someone to get the energy I am confident that it will be not that hard for me not to handle it.

I hope Mr. Frederick can offer me a good job in a company that pays well because I need money in the first place that’s why I accepted their offer. The company is just 2 hours away from Honfleur which is very long if I will think of it. I am also contemplating if I want to go back and forth, mind the time and how far I will travel by myself because I don't have anyone to drop me off and fetch me in the company. Also, the car I am using is still the rented one and I am hoping to get the car from my dad but they texted me last night that they can't do or repair the car anymore because of how ruined it is. I am scared now about the truck that intentionally crushed my dad.

I felt rage in me right now. I believe He does nothing bad about them and if He made a remark that offended them it is not acceptable, and will never be acceptable just because of that they have the right to do that. They are not human anymore, they are monsters. The investigation is moving so slow because the incident happened when they know that it is hard to get information. No CCTVs and there are no other vehicles except for the two. We are grateful that someone called an ambulance and he is also the witness my dad is now with us even though he is not awake but him being there can make us a bit concerned and worried and even I don't like hospitals, I can survive being there because it is so much presentable not that creepy and it smells much cleaner as I stay there.