Are You Still Here, Olivia?

Chapter Two

         I was a little bit nervous and frightened. For the second time around, I felt her presence. I felt the cold wind slightly touched my arm. I couldn't move for a while, it seemed that it happened to me before. I couldn't explain my uneasiness. I was anxious and restless with my feelings. Did she visit me once again? or Could she come here, for me?  

          The aura of my room changed as if it had become miserable. I couldn't figure it out. The only thing I knew, she was at my side. Looking at me for a long time. I felt her presence. I immediately covered my eyes with a blanket to avoid her sad face and eyes shrouded in sorrow and grief. The flickering lights made my hair stood on end. "Please, don't scare me. I'm begging you!"  

          When I woke up, I saw a girl in front of me. She was exhausted. "How's your sleep?" She looked familiar, it seemed that we both met at the same house. I couldn't recollect the time and date. I'm certain, I knew her. I sniffed the slimy blood, but I didn't know where the smell came from. "Come with me" I stood up and followed her. When she turned back I saw the red-stained on the hem of her white dress. "Why are you looking at my dress?"  

            I was silent and didn't utter a single word. I smelled of the rotting body once again. I didn't have any idea from where it came. I just realized everything was typical. "This room makes all my agonizing!" I saw her eyes, filled with dejection and disgust. It seemed that we're connected. "How long have you been living here?" She just stared at me for a long time.  

          All of a sudden, someone held my hand. "Are you dreaming?" I saw her distress. She hugged me tightly and held my hand. "Stay with me for a long time." I was perplexed by what she was talking about. "Mom, of course, I will stay here since this is the place where I live." She kissed my forehead. "Come on, let's eat our breakfast." I cooked your favorite food,  I nodded with uneasiness. I couldn't describe the things that bothered me the most.      

           It was five past seven in the morning, I went outside to check my bicycle. Its color was faded due to the rain, but it was still my favorite bicycle. "Mom, I'll go outside to breath fresh air." The truth was, I missed everything about my place. I immediately rode my bicycle like a child eager for her toy. As I rode my bicycle I heard the chirping of the merry birds flying freely to the place they wanted to go. The sunshine of the sun made me felt joyous despite my anxiety. The dark, blue clouds that showed easiness in life, and the new sprout flowers and seeds reminded me of the renewal of resentful life. 

           While enjoying seeing the beauty of nature. One thing caught my interest. The dilapidated house. It made me feel discomfort not because I took a long ride, but the atmosphere. The melancholy that everyone could feel while passing by here.  I stared at the house for a long time it seemed that it was hypnotizing me. I felt it before. I was certain about it. Until I saw a woman who was looking afar, standing at the shabby door. She had deep eyes. I saw in her eyes her long agony. 

        She glared at me for a long time. I was puzzled, it seemed that she was indignant at me. Her deep eyes filled with melancholy and suspicion.  She was looking afar and standing in front of the shabby door. It seemed that she wanted to convey something about her situation. "Hello, are you okay?" She just looked at me. "How long have you been there?" Silence covered the place.  

     I couldn't hear a reply from her. Suddenly the breeze cooled down, it touched my skin. I felt uneasy. I dropped my phone, I immediately took it. When I looked at the woman in a white dress, I never saw her again. She vanished like a wind. My phone rang, "Hello, Kate! where are you? someone is looking for you." I didn't have any idea, who was the one looking for me. 

For the last time, I glanced at the peculiar house. She was not there anymore. 

        "Hi, Kate! it's been a while." I was stagger I didn't know her. How it happened that she knew my name. I didn't utter any word. If my mom knew that she allowed a stranger to enter our house. She would be ill at ease. "Kate, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare food for you. I just nodded. I looked at her eyes, those eyes seemed to be familiar. "Here's your juice, please take it don't be shy. Anyway, I'm Kate's mother glad to meet you. If you don't mind may I know your name?" "I'm Olivia" I felt my body trembled and dropped my glass of juice. I felt even extremely anxious. Her eyes shrouded with great torment.  

         "Kate, I'll go now I need to go to the grocery store, please take care of your guest!" The atmosphere was suddenly surrounded by grief and sorrow. "Could you visit me once again?" I was more perplexed by what I heard. Since the time she arrived, I didn't say anything to her. I was like a child who was looking for an answer to the words she left out. When she held my hand, I felt the coldness of her hand.  

          She was a resemblance to a girl whom I saw at the dilapidated house two kilometers away from ours. I was so fearful of her deep and black eyes, her bloodless face, and the stained white dress that I saw for how many times. "Why are you really frightened?" with a deep voice. I couldn't take my eyes off her sorrowful face. "Could I stay with you?" It made my blood ran cold. As she approached me the nauseating smell of dried blood bothered me extensively. Her long nails that covered with sludge. It seemed that she dug the ground before visiting me. Could it be possible or maybe it was only my delusion. Neither the two. The only thing I knew was, she was sitting beside me and staring at me for a long time.