The Assassin's Kryptonite

Barbie Dolls

"You’re lucky.”

“I guess I am,” I exclaimed, not sure what to say next.

I guess I really am lucky. Unlike most kids, I was born rich. Actually, not just rich, I was born filthy rich. Born to a wealthy family – both sides. Rich. I am rich. But…. Am I just really that? How am I speaking to myself right now and the only thing that I can think of myself is that I am rich? That’s it.

Is that how I’m living my life all this time? f**k!

“Are you asleep?” I asked one more time, not looking at him.

I waited for his reply. And sighed deeply when all I heard was silence. I turned my back on him and tried to sleep one more time. And I was literally hanging myself already because I couldn’t seem to find the right position to finally be in dreamland.

“I miss my parents,” I murmured. I mean he’s already asleep, so I guess it’s safe to just blurt out everything here. But I still had to murmur because I don’t want to disturb his sleep. He deserves to rest. While I was literally sitting all day, he has done what I think is a weeks’ worth of work.

“I miss my bed…… and my mother’s cooking. I also miss my dad’s dry and corny jokes,” I can’t help but laugh and cry at the same time remembering my parents. I’m here for not even a week and I already feel like I was away for a year.

It’s so hard to breathe. Like everything is tight and the air is not enough for me to breathe comfortably.

“I’m sure that my mom and dad are very worried about me now. Especially my mom, she’s a little bit protective,” I continued. For some reason, speaking like this makes me relax. It felt liberating just talking about what I feel to someone who I think doesn’t care that much. If he doesn’t care, that also means that he won’t judge so I guess it’s fine.

“You know what? I don’t have many friends,” I exclaimed. Well, it's true. “Maybe because I’m rich? I mean I just feel like they’re not genuine so I almost can’t form a strong bond with anyone except my family.”

Looking back, I guess that’s also the reason why I chose to break up with my boyfriends so fast and so often. I never felt really happy. Like genuinely happy. It always felt forced. Like it’s not meant to be. And I don’t want that.

Growing up, I witnessed how much my parents love each other. Like really love each other. I saw how my dad’s face glowed whenever she saw my mother. And how my mother’s face fills with worry whenever my dad goes home late.

It’s the kind of love that I want for myself and even though I had boyfriends who were seemingly nice and conventionally attractive, it still never felt right.

“But it’s okay. I don’t need people who only recognize me when they need something.”

 I wasn’t always a b***h. I remember when I was in preparatory class, I was quite friendly. Maybe because I am an only child and even though my parents showered me with love, I also craved for friends, for playmates who would find joy in playing with me and my Madame Alexander Eloise dolls which probably cost the same as my cartier bracelets. But I was surrounded by bodyguards back then and the kids didn’t want to play with me. it came to the point where they isolated me. That's when my mother decided to just homeschool me. 

I guess I was a lonely child. Even though my parents always told me how much they love and adore me, it can’t be helped that they’re almost always away. We are rich. And my parents had to make a couple of sacrifices to keep us in that kind of status.

When I grew up, I was still isolated. But not because of my bodyguards anymore, it’s because the world knows how rich we are. I am a literal princess because we are richer than most royal families. My family owns everything. Like everywhere I go, we own something from that place. And I enjoyed it.

The spotlight, everyone’s amazed awe. Everything. I was happy being on top. Even when that means that I’ll be alone. I didn’t care.

“Maybe no one except my [parents even care that I’m here,” I sighed deeply.

But in these kinds of situations. I just really feel lonely. I miss my family so much.

“Maybe those girls who hate me so much are even rejoicing right now. Thanking the heavens that Camille Louella Herrera Montellano is out of their sight.”

“Trevor….” I tried calling his name but to no avail.

“What do you think will happen to me? Do you think I’ll die here? I don’t want to die here. I still have so much to do. I still want to do so many things. I’m not going to die here, right? you promised me that right?” I was blabbing but I guess he was too deep into his sleep that they wouldn't hear any of my cries.

I cried silently, willing myself to sleep. I was wiping my cheeks dry when I felt something heavy on my waist. I looked down and I saw Trevor’s arm. If we’re in a different situation, I might have punched him in the guts so hard that he was touching me.

But I was too scared and sad to do that. So instead, I rolled so I could face him.

“Are you awake?” I ask, staring at his beautiful face while his arm is still latching on my side.

When he didn’t answer, I moved closer towards him and squeezed myself in his side. My head fits perfectly on the crook of his neck as I felt our cheeks touched. Not thinking about what I’m doing, I hugged him tight. But what startled me was when he hugged me back.

“Are you feeling, okay?” he might have noticed when I winced, feeling the pain in my groin.

“I guess?” I answered.

“What can I do?” he asked once more.

“I told you, you can’t find what I need on this island.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I asked, clutching my stomach as I curled into a ball trying to ease the pain. Ugh! I hate periods!

“Because I can’t do anything,” he murmured like he didn’t want me to hear what he just said. But I did.

“It’s not your fault,” I exclaimed. “Ugh!” I can’t help but squirm. When did it get so bad? I mean I do feel pain when I menstruate but not this kind of pain! This is incredibly painful like someone’s punching me in the gut!

“Camille?” I opened my eyes and I saw Trevor’s very worried face as he stared at me. I tried smiling at him, so he won’t worry but he just creased his forehead when I once again winced in pain.

“What can I do?” he asked, and I can clearly hear the worry in his voice.

“Nothing,” I answered, curling up to a ball once more.

“Anything?”

He continued asking me and I’m feeling so irritated and in pain that I can’t help but raise my voice.

“If you can find some Advil or Tylenol on this island then maybe you can help!”

I immediately regretted what I said and the tone of my voice when I heard the door close behind me. What? Did he just leave me? I didn’t notice how my tears started falling one by one.

“Trevor?! Did you just f**k leave me here all alone?! Ugh! I hate you!”

I was shouting inside the room because I was pissed and in pain at the same time.

I didn’t know how long he had been gone because I was busy clutching my stomach and crying.

“I hate you, Trevor….” And then everything went black.