The Assassin's Kryptonite

Back Again

“Camille!”

I was woken up by a loud voice and light flashing on my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t exactly sure where I was, but when I saw his face, I knew that I had to run.

“Camille! Let’s go home, it’s dangerous here,” he exclaimed, trying to take my hand. But no. not this time. Not anymore.

“Camille… please….”

I can still hear him even if I’m walking as fast as I can already. The rain has stopped but I can feel the bushes where I’m walking, and they’re wet. The wind is also blowing hard, and I can’t help but shiver. But no. not again. not this time.

I’d choose to shiver in the cold than to even look at him. I’d choose to battle my fear in this dark forest than to talk to him. I’m done believing him and I meant that with my whole heart. I won’t take his bullshits anymore and I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

“Camille! Do you even know where you’re going?”

No. I don’t know. I didn't even have a single plan aside from keeping myself alive until my parents finally found me. I’ll trust their love for me and stay alive. And even if I need to wait alone, even if I don’t really know how to do that, I’ll still try.

“Camille! Just please listen! We need to go home! There’s a storm coming, and we need to be home…”

I could perfectly hear his voice, but I wasn’t in the mood to understand anything. Or is it my heart that keeps my brain from listening to him? Or am I really that cold already that I can’t function anymore? I just really want this night to end. Why is this day so long in the first place?

“Camille! It’s dangerous here! Just please go home and I won’t even bother you there! Go home and I’ll leave, please!”

I don’t know if it’s the desperation in his voice that made me stop or is it what he said. What did he just say?

“What did you say?” I asked without looking at him. but of course, he really thinks I can’t punch his guts right now as he walked in front of me.

“Let’s go home and I’ll leave. I’ll sleep outside if you want me to.”

“Why don’t you just go to hell?” I wasn’t sure where I got the courage to tell him that. But I saw how his expression changed. I startled him, huh? Well, my question is genuine. If he can, why don’t he just go somewhere where I wouldn’t see him and that he’ll suffer? f**k him.

“Let’s just please go home.”

“I hate you.”

“I know but we still need to go home, it’s dangerous here.”

“Aren’t you more dangerous? Isn't it safer for me to stay here than to be with you? Huh, Trevor?”

“Please don’t say that” he tried to hold my hand, but I was quick to dodge him. “I will never hurt you, Camille. Never, how could you think that?” I can almost hear his voice breaking. But no. not again. not this time. Never.

“Why? How could you do this to me Trevor? We’ve been f*****g together on this island for a month, and I really thought we’ve become friends. More even. More than friends. And then this? You’re lying to me all this time?” I tried hard to not cry. I really did. I feel like I almost begged myself not to shed any more tears because I was just really tired. So tired of everything.

“I’m sorry…” he exclaimed, bowing his head.

“No! you don’t get to say sorry and just call it a day Trevor! You have to tell me how to get out of here! I know you know how because you’re one of them right? and what are your plans for me? Are you going to kill me here?”

“What? No! No! Camille! I won’t do that! I can never do that to you!”

“Really? Then tell me the truth Trevor! Who are you? What are you doing here? And who are you with? Just please tell me anything because I’m already losing my mind!”

We were both startled when lightning struck. A loud thunder immediately follows, and I can’t help but cower in fear. And then there was another one. And then another.

“Let’s go!” Trevor was quick to pull me on my feet. He was holding my hand as he walked towards a direction that I might guess is to the abandoned mansion.

The rain was pouring hard and it’s making it hard for me to see where we’re going. But Trevor was just walking fast like it’s nothing. Well, it’s a good thing that he has a flashlight. But I was beginning to catch my breath. this is not walking anymore, this is running.

“Trevor!” I tried calling his name but the combination of the thunder, the rain and the wind is making it even hard for me to hear my own voice so I don’t think he can even hear me at this point.

“Trevor!” this time, I pulled my arm successfully making him look back at me.

“Camille, you can be mad at me in the mansion but please just follow me now!” he was shouting but I didn’t take no offense anymore because he might not be also hearing his voice.

“No! that’s not why!”

“What?” he exclaimed as he went closer so we could hear each other.

“Can we walk slower?! I’m catching my breath already!” I shouted in his face. Well, no offense.

“Hold this,” he gave me the flashlight and then kneeled in front of me.

“What are you doing?!”

“Get on my back! We can't go any slower, the storm might already be here!” he exclaimed, and I can already sense the urgency in his voice so without further complaint, he carried me on his back.

I didn’t know how he did it, but he was even running while carrying me. I just closed my eyes while I held the flashlight for him. The rain is so strong that I can’t keep my eyes open for that long.

After a couple of minutes, I felt him getting slower, so I opened my eyes. I saw the mansion a few feet away from us. A few seconds more and we were already inside the mansion.

“Go to the bathroom and take a bath,” he exclaimed as he put me down.

“I know what to do,” I can’t help but b***h around again as I walked towards the bedroom to get some clothes.

While rummaging through the boxes, I realized that I have nothing to wear. I have nothing of mine to wear. And I hate how I don’t have a choice but to use his. I don’t have a choice but to smell his scent on me as I use his clothes.

I hate how I hate him and yet I have no choice but to stick with him. I hate it.

I went to the bathroom to take a bath, the last thing I want to be now is to be sick. When I finished taking a bath, I saw the medicine box lying on the floor near the sink. I took a tampon and wore it; I don’t want to be messy now.

I finished putting on clothes and immediately went to the bedroom because the thunder and lightning continued to frighten me.

“Huh, he’s not here?” I exclaimed while surveying the room. Well, he might be somewhere far from me. That’s what he said. That’s what he said to make me go here.

“Well, he better honor his word.”

I could’ve been somewhere else. I could’ve been somewhere far from here. Why did the storm hit today for all the days it could? Does heaven really want me to stay here? But I don’t. Staying here means that I’m surrendering. Staying here means danger.

I just really want to go home.

“Just please let me go home….” I can’t help but pray really hard. If there’s really a god who listens, please take me away from here. Or if it’s not too much to ask, please turn back time. Please bring me back to the time where everything is fine.

Please….

I immediately wiped my tears when the door suddenly opened.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” I can’t help but roll my eyes.

I took a glimpse, and I noticed his mouth hanging open. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Wow, now he can’t talk. Really?

“What?”

“I’m sorry for not knocking,” he exclaimed as he bowed his head like a little puppy. Well, he looks pitiful but who f*****g cares? Who f*****g cares? I stared at him and noticed that he’s already dressed in dry clothes, and he brought food.

Food…… oh god, it smelled so good that I could almost hear my stomach grumbling.

“Whatever,” I exclaimed as I turned my back on him. Well, I’m hungry and I’m thirsty. But my heart says no, and my brain currently supports what my heart wants.

“I brought you food, please eat,” he exclaimed, and I felt hungrier. s**t! Mommy! Daddy! I’m so hungry! I have never felt this hungry my whole life! Ugh!

But no. I need to hold my ground so he can finally take me seriously.

“I’ll leave it here. Please eat when you’re hungry,” he exclaimed as I heard him put down the food and then went out of the room.

“I’m hungry you i***t! I stayed in the forest for how many hours, what did you expect?” I can’t help but grumble as soon as the door closes. I don’t even know where he’ll go but I don’t even care now. All I care about is the fact that the food smelled so good, and my stomach was rumbling so bad.

“Should I eat?” I asked myself to stare at the perfectly grilled meat on the table. I couldn't help it anymore as I stood up from the bed and went to the table.

“I’ll just smell it, I promise,” I told myself as I brought the food near my nose. And that’s one of the dumbest ideas I have ever had because the moment I smelled the juicy natural flavor of the meat, my legs turned into jelly.

“Oh god, I’m so hungry….” I almost cried at the thought of not eating because the delicious food on the table is from that guy who I hate the most.

“Ugh! But if I don’t eat, I’ll die right?” I looked dumb talking and convincing myself. It’s a good thing that I’m alone. Oh well, it’s not. I don’t want to be alone.

“But I’ll die right? if I don’t eat? That's a basic biology lesson right Camille Louella?” I exclaimed, smelling the food again. I feel like I’m getting delirious already.

“And if I die? Why would I give the satisfaction to Trevor right? if I suffer that bastard might even be happy. And I might make his job easier for him, right? yeah yeah, I should eat,” I finally convinced myself, but I stopped when I thought of something.

“What if this is poisoned?” I exclaimed in horror.

I immediately went outside the room to look for him. I’m so hungry but I am too sure. Dying of poison is not exactly the way I want to go.

“Trevor!” I exclaimed when I wasn’t able to find him in the mansion. Well, I’ve been here a month and I haven’t even explored this big house. This is just too creepy and dirty, so I didn’t even try but because of that, I don’t even know if there’s an extra room here.

“Trevor!” I shouted louder because the rain is still pouring hard, and the lightning and thunder occasionally still frightens me.

I still can’t find him so I opened the backdoor because he might be outside. I was right as I saw a figure in the nearby shed.

“Trevor!” There I caught his attention. Without a beat, he immediately went to me and because the distance between the shed and the backdoor is not shaded, he was instantly drenched.

“What? Do you need something?”

“You’re wet,” I can’t help but to exclaim. He might have caught a cold.

“I’ll change later, what is it?” he exclaimed, not minding what I just said. What Camille Louella? He said it’s okay so why don’t you just let him get sick and wait until he dies right? ugh! That’s just too morbid even for me.

“No, change first,” I exclaimed as I walked past him into the bedroom.