Scars, Rin Tan Qian Yong [book club reads txt] 📗

28th October 2010 (Thursday) About 6.00 a.m.

Dear Diary,

It was weird, today, when I was going to go to school, I received a sudden chill, that’s why I.m writing to you. What do you think? Did I get overly-suspicious or overly-protective of myself? Something/someone is coming for me. I uh… I’m sorry, I totally didn’t know why I wrote that line, okay? I don’t really understand this annoying feeling I'm getting which tells me something, or rather, somebody dangerous is going to appear and I don’t know “what” or “who” it is! And it just annoys me even more! I’m pissed off! This feeling I get leaves me tired and I can’t help but wonder whether the feeling is warning me about something?

It isn’t totally impossible, right?

Aunt Maggerie’s in the 'Hey! Clean that up! Hey! Clean this up!' mood but she’s okay... I guess. She’s quite good to me already, don’t you think so? I mean since she took me in and gave me awesome care and all since I don’t want to be with my siblings after my parents passed away a month ago but…

I really miss my Mum and Dad... Why did they have to go in that accident? Just why did that car have to crash into them?

Oceane Helzin stopped writing, tears flowed her cheeks and splashed onto her dairy as she remember what the murderer did, the innocent murder the murderer did as he took out a knife and slashed Oceane’s parents and took away their life. Oceane clenched her teeth, determined to forget the incident that happened only a month ago. She hated her siblings, despised them, to be exact. They were always bullying her due to her exquitsive beauty and her age, Oceane was the youngest in the family and it was the main cause for her siblings to be making fun of her, hurting her. She was doted the most by her other family members like her grandparents, aunties and uncles, cousins and so on. She hated it. She hated all about her life, she wished she had never been born. She didn’t know where she belong, if she even has a place to belong. Hatred was the first thing that came to mind when she thought of her siblings, Reneka Watere, Fein Watere, Sexine Watere, Keine Watere a total of four of them excluding Oceane herself of course. They tortured her, pulled on her hair, burned her with fire, ordered her around, whipping her, all sorts of torture not enough for death but enough for hurt and pain when their parents weren’t around. If Oceane even dared to complain to anybody or anyone, her punishment from her siblings were served mercilessly. Thinking of the memories, Oceane slammed her dairy on her table, grabbed her bag, and ran down the stairs where her Aunt Maggerie and Meire, Aunt Maggerie’s daughter ate their breakfast.

“Morning, Oceane!”, Meire shouted in her as-usual-cheerful voice which evidently proves that she was an optimist. Meire was twenty-six, eleven years older than Oceane, but Oceane was on good terms with her, she felt normal, calm and peaceful when she was with Meire. “Yeah. The morning to you too, sis.”. Oceane had started calling Meire “sis” already. They were totally like siblings when it comes to relationship. Still, as usual, Meire was not as beautiful as Oceane. Meire had golden short hair which only reaches her shoulder and her tanned skin was a huge contrast to Oceane’s pale white. Meire’s fringe was short until it was hardly visible, which makes it a total opposite from Oceane’s long black one.

“Bye, Aunt! Bye, sis!”, Oceane said as she made her way out of the door to her school. She was crowned Winter Princess last year at school due to her age and her beauty. She was meant to be Winter Queen but she was too young and her place was therefore taken (She didn’t complain ‘cause she doesn’t even care.) . Known for her long raven black hair, pale white and smooth skin and bright but black eyes, Oceane was very popular among boys and even girls.

“Hi, Cean!”, one of Oceane’s best friend, Coco Cinele, shouted as soon as she spotted Oceane’s jet black hair in the huge crowd.

“Good morning, Co.”, Oceane answered.

Oceane was the kind of girl who hated any social contact but Coco and Jinel were exceptions. Other people were a no-thanks to Oceane. She thought they were too much trouble, too much bully, too much nonsense. Coco had blonde hair and golden-yellow eyes while Jinel had auburn hair and fire-red eyes and although their beauty could not be compared to Oceane’s, their looks were better than average. “Cean! Nel’s late again!”, Coco complained, “and we promised meeting here at seven too! Humpfh!”.

“Co…”, Oceane began, but stopped and pointed at where a huge crowd was, “C-Co….. th-that g-guy….. W-Who is he…..?”. “Frey Gaston,eighteen. ‘Ya’re fifteen right? Meaning the guy’s three years older than ‘ya and one year older than us. Cool, huh? He’s new here.”, a familiar voice answered. “Jinel Rean! How many times must you be late! The next time and I won’t talk to you anymore!”, Coco shouted as smoke rose through her ears. “‘Sup! ‘Least I told ‘ya that he’s a transfer student too!”, Jinel said casually. “No you didn’t!”, Coco countered. Jinel had a yankee-like accent which is her evident of being a yankee before before quitting the yankee group and getting kicked at first.

Wow! Was the first word that came to Oceane’s mind when Oceane saw the teenager man cladded in blue jeans, designer black shirt, and brown boots. “Awesome, isn’t he?!”, Jinel stood next to Oceane. “Yeah…he’s..... Cool.”, Oceane answered. “What?!”, Jinel and Coco shot Oceane unbelievable glances. “B-but… Cean! Y-You haven’t thought of any boy as cool before! A-Are you okay?!”, Coco ran towards Oceane and touched her on her forehead. “Y-Your forehead’s hot! Go to the sick bay! Now!”. Oceane brushed Coco’s hand away and said “I’m fine! Now let’s go back to class! It’s going to start soon too anyway!”. Oceane flushed, she never knew what it was like to feel nervous and embarassed in front of a boy because it was always her who excite the boys, not the boys excite her. She was the smartest girl whom everyone admires, the most beautiful girl whom everyone gawks at, and she had never gawked at or admired anyone before. Not one time had she felt this way, not a single time since she was born.

Until now.

History class, Mr. Crackens class. This is rather…… boring! Oceane thought. Then suddenly, she felt as if a pair of new eyes had locked on to her. It’s just another boy! No worries! But she could feel it. The eyes ... were just….. new. Eyes that had never locked on to her before. Oceane turned around just in time to see the new boy, Frey, turn away from her. Talk about weird. Oceane turned back and tried her best to give all her attention to Mr. Crackens again.

Then suddenly, she began to feel dizzy.

“A-Are you okay?!” Was the last thing she heard as her surroundings disappeared and plunged her into darkness.

Oceane's eyelids fluttered open and she sat up to see a pair of black eyes staring at her. Frey Gaston. “Hi. I’m Frey Gaston. I almost thought you were going to sleep the whole day, you okay?”, he slipped his right hand to Oceane’s forehead before saying, “Good, at least the fever dropped a little.”, and then, he smiled. It was a smile which left Oceane red-faced.

28th October(or rather 29th October)2010 (Thursday(or rather Friday) Nearly 1.30 a.m.

Dear Diary,

 I can’t get to sleep at all, what do you think I should do. Today, a new boy arrived at school today. He’s the reason why I can’t sleep. He is totally good-looking. Just talking about him makes me feel nervous and happy.

Wow! Talk about drop-dead gorgeous. Still, this is the first time I’ve taken interest in any man/boy. Is it love at first sight or is it because he’s handsome?

Uh… I’m suddenly drowsy….. Nights!

XXXLove,OceaneXXX

Oceane packed her diary into her pinkish cupboard and look around her pink styled room. School later! Oceane thought with a yawn and went to sleep.

“Ah!”, Oceane heard Coco’s scream. Beside her, Jinel shuddered and gave a loud shout, “ C-Cean! B-B-B-Behind ‘ya!”, she stammered out. Oceane turned around and saw that there was a dark figure lurking in the shadows making its way towards them. “D-Don’t ‘ya come any closer! ‘Ya hear?!”, Jinel shouted at the figure in the shadows, making its way closer and closer inch and inch. Oceane backed away. She was terrified, very terrified. The shadow inched closer. “No!!!”

 Oceane inhaled and exhaled deeply. It was just a nightmare. It’s not true. Just… Just a nightmare. Nothing, nothing to be afraid of! Nothing…… She tried to tell herself but no matter what she tried to tell herself, it wouldn’t work, because she knew how real it was, because she knew it wasn’t just a nightmare. Nobody told her but she just knew. Somehow, somehow she knew. Somehow she knew it was a warning instead of a nightmare. Somehow… Just somehow……

“Good morning, sis.”, Oceane said in her usual tone, at least, that was what she thought. “Ah! Oceane! Your’re awake! Morning!”, Meire answered as usual, cheerful. Oceane tried to smile at her “sister”. Then, her Aunt Maggerie appeared at the kitchen’s opening. “Ah! Oceane! You’re awake!”, Aunt Maggerie said, almost repeating the same line as her daughter, before continuing, “But you must be asleep! You have a fever! Go on! Up the stairs! Go on! Now!”. “Uh………”, Oceane started, just then, the doorbell rang, “I will go open the door.”, she said instead. Oceane walked towards the door and opened it. It was there that she saw Frey.
“Oh! H-hi!”.

“Yes, hello to you too, Oceane.”, Frey answered. He looked at her in amazement. She, with her hair and eyes black looked like a dark angel in her short black tee which did not reach her black mini pants.
Curiosity surged through Oceane as she did not know why Frey knew her address. “Your friends told me where you lived so I thought I could give you a visit. Am I…… uninvited?”, Frey said, as if he could read minds and he had read Oceane’s. “Oh… no. Please come in.”, Oceane answered as she made way for Frey to enter.

“T-Thanks for uh…… visiting me.”, Oceane said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence in the room. “Oh. No problem.”, Frey answered, casually. Even with his casualness, Oceane could feel his nervousness. “Would you like to go to my room? So…… you can talk more uh… freely?”, Oceane asked. “Oh? Oh, sure.”, he answered as Oceane lead the way to her room.

“I’m quite sure you have something to tell me, you know, other than visiting me and asking me how I am.”, Oceane said after reaching her room and locking the door. “…………”, no answer.

“Come on, let’s get to the point.”, Oceane prompted. “…………”, still no answer.

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