The Search for Freedom

I was going towards the window of my bedroom when something appeared in front of me. What the hell? This again? The pinkish cloud which did nothing but cause pain? I was wrong. I wasn't lucky that day. However, instead of the pinkish cloud that was going to absorb me, there was someone who stepped outside of it.

This was her again: the antiquated and ugly woman. Her appearance had not changed, nor even the clothes that she was wearing: a leather coat and long pants. She had long, curly hair that was spread around her back. But the most eerie part was her face, which I could not look directly at, so I just looked down at the floor to avoid it.

"How dare you show your face again after everything you did to me? You're such a wicked, contemptible hag!" I shouted.

She laughed at me and asked, "Are you not happy to see me?"

"How can I be happy to see the old woman who cheated me? You told me that you were going to give me power, but what kind of power is this?"

"If you won't stop scolding me, then I should leave!" She turned back and attempted to go, but I didn't let her.

"Wait a minute! I still have some questions for you."

She stopped, laughed like a demon, and faced me.

"Can you tell me why the pinkish cloud brought me somewhere last time?" I asked in a calm voice.

"If you really want to know, then kneel down on my front and beg me, or else I won't tell you anything!" She laughed again, as if she could do nothing with her life but laugh and laugh and laugh.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"You are heartless! If you're really thinking that you can drop me down so easily, then you will be disappointed."

She laughed again. "Then you can get nothing from me!" She turned to leave when I realized something.

"Wait! Don't leave I will do what you want. Just tell me everything!"

I knew I could lose my dignity doing what I was going to do, but there was no one else inside my room. I'd rather lose my dignity to that woman than lose my dignity to the people in my own town if they knew that I was a killer. I slowly kneel down on the floor and look at her demonic face with an asking gaze. If she was happy to see me in that position, She chuckled. An inexplicable thing appeared on her face; I couldn't directly look at it.

"Now, tell me about everything." I snuggled to find a comfortable position, then I totally sat down on the floor at her front.

"You may rise, because I'm not comfortable talking with someone who's sitting down on the floor in front of me."

What kind of hag was she? If she'd told me anything, why did she need to make me kneel down? She was so crazy, she wasn't thinking about anything. She wasn't thinking that she had hurt someone.

I stood up and faced her, but I couldn't directly look at her ugly face. She seemed to come from the world where demons lived. The veins on her face seemed to be snakes that were slightly moving and wanted to bite me.

$Why won't you look at me? I'm not comfortable talking with someone who's not looking at me," she barked again.

"Just tell me what you want to say, but I won't look at your face, whatever happens. You're so ugly and I cannot stand that!" I was so brave and certain of my every word.

"You're so stagy, but I like a brave girl like you." In a few seconds, she fell down into silence, then said, "You may now look at me."

What was she talking about? Was that all she wanted to say? Sorry, but I wouldn't look at her as long as you didn't mention the pinkish cloud; she was just making me a fool by making me follow her orders even though they didn't mean anything to me.

In the few moments that followed, I noticed she wasn't laughing as much as she used to. Maybe she felt irritated that she had wasted her time talking with me, so she already left. But I was mistaken. "If you won't look at my ugly face, then I should leave now. What a fool you are! You're just wasting my time!" She broke the silence.

She was a bit mad and annoyed. It was good to know that she knew and admitted that she was ugly and nobody could look at her face. Even her whole body, and hairs, seemed like creeping snakes. She was about to leave when I stopped her again. As she turned back to me, I was so appalled to see her appearance. What a mother-fucking jerk! She was so merciless that she cheated me many times! "Do I look handsome now?" The boy asked in a mixed voice. "Don't worry, I'm still the old woman, the hag you were talking about."

He showed me his flirty smile. The thick, unruly thatch of black hair that lay above his high forehead, with one stray lock falling forward, was still there and its position had not changed.

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"You! You're so merciless, and you cheated me again!" I exclaimed.

"It wasn't me who cheated you, but yourself." She laughed.

She had a point; it wasn't her who cheated me, but myself, because she couldn't cheat me if I didn't let her. But she was so clever, though she was already old. She was excellent at pretending to be someone.

That woman was so powerful that she could change her appearance. I became more ashamed of looking at that boy because of what I felt. I would rather talk about the appearance of the old woman than the flirty one. She could also copy anyone's voice. She was still using the voice of an old woman, though her appearance was that of a boy.

Amara was right in her words. I must not trust anyone, especially those whom I have just met. I was so ashamed to know that the old woman and the handsome boy were one. Because of the embarrassing moment that happened, I grasped my head and clenched my teeth.

"Oh Kaila, why won't you look at me and say something? I'm not ugly anymore. Look at my face. I'm so handsome." She bragged then laughed like a demon or a demon herself.

"I won't look at you as long as you are taunting me."

"You're such a shameful girl! I will leave now!"

Perhaps her face and eyes were very red and lashing like a stormy ocean or fire while saying those words. She sounded mad, and I also heard a crack when she kicked the leg of my poor table.

I looked back and wanted to stop her, but she'd already disappeared. What a shame! She was the one who wasted my time and not me. She was so shameful! A cheater! Such a crazy old, ugly, evil, demon! I knew no word which could explain how wicked she was!