The flames danced along the walls, consuming everything in their path. I could only scream in agony, helpless, as I was crushed by a burning remnant of my former home, watching in despair as my own parents were – The sharp sound of a phone ringing woke me from my nightmare, sparing me. Usually I wasn’t so lucky, though. This dream was a recurring one; the ending was always the same, yet every time, it still made me remember. My world had fallen apart on that night, and I remembered it like it was yesterday. Still gasping, I slowly sat up from my small bed, its once neat white sheets now messy from my tossing and turning, and looked down at my bare hands, illuminated by the soft yellow glow from my nightlights. Those red burn marks, though faded, have haunted me for years now. The persistent blaring drew my attention to the plain black cell phone sitting on my nightstand. Calming myself, I answered the call. “Um… H-Hello?” “This is Luna’s number, right? Remember me?” The unidentified caller asked casually. “Anyways, about that job we talked about earlier –” “I’m sorry, but I’m not… um… Who are you…?” I trailed off, uncertain of what to say next. Who is this person, and how did he get our number? “Oh, it’s you, huh.” The man seemed a bit put off. “Well, I can’t say I wasn’t warned…” Warned? About what? Did something happen? “You’re her other personality, aren’t you? Don’t you remember yesterday’s conversation? Or did she not tell you anything? I mean, she is a –” “Oh, I
“Who’s they?” he wanted to know. “Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?”
“I’m not expecting anyone. It’s probably just a vagrant or beggar dropping my name. Send her packing,” William said.
" What gives you the right to just barge in here, who do you think you are ," I questioned her.
“No” “I've meant to talk to you about her. Strange.” “Oh. I know the one you mean.” “I thought you would.”
“That’s him alright,” he replied between dying chuckles. “Feel like tagging along with my errands? You can let out all your Iggy frustrations on me.”
“Who are you,” a deep voice started, “and what are you here for?” the mysterious man questioned.
“No,” Veronica offered a cold smile. “That’s not him. I hope not, anyway.” Watching the old couple order boxes of cookies to go, Veronica winced.
“Excuse me,” I said to one of the people walking by. “who is that man over their.”
“You told him you had some information to share. You wouldn’t give it to him, so I’m here.”
“Me. I was one of the detectives who was hired to be a part of the case.” I looked at her with fear. “I could be
"She did?" The detective asked surprised. When she remember the not so comfortable conversations with her, she tried to ignore the warmth she felt in her cheeks. "What did she.. uhm say exactly?"
"Just a second." I said to Justin, and walked up to the man. "Excuse me, but who are you?"
“You don’t have to talk. That pale face and haunted look tells me everything I need to know. It’s Joan, isn’t it?”
“Am I hearing you properly?” Antoneso laughed mirthlessly. “Since when did you think that she belonged to you?”
“I’m not sure,” he paused remembering back. “His name seems familiar for some strange reason.”