When Fate Decided to Play its Part

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE:

A GLIMPSE OF THE PAST

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Althea just realizes how stupid she was after arriving on the floor where the venue of that party was on. She should have taken the elevator instead of the stairs since she was trying to escape. She was so stupid to take a path that will take her more time to get into the basement- the parking lot- and drive home immediately.

She always does this whenever her mind is in chaos. Meeting familiar people and remembering unpleasant memories from the past because of it has never been good for anyone, especially if those memories are bad enough to engrave deep traumas on them.

In her case, it was not them who gave it to her.

‘But,’ the corner of her mouth twitched. ‘If I ever did decide to take the elevator, it would be more embarrassing since it is in front of them. If I suddenly turned my back on them then stopped just to wait forever for the elevator to open while them staring at me from the back- isn’t that more embarrassing?’

Yup, that would be more embarrassing. It would be nice if there was a door and she will dramatically open it, dramatically drop off her last phrase, then dramatically turn her back- and dramatically shut the door, then storm off the room.

A dramatic exit.

‘Ugh,’ she groaned in her head. She cannot even laugh about how stupid she sounds. She shrugged. ‘Whatever, better to take the elevator in this floor instead. But- ‘

She stopped and looked around the hallways and rows of doors. One of her brows raised. ‘Where am I supposed to find the elevator?’

She looked around and she cannot see a map hanging on the wall. Weren’t they supposed to be hanging on the hallways? Since she cannot she them on where she was, she decided to turn on the next hallway.

She strides on the hallway with her rather long legs. The crispy sounds of her heels that keeps on hitting the tiled floor was the only noise that makes the floor looks not haunted by the lack of other sound and human beings wondering around.

The floor was quite and still. It feels like the floor was… Deserted.

That was then Althea noticed the oddity of the situation. The quick pace of her steps slowed down by a lot and her smooth forehead slowly crinkled as her brows met. Her steps slowed even more until they completely halted, the noise also disappearing on the air.

Without the single noise, the floor feels like it was dumped in a muddy water. The lights even dimmed a little and it the paints of the walls looks old and faded on Althea’s eyes. The feeling was like she was suddenly transported into another dimension that is the same but different. The atmosphere also feels like it was straight out from a horror movie.

pursed her lips and clasped the purse she has tightly. Truth to be told, she was not a big fan of horror movie.

horrible. She knew it is not real, but she will still jump out of fear or scream, or just plainly shiver and tremble on

“There’s no one here,”

they sure move

sighed in relief. ‘There

long as she knows that she’s not the only one who’s here on this floor. Her relief only lasted for a while after her

anyone as a hostage,

police knows

and snickers coming from the two of them. Their voices and footsteps were getting louder as they approach where Althea

exploded loudly, making Althea stun and unable to move a

Bombs?

Stealing?

Police?

criminals doing here? How

confusion and panic,

Did they pretended to be guests or pretended to be one of the tenants of

blood rushing down her head, and she can hear her beating heart to the point that

Did

she has in her head. She bit her lip and looked at her left. It was a room. She tried reaching out for the knob and

making them almost bleed out, but she cannot feel the pain. The adrenaline that was rushing through her veins made her move fast and swiftly, not even creating a sound. She went doors after doors, trying to open them, but they were locked. The sounds of their

and turned it, then, she heard

door, since, like the other doors she tried to

cold, heavy metallic object was pressed on Althea’s back. It was deathly cold, the shape of circle that was pressing against her skin was spreading the coldness to her whole body.

the object that was pointing at her, that was

It was a gun.

feel the hair on her nape rising after remembering a scene like this. A scene that she wished

running with tears streaming down her face with dried blood on her lips and nose. She was whimpering silently as she tries to endure the numbing pain on her feet as she tried