Guess what.

Getting out of a shitty relationship is shitty.

"It doesn't matter if you leave now Kennedy. You and I both know that you'll be crawling back by next week. Like the pathetic person you are." Add shitty boyfriends to the list and you end up with a disaster. I can't help but roll my eyes at his same old melodramatics. At least he can try to be original.

I stopped running and turned around to face him. From where I'm standing on the stairs, he couldn't see me, but I can see him perfectly. His athletic build, chiseled face, beautiful brown eyes, and obvious societal class are bait for the innocent. You go for it, then you're pierced by the hook and left dangling at his mercy. Expected to act to his every whim.

I stand for a second or two, sizing him up. If he's dangerous then I'm as cunning as a fox. He needs to be taught a lesson, but I don't have the time to teach him. I have more important things to do.

Strangers watch our exchange discretely as they rush into the theatre. The same theatre where he dared to touch up some other girl in my presence. That wasn't what sickened me though, I've become used to that and that- the fact that I'm used to it now- was what worried me. I'd stopped caring and started accepting it. Worse we aren't even married. Double worse, we're not engaged. Yes, I'm not even a pretentiously happy show wife.

I climbed the stairs and walked closer and closer to him, slowly. I feel the anger from 2 meters away. Only when I'm right in front of him do stop.

"It hasn't even been a minute and you're already coming back. If you behave properly the rest of the night, maybe I'll forget your little stunt." Kevin says wrapping his hand around my waist, tight. His blue eyes contaminating my green ones.

I could change him, I said. He's not that bad, I said.

I was freaking dumb two years ago.

"If I ever come back to you, you'll end up six feet under." I spit and the smirk he once wore melts into a scowl.

That's right I'm a bitch too.

LEAVE.

I hear the voice, I always do. It comes, whispers into my ear, compelling me to do things, then leaves. For once it was right, for once it pushes me in the right direction. It reminds me that I can't and will not ever come back to this man. This ends today.

I release myself from his grip and take hold of the pearl necklace around my neck. His eyes widened, warning me. With a harsh tug, the pearls scatter all around me. I smiled "It's over Kevin."

I turned and walked away, leaving Kevin speechless.

"You'll regret this Ken." He shouts when he finally recovers, earning a few glances from others in the courtyard and on the stairs. He's always been attention whore.

"The only thing I regret was ever settling for your rather tiny member." I say before getting into a random taxi.

My façade crumbles as soon as I sit in the car.

As we drive away, Kevin's face morphs from anger to disbelief and back to anger. Then he saunters back into the theatre.

I had looked in his eyes, studied them, before I left. I saw anger, jealousy, lust, arrogance and pride, sadness, and fear. Fear that I'd tell his mom about everything. Fear of what would happen if she heard. He'd given me the pearls last year as a gift. It was his mother's and she'd insisted he give it to me. Our break-up will completely crush her, but she's under the impression that her son is a better person. And he is but only for the cameras.

I had searched and searched for the one thing that I needed to see in those eyes. Love or even fleeting worry. I needed to know that he didn't want me to go because he actually cares. He didn't and that hurt.

"Kanton's Hospital." I mumble to the driver, and he hums in response. I heard the crack in my voice as I spoke and I'm sure he heard it too. He didn't ask and I was thankful for that.

I needed to get to Kevin's mom very soon. Kevin had probably gone to get his keys when he left and if he gets there first, he'll spin everything on me. Probably accuse me of cheating then shed a few tears. Then I'd lose her trust too and I can't let that happen.

My head rested against the window, I wipe the tears away and will myself to remember the good about life not the bad.

Well, there's that time you asked Kevin out.

I grimace.

Or that day you thought you could change him.

There's even that time that you said he's a good person.

Remember when Lilly told you it can't be done but you wouldn't listen? Good times. I can't help but think about how everything went wrong. It was all fake and in my head.

Had I known he was bad news?

Yes, of course I did. I'm not dense, Honor roll student here. I was just hopeful. Hopeful that I could change him and no matter how many times he hurt me, and I realized I was wrong I still wanted to prove that I could change him, and I blinded myself with that sole thought.

And now that I couldn't it felt like I wasn't good enough. Like I was just as bad as him. It seemed like good had no power over evil.

More importantly, I had ruined everything I had going for me.

I cover myself in my coat and sob my heart out till I drift into sleep.

The minty smell of the seats is the first thing I notice when I wake up.

Groaning, I stretch out all my limbs and rub my hands over my eyes.

I peel one eye open and the next thing I notice is the blue sky.

The sky should not be blue. It should be black, with stars dancing across it.

I pulled out my phone. You never know maybe it's just one of those times that the earth's confused again. The time is 8:43 am.

I shake my phone, switch it off and on again, but the time remains the same. Mocking me. No bars.

Even if there was signal, who would I call. I have no one who cares, I remind myself and frown at the thought.

Swiftly, I sit up and welcome the next wonderful fact into my life- we're in the effing desert. "Where the hell are you taking me?" I ask the old man in the front seat.

"Morning' to you as well." He responds airily.

"I understand that you're very old sir, but Kanton's should be 9 hours back." I pat him on the shoulder, calmer than I should be. "Please do turn around."

"You need to be somewhere else."

Alarm bells go off in my head as soon as he says that and I can't help but latch onto the door handle, and frantically push and push the door, but it refuses to comply.

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon." He maintained eye contact with me through the mirror.

That talk reminded me of those cult movies I used to watch. I just got out of a really bad break up and this was not what I needed. Thanks for that life.

My breaths become rapid as I realize what's happening. I'm being kidnapped.

2 more minutes and we'll probably end up in some deserted place with all his buddies in white clothes, then they'll sacrifice me for their long lives.

A newsboy hat covered his grey hair, shielding little of his freckled face from the sun. His untucked shirt hung loosely on his body, which looked frail.

He looked hungry, what if he's a struggling cannibal.

I would be the perfect meal. A rather ravishing and fleshy meal. I don't put it pass those dilated Gre pits of his.

Re-energized, I push open the door and fall unto the sandy patch of land below. Before I can turn around to scream profanities at the jerk, he speeds away. The car door closes itself as he does.

That's some weird technology shit right there.

With bruised knees, I stand up and see a beautiful cottage not so far away from me. It has vines creeping all over it and the flowers in the front seem to be calling out to me. Compared to all the death surrounding it, it really stands out.

I pull out my phone to take a picture then realize I left it in the car.

My luck.

I walk towards the house barefoot. My heels are in the car as well. Hopefully the family that lives inside will take pity on me and offer me help.

The path to the door is short, covered with all sorts of creeping weeds that seem to follow my every step. A bougainvillea tree stood majestically at one corner of the garden and all the other flowers around it seemed to breathe new life.

I knock three times and there's no answer, so I open the door and enter. As soon as I step inside, I feel a chill rundown my spine. I can feel the evilness of the place, laughing at me. Picking at every inch of skin available.

I step back, hating the icky feeling it gives me.

STAY.

Despite my instincts, I walk into the beautiful foyer, running my hand across the wall as I do. Like that I'm transported into a magical world of beauty.

It's an old house, that much is certain with the charming vibe of the place. It's a two floored house with a beautiful mahogany stairway, 3 ensuites upstairs and a spacious living room and kitchen on the ground floor to boot.

Sunlight floods the studio in the back. It'd be a dream to live in, if not for the tiny currents of evil that course through the whole house. Every corner whispering one evil thought or another. Enough to drive one crazy.

Repair tools lie everywhere, and some walls were destroyed. The living room TV is on the floor, and the couch upside down. I put everything back in their rightful place and saunter into the kitchen.

Maybe there'll still be some non-expired food left. It's destroyed. The doors of the cupboards are barely on their hinge, the fridge is on its side, all the windows are shattered.

I can feel it, the ominous feeling of depression, desolation and despair covering the whole kitchen.

Ignoring it, I search all the cupboards and fail to find anything edible in the house. Just as I'm about to leave in search of a phone, I see Doritos stashed away behind one of the makeshift shelves.

I lunge for it. After checking the expiry date, I sat and munched happily on my catch. There's a small gap between the shelf and the wall. I noticed the light seemed to come from it. It's small but it's there.

HELP ME. I hear and without thinking I discard my snack, stand up and shift the shelf away.

I sat back down, a scream and my breakfast lodged in my throat. The skeleton sits in the small hollow of the wall with its knees to its chest, arms wrapped around itself , like it was hiding in fear.

I lean out and run my hand over the skull, dipping my fingers into its sockets, the legs, and finally the arms. I pull it and the whole thing comes down.

I picked through the rubble and held the item in my lap. It's a mirror, a small hand mirror with a silver frame of different flowers coating the sharp edges. It was a two-sided mirror, no silver coating the back. The words 'A re servata' are engraved on the frame. I rub my palm over it, committing the words to memory.

I placed my hand carefully over the glass, a cold feeling washes over my palm. I touch it and tiny waves form on the surface.

I feel it calling me, a want like never before.

Then I put my hand into it. Cold hands wrap around mine and I'm dragged in.