Chapter 33: Make her smile wider

‎Since the day I caught Ariadne, I always still stay awake till midnight to check wether she is still going out. She was still going out, she didn’t stop, although she was more sneakier this time, she sneaked out by jumping out of her bedroom window, she locked her door room feigning sleep, but I still caught her sneaking out from my own window.

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‎Although people may wonder while I was looking outside at the street at late of the night, but they will have to wait for a long time to get that answer. As I was saying I always catch her sneaking out, but this time I didn’t confront her, I have already tell her that I am always there if she’s ready to share, that no matter how burdensome she feels the burden is, that he would bear it with her.

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‎For the duration of my stay she continues, finally it was time to go back home. But I didn’t forget to tell aunty part of the situation, I told her half truth and half lie.

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‎I told aunty that everything is alright with her daughter, that she was just looking for something that belongs to her grandma. Me and aunty discussed like this until her mind was put to rest.

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‎i left the house with some word in my mind. I kept telling myself that everything will be okay, that nothing was wrong.

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‎But it was like the devil decided to mock me, or open my eyes to the truth, because the next week I received a call from aunty that Ariadne was missing, I was not even fully able to recover from the shock that Ariadne was missing, before I received another one the next day. They found Ariadne but she was found dead, covered with dirt and blood, her face was scarred with large wounds, blade mark could be seen on her body, and that wasn’t even all.

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‎When we did an autopsy for her body, some important organs was missing, organs like heart and her kidney went missing. The police came for investigation, they said she was kidnapped by the organ trafficker syndicate, a crazy group of people that has only one purpose and that is to cause destruction to live and property.

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‎They said a lot of things, but most of them went over my hear, after all my childhood best friend died, my unrequited lover lost forever in the hands of death. I am going through the stages of grief, but I am not sure what stage I am, because at some point I will feign denial, or sometime feel an unbridled rage to do something extreme to the world that made me lose my best friend, and sometimes I am too calm, calm like an iceberg, the calm of an ocean that can turn to an hurricane or tidal wave, that will kill in seconds, a calm madness.

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‎The police said they need Ariadne body for one nonsense investigation, they said her body was an evidence, they said they can borrow us the body for the funeral and then take it back to store in their own mortuary, to perform test on. They said it was on us to agree, and I did not even waste anytime to reject their idea. They said that it is up to the brooding family to decide. I almost laugh out, the family that is already going hysterical, Ariadne mother could be seen going through stages of madness and tears, sometimes she want to jump to Ariadne body to hold her, to shake her up to wake-up. it is because to her, her daughter can’t die, her daughter was just sleeping and she have to wake her up, so she can explain to the people that she ain’t dead. but everybody know the truth, everybody at the hospital know the truth, even the annoying police men know the truth. so people just hold her down, trying to calm her down, but that wasn’t walking in the situation as you can see, so she was injected with a sleeping injection that will make her sleep for some time.

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‎Ariadne other family members was more or like in the same situation, everybody was in hysterical mode today, and the police think that because of that they can do what they want. I was the only one who remain calm, and that is only on the surface

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‎"I speak for them. "I said with calm voice. I didn’t even bother to put sir. respect are only given to those that show that deserves that respect, but all this police officer have proven to me, that they don’t deserve any respect I can give them.

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‎"And who are you. "A policeman asked me.

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‎"I am harry and I am the son of ...."I measured some name related to me, and they flew away fast, like how smoke escape from a boiling pot.

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‎After that we carried Ariadne to go and be buried. our family believe that burning of the body is the right path for those who die. so we send her off in a burning glory. I can almost say I saw an angel in it’s glorious form holding Ariadne hand and then flying towards the heaven.

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‎After the burning ritual we packed her ash for the burial ceremony rite. but before that Ariadne parents, my parents, I and some other family members went to her house to pack some things for the ritual rite.

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‎I don’t even know how my leg take me to Ariadne room. I sat on the bed, my mind going to the night I caught her sneaking out. I should have demanded that she tells me the reason why she was sneaking out. maybe if I have demanded for the answer she won’t have died. I shouldn’t have given her time I thought in my mind, it’s all my fault, I caused her death.

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‎while my mind was going haywire, my body was not less busy, I was searching around the room, looking at some pictures of Ariadne, pictures of me and her, pictures of her and her friends. her smile was just so bright I thought, I don’t know why someone like her could die, it would have been better if it was another person, why was it her.

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‎I curse and keep cursing out while still looking at the picture book, as I keep looking, crying and cursing in my mind. after looking at the picture book I walked back towards the book shelf i removed it from, I guessed my body wasn’t stable yet, I mistakenly fall some books down, including a letter fell down. The letter has Ariadne handwriting, and it as an heading that said.

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‎To my bestest and most lovable person in my life apart from my mother.‎

‎I opened the letter with urgency like a person who was suffering from water deprivation.

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‎Harry,

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‎If you are reading this, then I am already gone. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell you this to your face. I am also sorry for how this letter will make you feel.

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‎They’re watching me, always watching. The thoughts are becoming... slippery. Like trying to hold smoke. I can feel them, a constant pressure at the edges of my mind, pushing, erasing.

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‎That night at the club when I was invited inside that room. It wasn’t a party. It was a trap. They called it a "gathering of young activists," a chance for us to meet the heroes, to learn from them. It was a lie. There wasn’t any we, it was only me, yay toast to me, people may think like that, a reason to open that celebratory drink. The taste... it would have truly been good but it wasn’t, it was just wrong. Too sweet, with a metallic aftertaste. The thing was that I wasn’t even offered any drink, at least that drink may have provided me with numbness, that may have spark my fire, spark it to be able to handle the horror that will come next.

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‎I was injected with a drug by one bitchy hero. if only I was stronger I would have like to paint that annoying face of her red, and that smile she always shows while torturing me, I would like to make it wider and permanent, that would be a very happy ending for someone has bitchy as her.

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‎sorry for digressing, I think they call the drug ’Concordance’. It’s a neuro-inhibitor, a compliance serum. They’re using it on me, Harry. They have turned me into a sleeper cell, a puppet. I would have preferred that I was killed, but I would have not gotten the opportunity to write this letter if I was killed right. Harry—they’re turning us or me into their puppets, hollow and compliant. They’re making me forget who i am.

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‎I fought it, Harry. I fought it so hard. The next paragraph was a scrawl, barely legible.