Sue Yin’s Diary -16.11.11

Dear Diary,

Normally, I would wake up at the precise moment when the first golden ray of sunshine sprayed across my face during sunrise. I was dismal and surprised (I failed to discern which feeling is stronger) when I didn’t this morning. In fact, I felt more lethargic than usual. Is this a sign from God to tell me that my life is about to be taken away? A symptom to show my illness is deteriorating drastically from bad to worse?

For the first time after the day I was diagnosed with leukemia, I actually forced myself to look my reflection in the mirror. Maybe it’s because I was afraid to see what I wish not to see all these while. I did not want to see myself in a frail state, to be consciously reminded every single day that I was a sick patient. I did not want to constantly read the pathetic helplessness in my eyes and end up feeling sorry for myself. I yearned to be like everyone else and to be treated like one.

My image in the mirror could be pictured as these: bleached beige skin, thin physique and tired eyes. Little did I know that I have changed this much. I stroked my used-to-be pink cheeks, missing the days when they flush in scarlet whenever Dad tickles my belly. I was a merry, bouncy three-year-old back then, way before Dad died. How I miss Dad. I miss the simple, quiet moment when Dad and I were alone in the living room on late evenings; Dad sitting on the couch with his eyes fixed on the newspapers in his hands while I would be watching the sky darkens as the sun sets slowly between the two skyscrapers. It was a stupendous view from the transparent glass door which opens to the balcony. Dad and I did not talk, we just let time passed as it should and enjoyed each other’s silent company. Somehow, the presence of Dad seemed comforting and just right at place. We never had heart to heart conversations nor the typical ‘father and daughter’ mutual interaction. Dad was the phlegmatic type. I was like my Mum according to my Dad. He told me that if he were to pick two words to describe my character, they would be ‘radiant’ and ‘vibrant’.

Dad was gone and I would too. Soon. Dad, wait for me. I promise I will be brave.

Today, I was ‘hospitalized’ in my bedroom. Miss Mary, the social worker, found me lying motionlessly the bathroom floor. I must have fainted. After I regained consciousness, I saw Dr. Dre standing by my bedside with a trace of worry that he suffered to stifle. Trying to minimize the Dr. Dre’s pain, I wore a smile to and reached out for Dr. Dre’s hand. I said, “Doctor, I’m fine. Look at me. It’s a miracle that I’m able to live this long. You never gave up on me, and so did I.” I knew my end was near and approaching close to the deadline.

Dr. Dre nodded and tried hard to repress the tears flowing from his watering eyes. He rubbed my hand gently and in a compassionate manner, he spoke,

“Yes, Sue Yin. It has been a rough battle. We fought. Most importantly, we did not give up.”

“How many days left, Doctor? Please, be honest with me.” Because he knew me too well close to any loving father a child would dream of having, he answered,



“It’s just an approximation, Sue Yin. Be optimistic.”

The first person who came across my mind was Julian, after the talk with Dr.Dre. Due to my weak body, I had to stay indoors the whole day. I missed my regular appointment with Julian in the park.

Is he waiting for me in the park, as always?

Ah, Julian… letting go of Julian is the toughest. The past five days had been incredible with Julian. How would he react after he discovers that I was already on the staircase to heaven?

No, I must not be selfish. He deserves to know even if it hurts him. It feels irresponsible to hide my disease from his knowledge, and also, I couldn’t deceive the part of my soul that wants him to know about it.

Dear Diary,

I confess. Julian, you are one of the people whom irrevocably owns a special place in my heart.


To Wait ~ An Original Poem by Rhys Lim

To wait, to anticipate
to wonder, to ache
stirring my emotions to something unnamed
in my little fragile heart of glass
even the slightest scratch
leaves a mark, a scar
engraved, never lost
like a stone
being crafted by the unskilled
done in a whim.

Sue Yin’s Diary- 12.11.11 – 15.11.11


Dear Diary,

I happened to meet the guy in the park again by chance today. I learned that his name was Julian. Julian thanked me for my little help yesterday and he was utterly gratified about it.

“The sleep I had yesterday was heavenly. All this while I have been like a sleepwalking zombie who’s not in peace and you solved my problem, just like that!” he chattered.

He seemed cheerful and I noticed the glint in his animated blue eyes. I was glad to see the change in his attitude. Perhaps God did hear my prayers after all.


I met Julian in the town’s library. He found me reading Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’ at the ‘Timeless Classic’ section. I could not contain my surprise of seeing him here. Fate is definitely playing with the both of us. He was reading a science fiction paperback which I couldn’t recall what the title was. We exchanged our views on the books we were hooked with, even argued a little bit since none of us willing to accept defeat. The defeat of who was going to lose the the ‘best book’ debate. The result was ‘stalemate’, a chess term Julian had used to describe the situation after being interrupted by the frowning librarian. We had a great laugh together after she was gone from the scene.


When I was having my usual evening walk in the park, I saw Julian sitting under a shady tree. He seemed to be waiting for somebody. Curious, I tapped his shoulder playfully from the back and said, “Who’s the person lucky enough to keep a gentleman willingly enough to wait for his or her presence?” He just smiled sheepishly in return and avoided eye contact with me. He replied shyly, and most unexpectedly, ” Em….you, Sue Yin?” Indeed I was not expecting such response from him. It was as if he treated me as his…friend. I warmed over his niceness for me.


Today’s dusk was a splendor. Dusk was a delicate transformation from sunset to night fall. The clouds were puffy and pink, blending in with the soft baby colors of the picturesque sky. Witnessing the beauty of nature which was beyond reach, I was sparked by the sudden urge to be a bird to soar freely among the clouds. What does if feel like, I wonder, to fly and to do all things desired without being chained by human’s incapability and vulnerability? Sometimes, I wished to be the wind; to let the air current spontaneously takes its course to anywhere it has in mind. There are so many things occupying the world that are still unseen and undiscovered. But why must my mortal state hinder me from exploring all these?

Life is unfair. I am getting weaker day by day. Even Julian has observed how pale my skin was. He remarked jokingly that my face was ghostly pale and likened to a vampire’s marble-white complexion. Today, we discussed our favorite songs. He told me that he played the guitar and even performed ‘Better Man’ by Robbie Williams on school stage before. I was impressed. We watched the sunset together, with my head against his back. The moment was beautiful and magical despite the fact that my soul was slowly slipping away as time passed. Even when my body felt weak and heavy, almost fainting.

Sue Yin’s Diary- 11.11.11

Dear Diary,

I met a guy today who told me that he had insomnia. I was having a late evening stroll in the park when I came across a person’s silhouette against the silver moonbeam. In my heart, I was wondering what was running in the guy’s mind. Intuitively, I walked towards him and patted his shoulder in a friendly gesture. He turned and when my gaze met his, I realized his eyes, as enigmatic as a blue rose, were sad and desperate. We started a light talk and I was glad that his mood improved. We chatted endlessly, like river water flowing fluidly with ease. It was not long after I discovered about his best friend’s death and his trouble with insomnia. I felt sorry for him. At the same time, I envied him too. I have never had someone so close to me whom would appreciate the person I am. I remember him saying this while he was trying to stifle his sobs,” ..he was incontestably the most understanding person I have ever known.” I knew that he meant every word he said. He was truly a loyal friend and judging by the way he spoke about his lost friend, he clearly adored him and valued his very existence. Unlike me, a girl to be forgotten after she heaves her last breath.

I helped him to cure insomnia by asking him to sweep the fallen dry leaves on the ground. He did not seem in doubt and I felt a trace of trust dawning between us. He was a gracious man, I thought. We swept for hours under ethereal night sky till he grew tired and decided to take a rest in the nearby hut. But he finally dozed off the moment he crossed his shoulders on the marble table and buried his face in it. I watched him sleeping soundly, secretly feeling content that I had done a meaningful deed by freeing this guy from insomnia. He was a good guy, and he deserved to live better than a life full of pessimism and regret.

Time certainly flies when we scarcely keep on track with it. I wonder whether I should be counting hours or days. It wouldn’t change anything though as the cluster of cancerous cells would not refrain itself from multiplying further as every second irreversibly deducts from the unknown amount of time I still have. I have so little time yet there are still so many unaccomplished dreams awaiting me. 

God, if you can hear me, grant these two wishes of mine.

First, give me more time.

Secondly, help the guy to revive his spirit so that he could see the bright side of life ahead of him.


The lights suddenly went out and in the midst of darkness, I felt so alone. The room was pitch black and quiet. In the dead of the night, the thunder’s ferocious roar pierced my ears. I cried in fear and screamed till my lungs were about to burst. There were two things I was always afraid of: being alone and being trapped in absolute darkness. Ironically, I was experiencing both now. How I wished Jay’s arms were circled around my shoulders at this very moment of sheer terror. He would have known how to calm me and lull me with his familiar hums so that I could sleep till the sky’s wrath subsides.

I shook the beautiful memory away from my mind. Overwhelmed by intense emotions of my past history with Jay, I walked slowly to the edge of the window and gazed the breathtaking sky, hoping desperately to clear the aching knot in my chest. It was painfully useless though, because Jay’s images lingered in my mind like how a moth is drawn to light. Nevertheless, I realized that there was a myriad of twinkling stars which oddly seemed to fit the somber sky and silvery wolf moon was beaming at me. As I continued marveling the beauty of it, I was dragged inescapably to the past when I still had Jay by my side.

Jay and I were childhood chums. The first time we met was when he was caught stealing my ‘Cinderella’ book, although he persistently insisted that he was merely ‘borrowing without prior notice’, Gullible and innocent to the core when I was a kid, I bought his explanation and even offered my hand as a sign of possible friendship dawning between us. Abashed, he accepted with his chubby cheeks evidently flushed in scarlet and ever since then, we were inseparable.

By some coincidences or others may claimed as fate, we were assigned as reading partners besides being impish playmates during our earlier years in the same kindergarten and were also enrolled in the same class at high school. Not only that, we shared a similar interest that was we were avid, voracious readers of the fantasy genre. After every book we read, we would exchange our views and even debate on our favourite fictional character which possesses the most desirable power or unique physical feature of all!

My life was never empty with Jay around till that black Thursday arrived. I could still remember vividly on how the sky was as sapphire blue as Jay’s eyes. Jay and I were having an evening stroll on the beach. The seaside scene was like an art forte’s painting. The mighty Sun was seen floating brilliantly above the emerald sea with its golden hue radiating all over its nature friends. Gentle wind caressed my face and ruffled my loose strands of hair. Meanwhile, Jay’s face was serene but his eyes, were indecipherable and as mysterious as ever. Lost in the moment of splendor, I felt peace within. Everything felt perfect for Jay and me.

Little did I know that our little forever could be severed by the short knife of a short life till a fight broke between us. I refused to recall the reason behind the excruciating fight. All I could remember was Jay’s insensitive words and callous act as he snatched my ‘Twilight’ novel fiercely from my hands and tore pages of it in fury.

“If I were given a chance to relive a day in the past, it’ll be the day I stole your precious ‘Cinderella’ book. I wish that I could just alter the past so that we weren’t friends, to have you erased from my whole sole existence,” he had snarled. His livid countenance was frightening. I remembered being petrified and rooted to the ground, only coming to my senses when a silhouette figure of him diminished into shadows. I ran after him as fast as my legs could support  me while calling his name out loud.

Suddenly, a sharp yelp was heard from afar. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the familiar’s voice. Jay’s voice. Apprehension attacked my mind as I raced to the direction of Jay’s voice. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins accompanied by the constant trembling of my body. But when I reached him, it was too late. My heart shattered into pieces as I saw him lying motionlessly opposite a wrecked car on the road side. His body was covered ghastly in pools of blood. Desperate and bereft due to the encounter, I collapsed next to him. I shook his body helplessly in hopes of bringing Jay back to life. But he could no longer be. He was dead.

If I had tolerated with him that day, that incident would not have occurred and marked a scar which burnt whenever I thought about him. The word ‘if’ was such a despicable monosyllable word because it signified one’s deep regret. When my mind drifted back to reality, I realized that my eyes were streaming with tears of anguish. Dark clouds of grotesque shapes began racing across the sky. They shielded all the glittering stars from view, except for the pair of luminous blue stars in the woods. Jay’s sapphire blue eyes……

“Jay!” I exclaimed and before I knew it, I was already running towards his figure in the woods. He was waving at me. Consumed by indescribable joy, I wrapped my arms around his neck. To feel his warmth even if this was all an illusion.

“Joanne, forgive me,” he whispered softly into my left ear. Then, rain came- first in big drops that were as sharp as splinters of ice, then, in pouring sheets.  Jay was gone, but was he even there before?


Dark Spy – Part II

 Part 2: Courteous Strangers



 Am I sane?

I had been speculating this question since the call. The talk I had with the unknown was replaying in my head for hours till I had every sentence memorized.  

I’ll be waiting.

Questioning my sanity wasn’t the wisest thing to do now. Even if I have proofs that my psyche is perfectly fine, it wouldn’t have change anything because I had decided.

I chose to believe that the person is real, to confront him or her when the time arrives.

Lying on the soft fresh-scented grass, I gazed the sky. Careless wind fanned my face. The morning air felt invigorating as I breathed in deep. The sky was blue with a shade of forest green, like picturing the colors of the trees and the sea being mixed. There was something about the sky which never fails to captivate me. It was the sky’s ability to change its appearance as the cycle of day and night takes place. To always appear differently than sticking to monotony.

That is how people should be, to try something new and be adventurous. Life, I realized, is a long and tedious road for some, but only if they don’t see what they are capable to make the best out of it. Life is also like the sky because it isn’t always clear; what is life without its ups and downs?

I smiled as I listened to my own silent lecture.  Apparently, I was beginning to sound like Will.

The sun had arisen. I could feel pricks of heat on my bare skin and my eyes narrowed due to the dazzling sunlight. I sat up and stretched my arms. Then, instinctively, I turned to my watch, suddenly aware of my purpose of being out here, resting on the mat of grass with only the stars as my company for five seemingly long hours, and for not sleeping at all.


Ten more minutes to go, I told myself. Was I being too eager, or merely a curiosity towards a stranger? I couldn’t be certain…maybe both? I repelled the thought.

“You’re just finding out about the identity of the caller to learn his or her motives,” I said to assure myself, nothing else.

Suddenly, a faint roar of thunder was heard. The sun faded, hidden by clumps of grey clouds. I looked at the sky. It was no longer bright and sunny, creating an eerie atmosphere as the grass field darkened in view. The air was cooler, almost close to frost. I shuddered.

Rain,” I whispered a little too loud. As soon as I uttered the word ‘rain’, raindrops began falling from the sky. I set my feet on the ground immediately.

There’s a hut somewhere nearby. Head north. I concentrated at the location of the hut in my head as I quickened my pace. It was a drizzle at first, but it got heavier every minute. I could sense that my clothing was already drenched. And also my hair was wet as the rain was streaming endlessly on it.

Finally, I saw the hut. I was overjoyed as the thought of getting out of the immense rain came to me. It was just a few more steps. I hurried as my legs could carry me.

It must have slipped from my sight that there was a mud pool ahead of me. I was running across it when my right foot was sunk into it. My body leant forward due to imbalance and as I was about to fall, I felt some support around my waist. My hand was clutched tightly by someone. I turned my astonished face to the person. He was a boy about my age, and his expression was blank. He was trying to pull my leg out from the mud. I worked with him despite the uncomfortable position we were having.

After I managed to remove my leg, with his hand still clasped to mine, we ran to the hut. Once we were under it, he released my hand. I took this opportunity to contemplate his features.

Dark Spy

Part 1:  She Is His Task


The mortal girl is Keira Turner.

Find her.

Understand her.

You are bound by this obligation with no expectation of failure as

any trace of fallibility will be dire.

Make us proud, my youngling.

Till the last ray of light is surpassed. The Dark Master’s final words before I performed my first calling as a Dark Spy like any other Dark apprentices.

I was proud of myself. Arrogance is considered our strongest attribute, and as we gain power, we become more influential over mortals.  To be manipulative, it takes practice. To practice such skill, experiences are indispensable.

But I was still new to the Dark Spy business, therefore the acquisition of this ‘mind control’ was a long way to go, although my craving for this power was burning like blazing fire.

Patience is a virtue, I reminded myself. I hated this feeling of mine. Being inferior is equated to losing, which is an opposing nature to my ‘winning is a must’ attitude.

I have to attain the power. I will. I definitely would.

In the drape of blackness, I wore my cloak and headed to the portal, the entrance to the mortal world.

Let the game begin, Keira Turner.


It was a lovely evening at the edge of dusk. Colors filled among the clouds above the horizon, as if the angels were painting an art piece to mesmerize us all. Although it’s only brief and temporary, the mark of such beauty was fascinating.

“Amazing view, huh?”

I turned to face him. Will was my best friend, a very understanding and caring guy whom I was lucky enough to befriend with. He was wearing an unbuttoned brown flannel shirt and a T-shirt, with his usual denim jeans. His winter grey eyes were looking elsewhere. The sea was unruffled where only docile waves came splashing the shore. The sound of the waves was like music to my ear, almost tranquilizing. I smiled in a relaxing manner.

“Yeah… I always wonder whether creating a drawing of a sky view like this is possible.  I mean, judging by my ability,” I said.

“I know you can, as long as you have the effort to do so.”

“Easy for you to say.” I chuckled.

“I didn’t say it would be easy. Nothing challenging to a person is ever easy. Be persistent and never give up, that’s your key.”

“Must you be that philosophical?” I asked playfully. I could imply that he was amused himself. A part of his face was hidden in the shadows, but he was grinning alright.

“Well, you know me….I’m the only one bold enough to be seated next to You-Know Who in class, to stand the behavior of a girl so irritatingly bothersome and all this somewhat train me to see life differently, you know, after all the suffer you inflicted on me and……” he babbled. I jerked his shoulder.

“Ouch,” he cried, faking a yelp. “See what I mean?”

“Ha-ha. That one doesn’t count. You deserve it.”

He burst into laughter. I joined along, shaking my head over our silliness.

“Let’s get going. Night is stepping in…” said Will. He fetched our bicycles which were under a coconut tree not far from us. It was indeed dark, indicating that the Sun had disappeared, and chilly, too as a breeze gently brushed me from behind. I shivered.

“You should have dressed thicker,” he teased.

“Don’t you think this reminder comes a little too late?”

Oddly, I felt like something or someone was watching me and the sudden breeze a moment ago was not nature’s doing. It was like a cold marble hand, touching the back of my neck tenderly. I shrugged away that thought. It must be my mind making tricks, I resolved.

“Let’s go, Will.”

I grabbed my bicycle and began pedaling wordlessly. There was a split second where I spun my head and thought of seeing a pair of eyes as blue as the midnight sky, staring at me menacingly.


I had seen my target. She had eyes like black pearls, short blackish-brown hair which reached her eyebrows and her voice was something I never heard of. Her voice was layered with confidence, youthful spirit and kindness. Her hair, I had it memorized, was like silk- smooth and delicate. Her careful eyes were close to the color of her hair, except darker.

Is it wise for me to evaluate that fast? Or is it simply a Dark Spy’s instinct?

But I was dying to hear her voice, and when I met her gaze back at the beach, I felt a strong pull towards her.

Cut it out! Focus.

Emotions are for the weak, I scolded myself.  The Dark Master had warned us about the mortals. Their lives were dangerously revolved about what they called ‘feelings’ over their world. When we disguised ourselves as humans, we would learn to deal with this threat, eventually.

I’ll not give in easily.


“Nash dear, did you miss me?” I called out after I entered the house. Nash is my Siberian husky, a wolf-like dog with a grey left eye while the other is blue like the arctic ice. It was sitting obediently at the bottom of the staircase with its tail wagging, waiting for me.

I crouched and beckoned Nash to my arms and hugged it. I could have mistakenly thought Nash to a pillow if I was blind, mainly because of its thick white fur.

“Okay boy… How was your day? Fine, I hope?”

Nash just licked my cheek. “I take that as a yes.”

I patted its head jollily.

Feeling the sore on my shoulder’s joints, I knew I must be terribly exhausted. My eyes felt heavy and I bet I was going to doze off once I got myself in bed. And I did.

Everything was in monochrome ranging from black to white. Must be a product of my subconscious mind; but I actually believed I was present in this world, as in a real life experience. Dreams could be rather confusing at times. It could feel real to you even after we ponder logically when a realization hits to tell us that all these are unreal.

Okay, dreaming or not, I might as well explore the place. It was much better than standing a spot, unmoving like a rock and doing nothing.

The place was clouded by a veil of mist, hence it was difficult to see what was the setting taking place in my dream. I tried waving away the damp air in front of me which was blurring my vision. The air was as cool as late autumn. I rubbed my hands together, although I knew it wouldn’t supply me the heat I desired. To distract myself, I kept on walking-a walk to nowhere I’m concerned.

Then, I saw a flickering light ahead. I squinted to view the distant light. I was also mildly excited, maybe because I discovered a sign I was waiting for-a sign of something.

As I drew nearer to the light, I found out that it was the L.E.D of a digital clock. It was hanging freely in the air like a levitation charm was casted to it.

2:00:01- This was screened on the digital clock.

“It’s the end of the world,” a voice screamed helplessly.

“A finality for all us,” another added.

1:59:01. There was a beep.

Suddenly, it struck in my head what the time on the digital clock was all about.

It was a time countdown to the destruction of the world-of mankind.


I trembled. My whole body was shaking in fear. I looked around. People were running aimlessly. Although it was clear that the atmosphere of the condition was chaotic, strangely, there was only absolute silence, like watching a TV program with its sound volume being turned off.

I could hear myself breathing heavily.

No wonder those people seemed helpless. They were desperate, because there’s no way they could save themselves, not even the tiniest chance.

We were in a closed room with neither a door nor a window. We were trapped.

0:59:08, the numbers beamed on the digital clock’s face, like a sadistic creature who was more than glad to witness our fears and the end of everything. I just stood, uncertain of what to do.


I couldn’t deny the familiarity of the voice. It would only belong to someone I was closely attached to, that is Will. Comforted by his presence, I smiled.


At the corner of the room, a dense black matter appeared. It was sucking everyone in it, like a hungry outer space black hole. I held Will’s hand tightly, and he raised my chin up till my eyes met his. My heart was throbbing wildly when he touched me. It was so unlike him to behave this way. I refused to move for deep inside, I was yearning for more.


What was I thinking? I tried to shift my gaze, ashamed of my foolish desires. But he wouldn’t let me to and forced me to look at him instead. I obeyed weakly.

“Keira, I … “ I hushed him by placing my finger on his lips. And I saw his blue eyes begging for a reason behind the gesture I made.

Eyes, as blue as the midnight sky…


I was awake the next thing I could remember.

I panted. My mind was groggy and the only fact I was aware of was that beads of cold sweat were moistening my skin, especially at the back of my neck. The air was stuffy and hot, which brought me to sense why I was hyperventilating.

What a bizarre dream, I thought. Images of the dream began flashing in front of my eyes as if they were remnants from the dream. The images were unclear, skipping from one image to another like a book being flipped speedily.

The vision of it was dizzying. I held firmly the edge of side desk to prevent myself from collapsing.

Watch out, Keira…

I froze. The voice whiplashed my mind back to full consciousness. It’s hard to interpret whether those words were meant to be a threat or a helpful warning, like some sort of a reminder.

Then, as if the book of images had reached its chosen page, a very image stopped abruptly right in front of my eyes. This image was brighter and more conspicuous, but this was not the factor which caught my attention.

What surprised me was that in that image, it was a depiction of Will and I sitting oppositely face to face. My head was levered down, refusing to meet his penetrating gaze. His hand was lifting my chin without any hesitance, so sure of each move he acted.

The thought of even his slightest touch made my blood rushing swiftly and rose a few degrees higher till my cheeks reddened involuntarily.  Unable to control my physiological change, my heart began beating in an incredible rate like it had a mind of its own.

It was disconcerting not to have my brain working right because I was positive that I was not reacting like a normal person does. As if knowing the truth would make things better…

“RING-A-RING!!!”  a telephone’s cry shrieked. I jumped. The image vanished, details of it dispersed like a sand picture being blown away by the wind.  I rubbed my eyes, sniffed, and made my way to the phone in the living room. My sight was blinded in the dark pathway, only with occasional support by the concrete walls and stairs to guide me.

Who’d be calling at this late hour, I wondered.

“Hello?” I spoke steadily, amazed of how I could still sound so calm after all the strange occurrences.

“This is a dream. You are dreaming. Today, at precisely seven, approach to the first person that meets your eyes. I’ll be waiting. Pretend that fate summons you to do so,” the voice said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Ah, you must be curious. Dead curious.” A bleak laugh followed.

“I’m afraid you dialed the wrong number. I’m not the one you seek.”

“Oh…but you are Keira, am I right? Keira Turner.”

My body tensed up. Who is this mysterious caller? I rummaged my brain in search of any memory of his voice, but I found none.

“Do I know you?” I asked, grabbing information about this caller.

“It’s only necessary for me to know you.”

“If I’m going to continue this conversation with you, it is then necessary for me to know who you are.”

“If I don’t?” The voice challenged.

“And why is that so, may I ask?” I replied indignantly, getting impatient of whoever the caller was.

“Ah, you are hard to convince.”

“So I was told.”

“I’ll not waste time any longer. Just do as I say and you’ll be fine.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Night, Keira.”

And the line was cut.