As Imya surfed through social media, she couldn't believe what she saw. The latest viral video showed the arrest of Angelo Rossi, the main suspect in her kidnapping. She was in shock as she watched the video, seeing him scream and shout at the police while being handcuffed and carted off.
Imya couldn't understand how the police had come to the conclusion that Angelo had kidnapped her. She had only gone to his house as a last resort after running away from her home and being reported missing.
As she sat and digested the news, she thought,
"Why would the police arrest him? I don't understand."
She kept clicking through the pages, trying to make sense of the situation. She was beginning to feel overwhelmed and wondered if she had made a mistake by running away.
" i made sure i wasn't seen entering or leaving Angelo's property, did i make a mistake? "
Imya kept searching and surfing the internet, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. She remembered sneaking around and taking careful steps to ensure she wasn't seen entering or leaving Angelo's property.
But now, with this shocking news, she wondered if she had made a mistake. Was she being followed? Has someone seen her and reported her whereabouts to the police?
The questions kept piling up, and her anxiety was starting to rise. She felt helpless and wished there was someone she could turn to for help. But with the situation she found herself in, she wasn't sure who to trust.
Imya suddenly remembered her night out at the bar yesterday when she ran away. She had been careful not to tell anyone where she was going, but somehow, Derek had somehow found out about her whereabouts, despite her efforts to keep it a secret.
" Was it just a coincidence? Or... "
She began to wonder if he had been following her, or if he had some sort of technology that allowed him to track her movements. She felt a chill run down her spine at the thought.
She couldn't shake the feeling that Derek was watching her every move, and it made her uneasy. She wondered what his motives were and why he seemed to be keeping such a close eye on her. As the questions continued to mount, Imya knew that she needed to be more careful and strategic in her actions.
Despite her earlier resolve, Imya was feeling more anxious than ever. She kept thinking about Derek, who seemed to have an almost supernatural ability to find her wherever she went. She didn't trust him, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still watching her every move.
She let out a deep sigh and looked down at her phone, hoping to find a message or a missed call from her parents, but there was nothing. Instead, her phone was filled with messages and missed calls from friends and acquaintances who had heard about her disappearance.
"I'm just being paranoid,"
she whispered to herself, trying to reassure herself that everything was fine. But the lack of contact from her parents was worrying her.
"I wonder how my parents are doing,"
she mused, trying to divert her attention from the situation.
"Probably not worried,"
she added, trying to sound light-hearted. But her smile was forced and her voice lacked its usual vitality.
"Looks like they haven't even called me,"
"Even after realizing their daughter has gone missing,"
"They must be so happy," she quipped, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Despite her attempts to stay positive, the weight of the situation was starting to overwhelm her. She didn't know who to turn to or how to deal with the situation. She wished there was someone she could talk to, someone who could guide her through her troubles. But at the moment, she felt alone and isolated, lost in a world that felt too big and too overwhelming for her.
Imya found herself thinking aloud, trying to make sense of the situation she found herself in. She was alone, stranded in Derek's mansion, and the silence was suffocating her.
"I am talking to myself,"
she muttered, feeling a tug of shame at the realization.
"I must be going insane."
She lowered her head, feeling defeated.
"Actually, I think I'm already insane, am I not?"
she said, a twisted grin forming on her face as she spoke.
Her gaze traveled around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and the beautiful paintings on the walls. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the surroundings, despite the eerie feeling that something was off.
"This place is beautiful,"
she said, her voice filled with wonder.
"But it's so lonely,"
she added with a sigh. The silence felt like it was crushing her, and she wondered if she would ever be able to leave this place without shame.
Imya let out a deep sigh and sank into the couch cushions. The silence of the mansion was almost overwhelming, making her feel as though the walls were closing in on her. She was tired and wanted to rest, but her mind kept racing with thoughts of what she would do next.
"Derek probably isn't coming back any time soon,"
"I can take a little break,"
she added, closing her eyes and trying to clear her mind.
As she began to drift off, the noise of the mansion's creaking hallways and the eerie feeling that something was watching her made her uneasy. She tried to ignore the feeling and focus on getting some rest, but the feeling of being trapped in an unfamiliar place was too much to bear. She drifted into a troubled sleep, wondering if she would ever be able to escape the eerie mansion and return to her old life.
Imya found herself lost in a strange white void, surrounded by nothing but her own thoughts. Suddenly, she saw her parents standing before her. They were blurred and vague, and as they spoke, their voices were distorted and hard to understand.
"You're useless, Imya,"
her mother said, her voice was angry and filled with disappointment.
"No one could love a woman like you. "
her father added, shaking his head.
Diavolo stood behind her, his face a blur, but his presence threatening.
" you still love me, right? "
Imya tried to reach out and touch them, but her arms wouldn't move. She felt confused and scared, wondering if she was dreaming or if this was some kind of hallucination.
"Am I dreaming?"
she thought to herself, trying to make sense of the strange vision. But no matter how much she strained her eyes, her parents' faces remained blurred and unidentifiable.
As Imya was trying to process her nightmare, another figure suddenly appeared in front of her. It was Angelo Rossi. His face, like the others, was blurred and unidentifiable, but his voice was clear and filled with disappointment.
"I'm disappointed in you,"
he said, his tone harsh and unforgiving.
The words cut like knives, and Imya's heart sank. She knew she had let him down, but hearing it from him was even harder to bear.
"No, I'm not useless,"
she said, her voice shaking.
"I succeeded as a famous actress. How could I possibly be useless?"
Her words were cut off by the vision, and she sat up in bed, her heart racing and her breath coming in short gasps. The dream had felt so real, and the emotions were still raw and pulsing through her body. She didn't know what to think or feel other than a sense of confusion and emptiness.
" ... "
Derek stood at the doorway, his expression stoic and unmoved.
Imya felt a sense of relief because he returned, but his silence left her feeling uncomfortable and on edge. She had so many questions for him but didn't know how to approach him.
She rubbed her eyes and fixed her hair, trying to gather her thoughts. As she looked up, she saw that Derek was already walking away.
"Derek, wait,"
she called out, but he didn't stop or acknowledge her. She stood up and walked over to him, frustrated and confused.
"That bastard..!,"
she muttered to herself, knowing she shouldn't be so rude but unable to help it.
"Taking me in but not communicating at all? Well, I didn't entirely expect him to even talk with me,"
she added, crossing her arms in irritation. Despite her anger, she felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized how much better it felt to just let her thoughts run wild.
Imya stood in the middle of the living room, feeling lost and uncertain. The silence was deafening, and she couldn't seem to find a way to fill it. As she turned to the window and looked outside, she noticed that it was already night. The stars shone brightly, and the full moon illuminated the darkness. But despite their beauty, she felt a sense of dread washing over her.
"What should I even do?"
she asked herself, feeling overwhelmed by the thought of her future.
"The stars shine so bright, yet they're made for falling too,"
she said, her voice filled with a sense of resignation. The realization that nothing was guaranteed in life, and that even the brightest stars eventually fall, was hard to bear. She let out a deep sigh, feeling hopelessly lost.
Imya stood in the middle of the living room, feeling a heaviness in her heart. She had achieved so much as an actress, but now she was throwing it all away. She had always been on the move, traveling from place to place to shoot movies or attend events, but now she was stuck in Derek's mansion, unable to leave. And she didn't know what to do.
"I'm an actress, a celebrity,"
she said, her voice quiet and filled with a sense of defeat.
"Yet I'm throwing it all away."
She looked out the window and saw the city lights shining, and she felt a sense of longing wash over her. She didn't really miss the hustle and bustle of her career, the excitement of shooting movies, and the feeling of being praised by her fans... Or maybe she did.
She let out a deep sigh, feeling lost and uncertain about her future. She knew she had to make a decision, but she didn't know what to do. She felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, unable to spread its wings and fly.
Imya walked out onto the balcony, feeling the cool night air wash over her. She leaned against the balcony fence, resting her elbows on the hard stone and fat timber. The air was still and silent, but she could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her.
"Am I even worth living?"
she asked herself, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a question that had been haunting her for some time, and she still didn't have an answer.
She looked out over the city, the night lights twinkling in the darkness. She couldn't escape the feeling that she was just going through the motions, that her life had no meaning or purpose.
She let out a deep sigh, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was a feeling that she couldn't shake off, no matter how hard she tried. She wondered if things would ever get better, if she would ever find a way to find joy and meaning in her life again.
As Imya leaned against the balcony fence, her thoughts racing through her head, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, startled, and turned to see Derek standing beside her. His expression was stoic, but his words were comforting.
"Maybe you're not as bad as you think,"
he said, and Imya couldn't help but feel a sense of relief washing over her at his words. Even though Derek was a stranger, there was something about him that made her feel safe.
She took a deep breath and let out a sigh, feeling a little bit of the weight lift off her chest. Derek's presence was soothing, and she felt like she could relax and let go, even for just a moment. He leaned against the fence beside her, and they stood there in silence, looking out at the view.
"Thank you,"
Imya said finally, breaking the silence. She didn't know why she had said it, but she felt like she needed to. It was almost like she needed to acknowledge the way he had made her feel, and show her appreciation for it. Derek nodded, still silent, but his eyes were soft and comforting.
"What are you even thanking me for?"
Derek asked, his eyes still fixed on the sky. The air felt heavy, and the silence was deafening. Imya tried to come up with a response, but the words seemed to stick in her throat.
"I don't know,"
she said finally, her voice small and quiet. She was grateful for Derek's presence, but she didn't know how to express it. She felt like a burden, a weight that he had to carry, and she didn't want to make things worse.
Derek let out a deep sigh, and for a moment, she thought he was going to leave. But then he turned to her, his eyes meeting her own, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her.
"Sometimes, all we need is a break from anything that burdens us,"
he said, his voice filled with a sense of understanding. And for the first time, Imya felt like she was not alone.
" i know why you ran away, but... "
Derek's gaze remained fixed on Imya, his expression emotionless as ever. She felt a sense of confusion and frustration wash over her as she tried to make sense of his words.
"...You can't worry everyone around you,"
Derek said, his voice calm and steady. Imya's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt a lump form in her throat.
"Worry someone around me? Are you kidding me?"
she scoffed, her voice rising in disbelief.
"No one cares about the real me, all they care about is the Actress Imya Dawn,"
she shouted, her voice filled with anger and frustration. Her arms were crossed tightly across her chest, and her eyes narrowed as she stared at Derek.
The silence resumed, and Imya felt like she was drowning in it. The weight of her thoughts and emotions threatened to overwhelm her, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of her own making.
In the blink of an eye, Derek was suddenly in front of Imya, his hand wrapped around her wrist so tightly that it hurt. Her breath caught in her throat, and she struggled to break free, but his grip didn't budge.
"Oh well, I tried talking to you with mercy,"
he said, his voice was cold and detached.
"Do you really not remember me, or are you playing stupid?"
he asked, his eyes narrowing in anger and frustration.
Imya's heart was racing, and she felt like she was staring into the eyes of a predator. Despite the fear that was starting to overtake her, a part of her felt like she knew this man, like she had seen him before. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't place his face.
"W-what do you want from me?"
she stammered, her voice shaking with fear. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a way to get out of this situation, but she felt like she was cornered.
Imya's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked up into Derek's eyes. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face, and his grip on her wrist only tightened as he spoke.
"Tell me,"
he repeated, his voice low and threatening.
"Do you remember me, Imya?"
Her mind was racing as she searched through her memories, trying to place his face. She had seen him before, but she couldn't remember where or when. The fear was starting to overcome her, and she felt like she was about to crack.
"Please, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, "
she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear and confusion, yet a lot of anger.
"You jerk! "
Derek looked down at her, his expression unreadable. All of a sudden, he released her wrist, and she felt a rush of relief wash over her. But before she could even react, he was gone, leaving her standing alone on the balcony, her heart still racing.
" What the fuck is wrong with this man? "
Imya felt like she was frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened. Derek had grabbed her and asked if she recognized him, but the fear and confusion in her mind had clouded her thoughts and robbed her of her voice.
She tried to take a deep breath, to calm herself down, but the adrenaline was still surging through her veins, making her heart beat faster and faster. She felt like she was suffocating, like she was trapped in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. The sound of her heart pounding in her ears was like a drumbeat, making it hard to think clearly.
As Imya stood on the balcony, trying to make sense of what had just happened, a sudden flashback to her past flooded her mind. Her heart was racing, and a cold sweat began to form on her brow as she remembered those familiar words.
"You keep acting like a tiger, yet you're a bunny,"
the voice echoed in her mind, the words ringing in her ears like a distant bell. She closed her eyes, trying to push back the memories, but they seemed determined to flood her mind.
"Why are those words coming through my mind right now?"
she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.
She couldn't understand why those words were haunting her now, when she had been trying to put her past behind her. They were just a reminder of a darker time, a time when she had been someone she didn't want to be anymore.
"No...!"
she told herself silently, squaring her shoulders and drawing in a deep breath. She couldn't let those words define her, not anymore. She was strong now, strong enough to face anything that came her way. She was a tiger, and she knew it.
" I'm... Brave.
I'm strong.
i need to keep up.
i can do it. "
she couldn't do it.