I always wanted to be a city girl.
Living in the city and having a great time in an apartment across the flickering lights of the streets. Dreams like this were nice until I realized that I live in the mountains and my house is in the middle of nowhere. Don't get me wrong, I love living here. Eating freshly picked vegetables and drinking the highest grade of dairy I've ever tasted in my life is the best! Everything is a countryside paradise until someone started bothering me. Every time I look down from the window of my room, I sense someone looking straight up at me. I can see them, not clearly but they are there. A dark figure, hidden behind a curtain of fog. I can't see them and I can't explain why but I know they're looking straight right through me. Here in the suburbs, it's always foggy, it's likely not to know what people want or who they are, so having someone looking up to you is a bit disconcerting.
I never suspected anybody in my neighborhood to be the culprit, not even once! All of them are great people, they're all friendly, and they're all amazing needless to say. Believe me, this place is all smiles! I am confident that whoever this person is, they are not from around here. Honestly, I just felt awkward to ask them about this matter. Not to mention, I don't have the same confidence as those people in the city. I mean, jeez, I want some answers but I don't have the courage to unravel it. I had no idea who they are but they made me shiver. Which is alright with me honestly, I can't see them thoroughly after all. I can only work out their silhouette. All thanks to the thick fog here.
However, some days are not foggy.
One day, I was rendered speechless as I look down the window, terrified, but I know a huge chunk of me is excited. The fog has lifted and I can finally see the face of the person dedicated enough to be looking at me every day! Oh, how naive I realized I was when the fogs have lifted. I was horrified to see a decomposing corpse stuck in a log with a stake in his stomach. I remembered how mortified I was when I saw maggots crawling from inside of his eyes. I was utterly speechless when I saw that there was no more blood in his body for it's all already smothered in the soil. It bewildered me so to see mosquitoes flying all around him. The thing that impressed me was that I was able to look at it for a solid minute before I can respond to the situation at hand.
I can still hear my breathing and my voice fused together as I ran towards the telephone to call the local authorities. I could still feel the adrenaline in my body when they asked me to hide under the bed. I remembered how my blood rises when I saw lights colored red and blue shone from the distance like in the movies. I can still feel the adrenaline in my skin when I heard the siren rang from afar. Up until now, I still don't know what to answer when they asked me how come I never noticed anything. Is this how it feels like to live in the city? You will experience moments of your life where your sagacity gets tested every day?
How I wish that every day is not foggy then.
