I seldom remember my promises, much less keep them. Breaching what I told two entries ago is too brusque but for something of this gravity, I cannot let it fall out unacknowledged either. My sister is trouble-philic and what she got herself into this time, if not the most huge, yields more suspense than getting seven to eight girls gang up on her in a very shoujo-like manner. How does someone who hasn’t taken a step beyond our doorway since February manage to pull in trouble? By getting death threats. Surprised? So I was but I bet your oral cavity made the larger O.
At the back of my mind, I predicted that it was a type of threat I can brush off as pointless notwithstanding the case’s high probability of occurrence. The string of messages we found in her inbox came out to be implicit offers stating that a wad of money amounting to 20, 000 PHP can (but not almost instantly) be an immunity necklace against possible deadly offenses by “Tau Gamma”. Or at least that’s what I understood from the texter’s intellectually-overwhelming Deaf grammar. Tau Gamma’s background is a haze I wish to direct none of my researching or inferring abilities on since it’s evidently a prop added to make the threat fall into the flair category.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Me, I KILL YOU.
As with any action film, there has to be a “great escape” of crucial relevance to the rest of the story: her’s entailed leaving the bounds of our home in stealth mode sometime last week. That would have been the plan most susceptible to attack so in supplement to her mind void of shrewdness, we (the sidekicks) stopped her.
We had suspects, of course. Logically, she shouldn’t have a lot of enemies since her irrationality is ultimately selective towards people within her immediate sanguine relations. In her lifespan, there has only been one person who indicated the likelihood of resorting to such means to harm and that’s Krista, the same girl who arranged the aforementioned mobbing. As it later turned out, our conjecture is positive while the rest of the threat is but a flimsily-weaved story that can be made tattered by the mention of the words police, catch and jail.
For a moment, I was frankly scared. Experiences like this one cause me to rethink whether the line “I live a normal life.” applies to me.