As Dr. Richard gave his answer, Lerisia ‘s face became pale and discontent. All of his words felt ambitious and very dangerous for her taste, and what did he meant by creatures in the town? It was absurd and bizarre, and- everything, absolutely everything sounded like he wanted to discover something that exceeds his own nature. So this is the real Isaac Richards that had Lerisia wondering about; A man with goals out of the boundaries of common human desire, though Lerisia doesn’t consider him a human anymore, whatever he is now. Among his answer, one sentence woke her up from her thoughts and turned to him with her eyes widened from his petition. He wanted her to be by his side. Before Lerisia could answer, he responded with such a persuasive offer that even though felt like a great opportunity, couldn’t shake off the feeling of rudeness and selfish that Lerisia felt about him, even worse by bringing her two children into this.<br/><br/>“I can’t even begin to…” Lerisia’s felt her hair covering her cheeks as she looked away. “How could you ask me that? Involve me into this crazy idea and worse, bring my children into this? Have you lost your mind? You sounded so selfish and too self-centered by wanting to somehow uncover whatever thing you believe this town is hiding...by playing the detective,I don’t see-, I just can’t believe what I am hearing.” She was shaking in indignation, somehow this was sudden. Was she even holding it unconsciously? Lerisia signed, agitated by her own response. There was some time before she could realize that there was no choice. “ Mr. Richards…” She face him once again “I...can’t do this. What you ask from me is being your compliance on your...whatever research is this. This could potentially have consequences for the both of us and our families.” even with the time she had working with him, she had no idea about his personal life. What she knows is that her children could be exposed to this and that is the last thing she wants to do. Yet…she pursed her lips of mauve colors, looked up, her cup of coffee on hand, chuckle, and said this:<br/><br/>“You better prove to me that there is indeed ‘creatures’ in this town...and that something is really going on. Prove it to me so I can believe in you, so I can-, I can accept the fact that I made a really bad choice.”<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">_________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Jon blinked in boredom. The class wasn’t as interesting today as he thought it would be. He eyed his surroundings, noticing the other students weren’t as enthusiastic as he thought either. Somehow, this made him reminiscent of his old school, were in contrast, are more louder. He, despite being distant, did enjoy seeing the others screaming and shouting curse words to each other as the professor demanded them to be quiet. For him, it was a show, and it kept him entertained in days that clouds would wrap the sun. Those days would not come back, thanks to his mother, and the failure of a family that he could not stand.  Jon kept taping the pencil as her rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>“Ahem…!” Mrs. Mitchell grumble as she watched Jon. Once she did, the entire class was looking at jon, their eyes regaining focus from what it was a snoozefest for them. Jon looked at the old hag: A woman that did not look like she was in her 50’s, perhaps older. Black, wavy hair with a few grays and short to the ears, a triangular nose which was matched with a small, crimson lips, eyes black that could snatch your attention right away, and thin arms with a noticeable belly hidden in blouse of white satin and skirt of blue with flowers. “Mr. Salem...is something the matter?” the old hag replied with tone sober than lemon. It wasn’t that Mrs. Mitchell was a bad teacher, in fact, she was the opposite of what his older teachers were: attentive and more educated. Jon just didn’t enjoy the way she teaches, which is why he sighed as he took some time to respond. “No…”<br/><br/>“I take you aren’t paying attention...”<br/><br/>“I am…”<br/><br/>“So you are on the same page as us, right?”<br/><br/>“Yes.”<br/><br/>“That would be very nice if it were true…”<br/><br/>“Huh…?” Jon lifted his head a bit, then looked down at his textbook. He may have been a page back. Well, fuck.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">_________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Ok, this was already too much. The young girl in pain did her best to get out of her bed and make her way to the bathroom. She might have not heard well what her mother told her this morning, but apparently she suggested to rest until she comes back. Right. Like she is ever going to understand the amount of suffering she is going through currently. Ugh! This was too much! As she reached the door and opened with force, she hold onto the white sink, ignoring everything around that may fall. She looked up to the oval mirror and saw a Hannes that wasn’t her. Messy hair, no makeup, with shorts pajamas and sleeveless shirt, eyes red and swollen due to her tears and the expression of halloween ghost. With a expression like that, she surely knows she is going to die. “Hell....fuck!” she whimpered as she held her lower abdomen. The sorrowful girl Make her way to the toilet on the side of the sink and sat over the cover for a while. Placing her head and her right arm over the sink, as she hold on to dear life, she began to sob.