They Said I Did Something Bad

I am literally staring at the ground where I am sitting upon like it will really give me answers to the questions I have in my head right now. What the hell is happening?

Why on earth did I just came out from a pile of moist mud while my lower body is still covered in it? From what I can picture, someone must have buried me here but failed to notice that I was actually still alive. That was why my subconscious woke me up and here I am now.

I stared at my dirty hands, up to my arms and my upper body. I noticed I am wearing a now dirty white blouse. I didn't know how did I identified it as white when it fact, it was almost colored brown due to the moist mud covered in it.

After a few seconds, I looked up at my surroundings. That was when I realized I am in the middle of a deserted forest, or so I think. I looked up above and also noticed the dark sky where there are no even single traces of stars and even the moon that will give me glimpse of light there.

My forehead creased, if it was so dark in there, how the hell I can see everything around me? So clearly and vividly?

I also tried to remember who I am. But, when I realized I don't even know my own name, my shoulders dropped. Someone tried to bury me here, meaning someone tried to murder me, and now, I can't even remember who the hell I am? How lucky can I get, ehh?

I tried to get up and to my surprise, I quite have an unimaginable strength to pull myself up. That was weird. Isn't it just reasonable enough for me to feel weak when I just have woken up and stood up from my own burial?

That was when I finally noticed that I was actually wearing a dress and not a blouse like my first guess a while ago. But, my forehead creased again when I noticed some large dark red spots on my crotch area, that looks like dried stains of. . blood?

"Ohh my god. ." For the first time since a while ago, I whispered something like that, even though my voice kind of sounded hoarse and rough.

What. . what is this red spots? My hands trembled furiously and my tears started to flow endlessly even though I can't really recall what is the real reason behind those dark red spots of blood in my dress.

It was like, even though I can't recall it, but my heart does. Because my heart is freaking aching right now. It was hurting like crazy. It felt so heavy and I'm feeling so down right now.

What in the world really happened to me? I really wanna know the answers but how? And where? And to whom I should ask? What if my killers were just right around the corner and if they happen to see me, will they kill me again?

Maybe. . just maybe, I should find someone to help me. Someone that was not affiliated to my perpetrators. But, where can I find someone? Or, some people in these deserted area?

My chain of thoughts was cut short when I heard something far away from me very clearly. My eyes squinted in the dark when I tried to roamed my gaze around again and I was suddenly amazed when I spotted a large boar that was just ten feet away from me, hiding in a bush and just staring at me, surely preparing for an attack. Like it actually think that I will be its dinner for tonight.

How the hell can I see and hear that wild animal's quiet roaring sound when it was that far away from me? Is this some kind of a side effect when I miraculously came back to life after someone has murdered me?

A whole minute passed, I waited for the large boar to came running to me. And, when it finally did, I actually thought I would run away from it, screaming and begging for my life but my feet didn't cooperated. I stood there rooted right in my spot where I am still standing and waited for it to come near me with my eyes wide opened but with a face that lacks emotions.

The moment the large boar plunged right in front of me, I unconsciously raised my left arm and grabbed the boar's neck in the right timing and in the right spot it cried so loudly for what I did.

My mouth dropped open when I realized my left arm got some supernatural strength to keep holding the large boar's whole weight up in the air for like some seconds now. I got so scared at that so I tried to throw the large boar away from me and it flew really far away from me. Much farther from where I spotted it hiding a while ago.

"The hell. ." I whispered again and looked at my left hand. Really, the hell? How did I managed to do that? I closed my eyes and tried to breathe in some fresh air. I tried to think rationally but nothing is really making sense right now.

Seconds later, I found myself aimlessly walking in the middle of the dark. Without any direction and without any plan. I can hear the cracking sound of fallen leaves in the ground as I step on them and I can also feel sharp edges of stones cutting through the sole of my feet but I just can't feel anything like pain or what right now.

And, when I think I will still found nothing after maybe an hour of walking like a zombie, an abandoned looking warehouse appeared miles away from me. My eyes lit up for some hope, even though it's not really shown upon on my face.

I walked slowly but with a determination now to ask for help to someone who is maybe out there inside the abandoned warehouse. And, when I reached the large two front doors, I slowly opened it only to find nothing inside. Just darkness prevailing the whole place.

"Who are you?" I was taken aback by a deep voice behind me. I looked back and saw a tall scary looking man complete with a weird mustache on his face. When my eyes dropped on the shovel he was holding right at that moment, I suddenly know now that he was the one who buried me from where I came from a while ago.

I also got to confirmed my suspicion when his eyes grew bigger as he looked down at me. Because come on, not even a single soul is wandering around in that deserted forest, so how will I not suspect this tall scary looking man in front of me as my murderer? Or, one of my. . murderers, I think?

As he took a step back away from me and accidentally dropped the shovel on the ground, he hit something or someone behind him with his back.

"Ouch, Dante. What are you doing walking back like that? You idiot." I heard the voice from behind the tall scary looking man, Dante, said.

I just stared at Dante who is still in shocked upon seeing me, while his comrade in burying me in that burial pit, finally saw me when he moved beside Dante. I almost twisted my lips when I noticed the same freaking reaction his ugly face gave out upon seeing me alive, too.

"The fuck!" Dante's comrade shouted and his face suddenly contorted with so much rage. I just remained standing when he got the shovel in the ground and tried to smash it in my head but unfortunately for him, I caught it using my right hand.

With a boiling anger deep inside me while he tries to free the shovel from my hand but can't, I looked at him with a bone chilling stare.

I effortlessly snatched the shovel from him and he also got pulled right in front of me, I took that chance to hit the shovel right in his face, and I suddenly regretted that when his whole skull exploded from my attack and big drops of blood came spilling out everywhere I feel like I got an instant shower. Like the hell, I didn't even put so much strength in that hit of mine but his whole head exploded like that?

His body dropped on the ground and it convulsed aggressively before it finally stopped moving as a sign that he was now dead on the spot.

I looked at Dante after and when he saw me looking at him after killing his comrade, he suddenly dropped his knees on the ground looking like a scaredy-cat begging for his life to be spared by me. "Miss Abraham, please. I was just tasked to bury you. But, we were not the ones responsible for your death and the death of your baby. Please, miss Abraham. Believe me. Please."

I didn't paid attention to the freaking tears he was showing me but rather to the confession he had made just now in front of me.

Miss Abraham? And, wait. Did he just said that I had a. . baby? And, I lost it? He or she is now dead? Just because of someone who really murdered me as what this Dante was talking about?

"Who. . killed me, then?" I anticipated for his answer but I didn't got myself ready for the kind of answer I will get from him right at that moment.

"It's mister Abraham, miss. Your. . husband."

The moment Dante's answer came sinking in me seconds later, I walked closer to him with overflowing rage and raised my hand as I also hit his head with the shovel they used to bury me. He was about to run away that time but it's too late for that. I watched him unmoved as all of his blood came oozing from his head. I watched it without any remorse or guilt in my heart, which is actually pretty confusing for me. Am I not human anymore, to not feel any of those emotions after just brutally killing two people?

I dropped the shovel on the ground and wiped some new traces of fresh blood in my face and my neck like it was just nothing. Like, it was not some blood from some men that I just murdered.

Now, it's time to find that murderer of mine, my so called 'husband'. "Wait for me, motherfucker."

Whoever the hell he is, he better brace himself for all the things that I will do to him. No questions are going to be asked, I will just kill him immediately the moment I lay my eyes on him and I will not fucking care to whatever his reasons were for him to fucking murder me. I smirked inwardly as I found myself walking aimlessly again in the middle of nowhere.

I didn't know how many hours had passed, but when the sun started to peek at the sky above me, I already know it's early in the morning. I am supposed to feel hungry or starving or thirsty right now, but it's just really confusing to not feel any of those.

Maybe, it's a good thing, though. I won't have to think about myself right now. All I have to think about is my upcoming bloody revenge to my murderer.

I suddenly stopped walking when I saw a concreted road two steps away from me. Just then, I heard a vehicle's machine sound coming from my left even though it's still very far away from me. I looked at it's direction and waited for it to pass by me. But, when I couldn't wait any longer, I stepped on the road and decided to block the vehicle's way for it to stop later right in front of me.

Seconds later, when the large truck is just few miles away from me, the truck driver suddenly noticed me and abruptly stepped on the brake causing the vehicle to immediately stopped moving but a few inches away from my body.

The shocked truck driver looked down at me from where he was sitting and I looked up at him, too. Just with a face void of any emotions. And, when he finally recovered, he stormed out of his truck angrily and strutted towards me.

I waited for him and when he finally got to see me closer, he obviously shuddered with fear upon realizing how I look right at that very moment. He stuttered his own words asking, "What the hell. . happened to you, miss? Are. . are you ok?"

"What do you think, sir?" I casually said but with a tone full of sarcasm. He gulped and took a step back away from me. But, I spoke again. "Can I hitchhike?"

He nodded his head immediately but with an obvious glint of hesitation in his eyes. I nodded, too and proceeded to come closer to the passengers side of his truck. He tries to open up the door for me but I got to open it first. He moved back after that when I swiftly managed to climb up myself on the inside of his truck.

I closed the door beside me, a little louder to catch his attention because he still looked dumbfounded about letting me in his truck, and that's the time he came back to his self and then he run towards the driver's seat again. When the old man beside me was finally seated, I know we both can smell the lingering scents of dried blood all over my body but he chose to not comment on that, or rather forced himself not to say anything to me.

He cleared his throat as he started the truck's engine again. "Where are you headed to, by the way?" It took me seconds to answer him back because honestly, I didn't know where to find that murderer husband of mine. Because come to think of it, I still cannot remember who I am and where do I live, for freaking sake! I'm so foolish! I should have asked Dante where to find his boss before killing him hours ago. Argh!

"Do you know someone named mister Abraham?" I tried my luck by asking that, but I am not that hopeful. What if there are so many Abrahams in this city, or am I in a province? And, what country is this again? Ohh my god! I don't even know my own citizenship!

"Mister Abraham, miss? What's his first name?" He asked me, still not moving the vehicle forward.

I shook my head at him, a sign that I do not know the answer to that. His face contorted in confusion.

"Then, how can you find him?" I stared what's in front of us and think for a few seconds.

"Can you just bring me to the nearest police station?" He grimaced looking at my appearance again.

"Are you sure? Don't you want me to bring you to the nearest hospital instead?" I actually contemplated on his suggestion at me. If I really wanted to execute a revenge on my so called murderer husband, I needed to blend in crowd. I don't need to be the center of attention wherever I will go just because I look like a little girl who just survived a massacre because of all the dried blood all over my dress and my body.

"Alright. Bring me to the nearest hospital, then." He finally drove the truck off the road again and I just made myself stare at nothingness.

Maybe half an hour passed, the old man beside me finally pulled over his truck beside a two story building. I looked at him and when he nodded at me, I opened the door and jumped off from his truck without looking back, and without even expressing a simple 'thank you' at him. And, when he drove his truck away from there, I still didn't looked back. Atleast, he has the decency to help me, though. And, for that, he should be thankful because I didn't took his life a while ago.

I stopped walking when I was already inside the small hospital's receiving area. Since when did I become to think like a real killer? Really, since when? "Ohh my god, ma'am!" An on duty nurse behind the information desk suddenly came rushing near me when she noticed my existence. "Doctor! There's a patient here, come!"

And, just like that, four people run towards me and examined me immediately. I just let myself be dragged by them anywhere they pointed me at. They also made me lay down in a bed and two female nurses cleaned all the dried traces of blood in my body. They also made me wear new set of hospital white gown after I requested them if I could take a bath first.

They were hesitant at first, but when the doctor that examined me said that I don't have any existing wounds on my body, the two nurses finally agreed.

When I was finished, I lay down again in the same bed but with a new white bedsheet now. The doctor came to me again and asked, "How are you feeling, miss?"

"Fine." I answered shortly. She nodded and whispered something at the nurse beside her.

"What's your name again? Because you really look familiar." My forehead creased at that. I look familiar at her? So, do I also look familiar at all the nurses and patients there, too? Because, the moment I stepped outside the bathroom a while ago, they all looked at me like I am some sort of ghost, that's been already dead long ago but decided to wander around the living world again. Well, maybe, it's some kind of true. I really did come back from death, so they can really consider me as a ghost.

"I'm sorry. I can't remember who I am. But, I just know one thing. And, I am one hundred percent sure of that." I looked at her with extra sharpness in my gazes. The female doctor gulped while looking down at me but still have the courage to hear what I am going to tell her.

"I was murdered." The female doctor acted so cocky after that, I got offended a little bit.

"You must be kidding me." She tries to suppress her mocking smile but she failed miserably. The nurse beside her even have the guts to smile cheekily at me. "You are the murderer here, miss. You're Victoria Abraham, right? The famous, sweet and innocent actress but turned out you were really not."

Something inside my head ached upon hearing her harsh words at me. What the hell is she talking about? And, my name is Victoria? And who is the actress that she's referring to? Me?

I abruptly got up both the female doctor and the nurse got startled at my sudden movement. I reached out my right hand at the mocking doctor in front of me.

"Lend me your phone." Her eyebrows furrowed so before she can even protest at me, I looked at her dangerously. "Lend me your phone before I murder you like what you are accusing me of."

She instantly fetch something at her doctor's lab gown and handed it to my hand, which is actually the latest model of the most expensive brand of phone in the world. I raised my one eyebrow at her. She's actually kind of well-off, huh?

I asked for her pincode when I opened her phone. She got back her phone instead, and typed the pin herself. After that, she gave it back to me and then, I instantly went to google to actually google myself. How funny.

I typed my so-called name. Victoria Abraham. The first result is actually a picture of my face up close. I clicked it and more pictures of mine appeared in the screen. Pictures of me in a long dress, evening dress, chic style clothes, bikinis and many more.

And, there it is. Under my name, was my actual occupation. I am really an actress slash model slash famous brands ambassador. Wow!

And the biography under it tells personal information about myself. My screen name is actually Tori Abraham. I am twenty four years old and I am an orphan since I was a baby. I rose to fame in the industry of showbusiness and acting when I turned eighteen years old by appearing in a whitening lotion commercial accidentally.

And, ohh. There he is. My spouse! Slash my murderer, even though the female doctor told me otherwise. That I am actually the murderer here? Like, hello? Would I really do that back then?

"Jackson Abraham." I whispered my husband's name like it was a poison in my mouth to begin with. Like, it's so disgusting to whisper it out loud.

It says in one of the articles that I opened that we got married one year ago, lived happily since then but our relationship hit rock bottom when my gigs at acting became so hectic for me to still handle our relationship right. So, my husband was caught cheating at me in a broad daylight at a famous restaurant somewhere in the metro.

And, the people actually hated him to the core for that because they loved me for being the sweet and innocent young actress they admired for years.

But, it was changed overnight when a breaking news said that I got into a fight with my husband's mistress and that caused her to lost her baby. Because of that, the sympathy of the people in the country shifted to my cheater husband and to his fucking mistress.

The rest of the article later became a hate speech for me. Saying all shitty things about me and that I am a two faced bitch hiding in the innocent image of mine.

I stopped reading the article after that. I handed the phone back to the female doctor who immediately got it and turned back and walked away from me, together with the nurses that took care of me a while ago.

The hell! My head ached at all those informations I absorbed in just one down. And, even though I already read some truth about my identity, I can't still remember all of it.

If I really accidentally caused my husband's mistress's baby to die, then, how the hell did my baby died, too? And, no one knows about it? No article is even written about it? And, how about the murder that my husband did at me? Is it just nothing?

The saddest part of it all, I am actually an orphan. I don't even have parents or siblings or relatives to call upon my situation right now. How lucky can I get, ehh?

I was suddenly disturbed in my chain of thoughts when someone shamelessly throw something at me. I looked at the object that was used to hit me and realized it was a big apple. I roamed my eyes around and found the lady who threw the apple at me looking like she is so ready to attack me any moment now if I will just give in to her bait.

Luckily for her, I hold myself up. That's the time I realized I can hear each and every whispers they make around me. Even their disgusted exhales of breaths upon realizing that I am the famous actress they know about.

"She has the nerve to show up to a hospital and pretend she was hurt. What a low class lady." I heard the lady from my far east side whispered to her daughter beside her, a few beds away from me.

"She's just beautiful. Aside from that, she's nothing but a murderer of an innocent baby that didn't even do anything bad to her. May she rot in hell for that." Another whisper of a fat woman that was caught again by my ears even though she's on the other ends of that ward.

My jaw clenched hardly as their whispers of hate and sarcasms on me continues to pass by my ears. Then, suddenly, I heard something like heavy fast approaching footsteps really far away from me, but despite that, I can still hear it very clearly. They are outside this ward but they are walking back here to freaking get me.

"I'm really sure it's her, mister police officer. It's Tori Abraham, the one that is on your wanted list right now." Voice of the female doctor that talked to me a while ago. My eyes grew bigger at that as their footsteps became much clearer and clearer to me, meaning they are already so close at the ward.

Despite everything, I don't know why my whole being is being so relaxed as ever at that very particular moment where in any second, a police officer is about to catch me and might put me in jail.

Minutes later, four people showed up in front of me. Two of them were the female doctor and her assistant nurse from a while ago. The other two were obviously police officers just by basing on their respective uniforms on.

One of the police officer looked at me alertly when I immediately stood up to welcome them. "Miss Tori Abraham?"