The Ends of in Between

In the dim lighted narrow street, Leonore sees a woman being chased by a man. The man was all in black and wearing a hood, and in his right hand is a hammer. Leonore tried to reach out for the woman, but she couldn't let out a single word like her throat had been parched up. It was difficult, and she was withheld by an invisible force, which only required her to just watch as the woman stumbles upon a gutter, and hence the killer reached her out pushing her deeper into the filthy and foul water in the gutter. Leonore couldn't bear it, she screamed at the top of her lungs.But there was no voice coming out.Her eyes were all in tears and she could feel the veins in the surrounding area of her eyeballs now stretching and nearly torn as she widened her eyes even more in horrifying disbelief.The killer holds the hammer, raises his arm, and with full strength swung the hammer onto the woman's back. Leonore arched with pain as if she felt the exact pain of the victim

The look on her face wasn't certain of what is happening. Like someone who had just been woken up only to find out that the world had self-destructed.Leonore was hardly recollecting pieces of her just earlier after her dream. She does this every time, just to get a grip of reality, and her existence whom she barely knew and felt. 

The sky was dark. The stars appeared like faint grains of light. They were fogged mostly by the thick rain clouds. The breeze was becoming chilly. Slowly it blows off the wind that would send off goosebumps on anyone that would pass.Little spatters of rain touches Leonore's face. She was woken up by it and felt numb by the so much pain from her back. It felt excruciating. The back of her head was cracked. She tried to move her arm and reached her head. The blood had dried, but there was a portion as she had felt was still bleeding, blood was spurting from a little hole made along with the crack.Leonore tried to put pressure on her palm to the hole. It was very agonizing. She felt nauseous and dizzy with the sensation. Her tears added mist to her eyesight causing her vision to get blurry.She tried to picture out her position. She was lying down, head on the gutter. The only way for her to stand up is to bend her body upwards.She made a try of it, but s

"She doesn't belong here. She's a freaking slut.""Let's do something that will make her get out of here." Alexandra Dorias didn't know her parents. She grew up in a shelter for abandoned children that was run by nuns. The shelter was said to be a school. The owner, Ramon Peridrino Sr., donated the building to the church in return he wanted it to be modified and made useful for the children who cannot afford to go to school. This was his will before he died. His family migrated to the States thereafter, and the building was taken care of by the nuns. The shelter was sort of a learning facility and a dormitory for the abandoned children. Children who are left in front of the church, who have negligent parents, who are orphaned, who are left alone in the trash, are all rescued and nurtured in the shelter. Alexandra didn't know where she belonged in the said categories. She has no idea of her birth and her

She walked onto the center of the stage and bowed. She walked towards the piano and started playing Clair de Lune, hitting every key right on tune. The auditorium was filled with lovely classical music, and every person in their seats are devouring the sweet mystifying effect of the song. But the young pianist is feeling a bit off despite the beautiful melody she is producing.  Alexandra felt a heavy contraction in her loin. And all of a sudden, there was a long and steady cramp that concentrated in that area. The pain was pricking and deafening. For ten agonizing seconds, Alexandra kept still of the pain and managed to continue playing smoothly. She cannot risk spoiling the beautiful classical music that is now in the middle of cradling and serenading the audience. She mentally asked herself, "What the hell is happening?"  The