A bad omen

It is a palace, in the middle of the jungle. It won't be a lie if we say it looks like an abandoned one. No-one knows who is the owner of it, it was just there when people found it. It looks like it was colored blue when it was built but due to corrosion its color is faded and many black lines and grass have appeared on the wall. No-one would have wanted to go there that looked so haunted. And the place it was situated added it's fear factor. It was a dark forest not even a single ray of light seems to penetrate it. Rather than sounds of insects and bat screech nothing seem to be heard. I wonder who would be inside that. A girl in her twenties, with blonde hair, is hiding her face inside her knees. She is shivering and seems to be afraid and alone. Her sobbing indicates she is sad about something. Is it because she was Lost? Why would anyone of her age be there alone in that haunted palace? She is on the top floor of it, and she is sitting on the floor against a wall in that cobbed room, full of the smell of death. How did she get there? She released her face from her arms. She is beautiful with pairs of brown eyes which were wet and shiny due to her tears and a pointed nose. Is that blood in her skirt? Yes, it is definitely the blood. Was she injured? or Did something happened to her for her to end in a place like that? Let's get our answer from her. Narrator: Cease 'Why me?', 'Why always I am the one to be left alone in misery', 'A person with whom I dreamt about my future with just died in front of my eyes. I so thought my curse was lifted after I celebrated my 6 months of relation with him. I thought my misery finally left me, I thought God has shown some mercy on me but everything I thought was my imagination. The curse is still with me and it is going to kill everyone I ever loved', 'I was just going to get the bus to my apartment after celebrating our half-year of anniversary when I heard Danny was shot at the lift on his own apartment. I remembered all the same threads of evidence that happened to me before. I know I was too late for that but still, I wanted to make sure. I ran to the hospital where he was taken to, he was in the pool of blood, an oxygen mask was kept above his nose and he was breathing very hardly. "He is in his last stage. Sorry he can't be saved", said the doctor breaking my heart. After all the things I went through in past still it was bringing tears to my eyes. I am never going to get used to it. I went near to him shedding tears from my eyes and when his eyes saw me, it widens up in horror, as if I was death coming to take him with me. 'Danny, it's me Cease.', I tried to comfort but he lifted his hand trembling with pain pointed his finger at me. His face showed horror, I couldn't go near him. He was the person who made me believe I wasn't cursed and added beauty to my lonely life but in his last breath, he showed how much he hated me. 'Danny, calm down', I whispered but he began screaming grabbing the attention of doctors and nurses, they came toward him and tried to inject pain killer thinking he might be in pain but before they do so, he took his last breath' 'And the most pathetic thing is police thinks it's me who is behind his death. I went straight back to my apartment cursing myself "why did I dare to love again? What was I thinking off? I again killed an innocent soul", but to add my misery my all belongings were thrown out from my flat. 'What is happening?', I asked my neighbors and the manager but I already knew the answer they were going to convey because it wasn't the first time something like that was happening to me. "You told, no police will come here again to investigate this apartment but you are never going to change, Are you? You have destroyed the reputation of this building we can no longer tolerate this. Take your stuff and get lost from here", said the woman from the next door who never ever spoke to me since I came here a year ago after being thrown out from my other flats. I no longer considered arguing cause now I think I am the one who has a problem, who is destroying everything that comes in the way, I am cursed. I thought what would be the advantage of finding another room, the same thing is ought to happen again. The only thought that strike in my mind was suicide. So I went inside the jungle, deeper and deeper with rope in my hand. The whole way I was looking for the tree to hang but maybe I wasn't ready to die subconsciously, no tree I went through on the path called me to hang. That was when I came through this palace, it looked haunted and cursed like me. It was abandoned just like me. I felt a connection with it, it was spooky but not spookier than my life.   'It all started when my mom and dad took me to Manang for a weekend. Everything was alright, I was the center of the universe for them. they didn't even use to let me out of sight. I was 8 years then, we were happy, we climbed mountains and had a barbeque. That moment was the most beautiful memory of my life but something evil very evil was going to happen. We slept in a lodge and the next day we were going to return home. It was 1 am in the night when a shot of a bullet wakes me up. Infront of me, there was a shadow just like mine but there was no light for that shadow to be mine. I was horrified and cried for mom and dad who were in the same room but none of them answered. Slowly the shadow in front of me faded away and hearing my shout security of the lodge knocked at the door, but still, neither my mom nor my dad responded. In that dark I slowly went out of the bed and went for the light, I switched it on but was so involved to open the doorknob that I didn't turn around to see my parents. When the door opened the security along with the lodge manager shouted in horror that is when I turned back to see my mom and dad in a pool of blood. I cried I shouted I ran for them 'Mom! Dad!', but the manager stopped me from touching them, they must have called the police. They arrived there within 10 minutes. At that age, I didn't know what death exactly meant and what murder was but I was obliged to understand. They found the gun on the floor and from the forensic test the fingerprints on the gun and my fingerprints matched. I was taken into custody for my own parent's death and was obliged to go through a lie detector. I passed on that but still, everyone thought I was the one to shoot the bullet. They even did research on my sleep to make sure it was me shooting them unknowingly on my dream but I passed that too.  And that wasn't the end I was right-handed and the fingerprints on the gun were left. I was made to shoot the bullet, for them to analyze my pattern. After everything when there was no evidence left for them rather than those fingerprints they released me and handover me to my mom's sister and her husband.  My parents were rich they left me with riches and legacies but the one who could love me like them. Aunty and uncle were very good to me at first but when time went by they began to show their true color. I was obliged to work day and night when they just used to laugh, play, and watch movies with their son Drud. Drud was 3 when I was 8, he was the only reason I was able to survive there. When uncle used to beat me when something used to mess up because of me he was the one who used to cry before me. I didn't use to have time to complete my assignment sometime I had to escape classes just to complete works. It was summer and my uncle ordered me to buy cigarettes for him, When I was going to get out of the house Drud began crying he was 5 then. "I want to go with Cicy", he used to call me that. "Cease to take him too", he said. Drud was holding my hand when I went to shop, "20 Rs', said the shopkeeper, and I left his hand to took money from the wallet. "thank you", I said to the shopkeeper taking the packet but when I turned around Drud wasn't there. "he was here just a while ago", I gasped in dilemma. 'Didn't you see him?', I asked the shopkeeper too but he also nodded no. I looked around but he was nowhere. My ground sunk beneath me and I began to run taking his name again and again. He was the only one in the world who used to love me I didn't want to lose him too. "Drud", "Drud", I shouted, I ran here and there but nowhere. It was already an hour since I came to the shop so uncle came there looking for me scolding me throughout the way "I told you to bring just one packet of cigarette and you are playing here on the road', he grabbed my hair "Uncle, please ", I was already too miserable to hold that too, "Please uncle, I am sorry" "come to the home with me, and I will show you what I can do?" "Please, leave me, uncle, Drud is missing, I was searching for him the whole time", I said and he released my hair in shock 'Drud is missing. He was with you, you must have left him in the middle of the road to take revenge with us, don't you', his harsh words were penetrating my heart "How can I do that? he is the most precious thing to me in this world" "so you lost him in the middle", he shouted his heart out, "if you don't find him in the next 20 minutes I will show you the hell', said he and went away from there. I was in the middle of the street utterly humiliated surrounded by peoples within whom some pitied me and some scolded" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wait why the story stopped? Did Cease found Drud or not? What happened to her that she ended up like that? And was all the evidence happening around Cease was the sign that she was cursed? To know that we have to go through chapter 2.