LACE (unfinished short novel)

"I've got lots to talk about with you.", Lucy almost whispered her last words in grief. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and she began to wipe them off with her laced-hankie. The weather was cold and there's nothing much to ponder about the streets. She gazed at nowhere then turned back to me.

"It's such a wonderful day isn't it?", i tried coping with her current mood but it never worked.

"It was he who did all of those."

"Sorry, what?", I almost felt the chill down my spine and it made my body numb. I feel like i'm talking to a senseless person and that i should run away instead and ignore her. 

"It's bothersome you know, that I'm making you uncomfortable today. I have to go. ", she put her hankie back in her pocket and started to walk towards the dimming horizon. 

It was such a creep seeing her like that. I did not like the feeling because I know there's something she's trying to say but can't. As if something's, no, someone's making her feel taken a back and deprived to do so. I wish i could just understand her. 

"what a senseless person. she's gone crazy.", i thought to myself. I headed back home.

There were series of arsons along my neighborhood but it did not bother me a bit. I believe that it's such a very little thing to be bothered of these days. I pulled the door open and sat on the couch for awhile. 

"What was it that i'm going to do?"

I grabbed some papers under the table in front of me. I have works to do but for some reason, my eyes closed and i fell asleep.

My eyes were half-open. The whole room is dark and there was a strange smell exuding from the kitchen. I felt hot, as if i'm burning. I tried to open them wide and i saw that smoke began to fill up the living room. I tried to calm myself but the image of fire embedded fear deep  inside my nerves. I was trying to decide which stuff should i save, or for good, just run away outside and be safe. I grabbed my bag and the paperworks. I headed out the burning house and into the crowd. The firemen were late. Not one bit was left from my house save the little bits of glass that were once windows of my little abode. I tried not to care when I saw the image of Lucy standing not too far from me but she approached me and patted my shoulder for sympathy. It's such a shame that I thought she's silly.

"I feel sorry for you Emily.", Lucy escorted me inside her house. "That you have to suffer like this. If i.."

"If i--what?"

"If i had the time to stop him."

"stop him from what?"

"from doing it.."

"doing what? i don't understand you.."

"him, you know him! It's Fred!"

I tried to stay calm for awhile. 

"But what made you disabled from doing so?"

"it was my son. He promised that he will give him back to me if i keep my mouth shut."

"for god's sake Lu! i don't really understand you!"

"I just need your help okay! There's nothing I can do about it!"

"The cops?"

"Fred has his neck. I can't do anything about it. If i tell them all about it, he would kill him."

"I see. But what now?"

"He's got eyes. I don't know. My god don't ask me that!"

she has gone totally insane. Her shoulders began to shrug as she cried her life out.