"I'm Candace"

Chapter One

Busy trains. Busy people. Business... business everywhere around the city streets. GATES, ROADS, CLOCKS, WALKING, eyeeeeeeeees... Yes... yes... the eyes are the hardest part to come by. They dart around like if they're going mad in the skull, to watch everything like a sped-up movie. It goes... way too fast. Way too fast. Day-by-day. I'm Candace! I'm so glad to meet your acquaintance in writing! I'm a tender soul, a slightly rich young asian girl in the middle of the city-life. Currently, I am 21 years old in 2025. I work part-time as a secretary, and plan to marry well. Currently, I'm dating another rich asian guy I just met online, but he lives further away from where I do. When I finally marry him, my life will be set!! So, right now I'm actually on a train. I have a bit of anxiousness around others, so I try to be calm when it's full, and packed to the brim like a sardine can! I keep my fingers on my cheek, sometimes the other cheek, and pat gently. I rarely make eye-contact, because then they might try to talk to me. I'm not one to want to talk to strangers. They just want me for my girl-ish looks, but I'm a woman now. And busy, too. I don't have time to waste. Heels clapping against floor like a clattering mess of dancing, I strutted out of that old thing the fastest I could, and then climbed up row after row of stairs to get some fresh air. I was almost at my destination... but it's a secret one! I can't write about it here. If I did, I might actually find myself in some serious trouble! I shouldn't even be writing this... I'm not even going to write the city name, for christ's sakes! If you're reading still, just get used to the anonymity, ok? So, as I was saying, I had an appointment set up somewhere else. Coming out of the underground subway, it was still a bit far. I had to walk the rest of my way there... but it was worth it in the end. I eventually went in, sat down... and waited for the other client to finish their procedure. While doing so, I took out my phone again and scrolled through the gallery to see all my beautiful, beautiful pictures. There were all kinds of pictures of me, pictures of my family... our vacations together... just so, so many things. It was certainly a rush of nostalgia to view again. I was previously viewing them on the train, too... but once I reached my destination, I knew I had to pause, and get off. Soooo...! I managed! I went through with my appointment, and it was really, really fun! It was super interesting to actually hear from the expert some tips to extend my beauty. A pretty white face, with black locks and stunning bodily features that could even make queens from past eras give me a 'dirty look'. Stepping out from that place, heels still clicking against the pavement, I never felt more happy to be alive! And, later that day, I got home, and called up my boyfriend to celebrate. He was worried because I hadn't called him in a while. I wrote back quickly, like I'm writing fast now. As a secretary, I've learned that it's not good to waste time at all. When you have the opportunity to do the job, you get it done. So anyway... we talked and talked, and I managed to soothe his worries by telling him I would be available for a ROOMCALL later, not too far from the time we were talking. And of course, he agreed to me! So, I linked my phone, put on the headset, and lights on, lights off, it didn't take too long to connect at all! I'm trying to write this at separate times and bundle it into one, big story for you about my life! But... to put it briefly, we did have a fun time, as per usual. Why wouldn't we? Hands on hips... lips meeting his... begging for more... Although such a simulation was still a work-in-progress, I could feel the emotions we have transfer into my real body, especially my rosy, red cheeks. They became rosier with each action... and it was the perfect romance I could ask for. Sadly though... he noticed something that quite upset me. God, I don't even want to write it here... but basically, he thought my 'mouth felt different.', during the ends of our play. It shocked me, and sent a chill down my spine. I had to push him away slowly, and I'm not sure if he liked that... but he seemed to understand why such a comment was rude, and flat-out disrespectful. You don't say those kinds of things to women, especially those like me. We feed on compliments; it's the only true way to get into a girl's heart. So... I had to end it shortly afterwards. Short and sweet, we exchanged our goodbyes for the night, and disconnected, going our separate ways. Flat out laying on my bed at night-time, the silky thing wrapped against my naked feet and body like a comforting sensation, covers curling against my breasts. I stayed like this for a while, then... just the bed, and me. It was the silence that attracted me, and the softness that kept me hush. Except... when I heard the phone RING...! RING...! RING...! I wondered... why? Why interrupt me as I was about to slumber? Who could be so wickedly be-witched at such a late, grave time of the night to be calling like this? Regrettably, I picked up the phone from the stand where I left it, not bothering to put on the lights... and what it read... made me die inside. I shivered so quietly. A New Zealand caller, and from the looks of it... no, that couldn't be my number! That made absolutely no sense! But... curiosity unnerved me even further, and a slightly trembling finger sent the green into an accepted call. They paused on the line, then spoke. I just listened. "Hello, my name is Candace Hyier Lam, and I believe you have something of mine. My phone. I will be ready to contact the authorities if you do not comply, so please tell me when I can get my phone ba—" Red. RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED, RED. The call ended, but not the first time I pressed on it hard. It took longer than I expected... a phone of mine is supposed to be fast. The shivering I had... was replaced with a restless, concerningly scarlet anger, and such, such confusion. WHO WAS THIS GIRL? I don't wish to write like this, as if I'm shouting, but... who was this girl... that carried my name? Carried a similar voice, to me? Spoke in a similar manner? WHO was this?! Outraged beyond belief, I immediately blocked them, stammering on words like if I was suddenly foaming from the mouth, and went into the bathroom. I locked the door hastily, turned on the lights, and looked in the mirror for further, swift confirmation. Why... why was I suddenly living in a horror movie? I'm Candace! I'm not dead! ME, ME, ME! I'm Candace! I'm... Candace. My face, my face right there, in the mirror, proves that I am me. I, am Candace. The orange, soft light against the reflective looking-glass DOES NOT LIE. Then... why does this unsettle me so? My soul is shaken, my hands even shakier, my nails... my long, decorated nails are clipping to my skin like needles, red, oozing blood seeping from the digging sensations...! I'M DIGGING DEEP I'M DIGGING DEEP I'M DIGGING DEEP I'M DIGGING DEEP No... I stood there and cried. My heavy elbow stuck in the sink, to hold up my distraught head from falling, and hitting myself unconscious from the drop. I didn't want to fall. I AM CANDACE. I... am Candace. I am Candace. Laughing came all the way back to my mouth, like screaming. I wouldn't let an imposter get to me; I never let anything get to me. I would show them... whatever nightmare this was... whatever devil they spawned from. I, would be the one to show them the TRUTHS of reality, for mocking MY name, and trying to take it for their own. Because... I'm Candace. And the game begins now.