Origami-Heart. Part 2: The Bad.

Part 1: The Good – click here


Rida touched the dough: it will be cider cupcakes with pureed warm apple filling and cinnamon buttercream. Ensam was busy with the gallons of frosting and coloured sugar. She have tried to ask him why he blood-cried at the bridge, but each time something stopped her. Maybe the fear. She was really happy to get an invitation to the Origami village. She never been inside. If you aren’t interested to become one of the Origami – you aren’t allowed to go over the bridge. Her dad have done it once and that bravery cost them a lot of money, because the chief of the local police department have been a great friend of Ensam’s father.

– Usually I bake them alone. What is your favourite flavour, Rida?
– Ummm, I like all of them.
– Haha, there are probably over 100 different kinds…you can’t like all of everything.
– Vanilla?

Ensam bent his body to get more paper-cups and added:
– My mom baked the best vanilla cupcakes.
– I always thought there’s only you and your dad.

No answer.

The first Origami-members arrived in Cape May almost seven years ago. And Rida was sure she never seen George’s wife. George is Ensam’s dad, the most famous and the most powerful man of Cape May. When George have stepped on the Cape May’s land then their peace became ‘worry’. There’re gossips in the town, that George controls a sizeable network of illegal drug trade on the south coast. But Rida’s dad think that Origami even worse…

– Well, I thought everyone knew. My mom is the real Origami-Heart, – Ensam stared at the dough.

Rida waited.. Should she say a prayer or something? Or make some sort of gesture to mark ‘Oh sorry, Ensam, I understand’. 
People says the silence can be seen either as the absence of noise, or as the space in which sound exists, just as inner stillness can be seen as the absence of thought, or the space in which thoughts are perceived. But for Rida the silence is like a bottomless well, full of tension. Or the sensation of terror. Or a fiery darkness.

– I thought you are the real Origami too.
– No, – the boy smiled, – to become Origami-Heart you have to sacrifice…everything.
Rida echoed: ‘Everything?’
– Yes, the book of Old Ori says: ‘…only when you’ll give away your breath – you’ll see how Good your heart is’.
– It does sounds like death. Scary.
– To be free is scary, I guess.

The silence can be a sign of the danger as well. Amigos, don’t feed your silence with the doubt, but with the intense light!

– Hey, look, let’s free those cupcakes! – and the sweet feast began.


It was her lucky day. Again. Only this time she was inside of the Main Origami house. Rida went up the marble staircase, checking all the doors and peering into the rooms that looked plain and lifeless. 
The cabinet. Human voices. She opened the door, but found no sign of people. Who is talking? There were pictures, a lot of boxes, wood table with a very shiny green surface, couple of computers and a big walnut on the floor. Close to the wall she saw an empty bookshelf, full of dust, with one book on it: ‘Old Ori’. When male voice behind the bookshelf said: ‘A bullet cures most things, Maria’, Rida jumped, taken by surprise.

Pause. And then the voice continued:

‘There’s a room under the bridge where my Big Ori going to fuck your brains out if you won’t do as I told you.’
Female voice cried.
‘You didn’t want it when you had it. Now look at him, give him your warmest smile.’

Rida was frozen with fear. Yes, now she knew how it feels – the terror and the panic: sweaty palms of the hands, a numbness in the pit of the stomach and queasiness. She felt as if she was being attacked by a wild animal. The name of the animal was George.

‘Open your mouth and taste – how good Origami is.

Rida have grabbed the book from the shelf and ran out of the room.


Paul is the next-door annoying neighbour. If you don’t have your own annoying neighbour, then you can borrow Paul from Rida.

The Paul’s lexicon is limited. As well as his brain.

– I’ll give your 20 bucks for sucking my dick, Rida, – he touched her hair. Rida didn’t hear him approaching.
– I’m 14.
– Jesus. So?
– Do you want me to pass this message to my dad?
– Just a very brief invitation. Come on. Tomorrow the price gotta get higher…

Rida looked at him for a few seconds, then laughed:
– Don’t you get bored when girls sucking your schmon again and again?
– Schmon? Haha. No way! You can do it in different ways every day. One day you can do it on the beach when people are watching. Another day you could do it on Rida’s bed. Yeah. Guilty, girl. Been there – done that. Do it every day for 30 days and I bet your life will change unrecognisably. Haha.

The phone rang. Paul answered:
– Where the fuck are you? You are playing destiny…
– You name it – I have it. I have literally no interest in meeting you after waiting for at least three hours.

An afternoon spent poring through the mind of Paul is the lost time.


She was alone in the bedroom. Her dad, David, left with Claudia: restaurant, sex, dawn. Rida opened the Ori-book on the random page:

1. You live and you breathe; but if things aren’t going well, hear this and be happy.
2. Origami will meet your desires more than halfway, Origami will free you from your anxious fears.
3. Look at us, give us your warmest smile. Never hide your feelings from us.
4. When you are desperate, Origami-heart sets up a circle of protection around you, so pray. And die. Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see – how good your Heart is…’

‘Protection? Behind the bookshelf? Or under the bridge?’ – Rida sat in silence, feeling desperate.

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Victoria Ray NB View All →

Living in Sweden. Awesome. Happy. Writing. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Drawing. Meditation/Yoga.

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