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Joy! I'm a Creature Banana

Marj/Marjoured/ Glenda. Born on October 11, 1990. Certified Libra. A Fourth year student. Wannabe Atenean, Thomasian, Fighting Maroon, Lasallian. Loner. Misunderstood. Certified Bookworm. Likes all subjects except PHYSICS. Has a distant past. Frequents all the so-called "MASA" places. Has a short temper and one-track mind that goes well together. Word lover, number hater.The so-called "shock absorber" of the class. More?

Disclaimer: This insight by the author is influenced by the different authors she encountered. Please be guided that she does not own any of the said author's stories and poems.

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Prologue

Silence. A roaring silence ensued around the corridor of the abandoned school building. The only things that are audible are the rustling of the wind and the occasional knocking of the windows and doors. These are the only things that bore witness to the crime commited in this place. Shouts. Cries. The sound of feet shuffling as one tries to evade. The sound of blood splashing against the floor as one stabbed the other with a knife. Screaming that echoes through the walls. Let us walk through and see the carnage.

We walk through cautiously, as if someone might see us. The corridor was a mess, as we all might see. There is blood all over the floor and some on the walls. The silence is deafening to the ears. As we look through the rooms, i could have sworn I have seen a pair of blood red eyes staring at me. Well, I think I was just mistaken...

We continue walking. Suddenly, we hear a cry for help. We start to walk briskly. Then we start to run, trying to find where the voice comes from.

We approach the end of the corridor. The sign says, 3rd Year level. We see something lying on the ground. Upon closer inspection, we see it's a body. A body of a person almost half-dead. And oh, it's a girl. We see that she is still alive but barely breathing. She slips in and out of consciousness. She only muttered things such as "Why?" and "Please forgive me..." Suddenly, we hear hurried footsteps. We immediately jump into the nearest table. As we look, we see someone walking towards the body. You immediately react and try to stop the person but I put my hand on your shoulders and you desisted. We watch as the person approached her and we almost made an impatient noise as the person (it reveals that she is a girl!) stands in front of her. She looked down at her victim, who tries to talk but words wouldn't come out. We watch in awe as she put her arms on her and carried her downstairs. We could still hear her footsteps. Soon, they fade away.

We come out of our hiding place. Whew. I say to you. Good Thing we're not seen. You wanted to check out the place very thoroughly. I agree. We switched on the lights. And we surveyed the mess...

(Part 2 later...)