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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?

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

Part 2

As we turn on the lights, we are frozen with the thought that the girl murdered her. Because of so much fear, we had trouble finding the switch. It was rather scary 'coz the girl might return to remove the traces of the crime. Finally, we found a lever and after we pull it, all the lights went on.

We survey the whole area. It was a total mess. Blood littered the walls and the floor. A pocketknife was pierced against the wall. A bunch of blades and taekwondo equipment such as kick pads and shin guards were strewn all over the floor.

We start to walk again as we look for more clues. We decide to enter the rooms.

After minutes of looking around, I hear a shout from you. You find a notebook on the floor. I immediately pick it up and look through it. It seemed like it's a journal of events. A diary. We sit on the floor and began to read.

The first entry is quite blurry…it looked like it was badly smudged. Upon closer inspection, we see that it’s a teardrop. A teardrop? We squint to read the text clearly. This is what we read:

August 4, 2005

As I lay my head on my pillow, you are still in my thoughts…
How could I have not noticed it?
The first time I saw you, I immediately fell in love with you.
Now, whenever I see you, all my troubles seem to fade away…
And my thoughts about you are here to stay…

At the end of the text, there are lines taken from a poem:

“And as the sunlight dim
In the blood-red sky
Your kiss becomes my refuge
And your warmth becomes my salvation…”

-Tears and the Blood Red Sky
By: One-Hit wonder

Judging from the entry, whoever wrote this is passionately in love with someone. It revealed quite a lot the innermost feelings of the writer. But the problem is, we don’t even know who the writer is or even his gender. I guess if we read the diary further, we might be able to get a hint who the author is.
But I wonder…

Is the murderer the author of the diary?

(Part 3 at a later release.)