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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 6

Part 6

I shivered as I read this last entry. It shed light on this murder. I now understand the motive of the suspect. And I know now that the diary belonged to him. I looked at my watch. Its almost 11 o’clock in the evening. I immediately ran to the room where you are sleeping.

But, you’re not there.

Even my jacket is gone.

I ran out of the room, searching for you. I searched all the rooms, but you were nowhere to be found. Lots of things kept flashing in my mind like the murderer found you and took you as hostage or you were murdered on the spot. I tried to push these thoughts out of my mind as I tried to find you.

To my relief, I found you leaning at the ledge, staring down below.

Hey, I shouted, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.

You just looked at me, the jacket draped over your shoulders.

Look down, you say.

With some hesitation, I looked down.

I saw two people; one lying on the ground, the other I think is staring at the person on the ground. They were under a large tree. I saw the sky darkening. The clouds were covering up the moon.

Then suddenly, it rained.

It rained so hard; I can hardly see what is going on downstairs. You suggested that we should go down. I agreed. I went back to the room where we stayed and took my overnight bag with me.

It is almost midnight. We madly dash downstairs to the lobby. We are oh so close to solving this crime. When we finally reached the lobby, I never felt so much excited in my whole life. We picked a hidden vantage point in the lobby to hide so that he or she might not see us.

We watched what happened next.

The person continued to stare at the girl’s body. Rain continued to lash in their faces. We watched closely as it placed a flower on the girl’s chest. Then it nodded in deep solemnity as it surveyed the damage done.

Suddenly, the person coughed violently. It vomited a lot of blood. You looked away, not wanting to see what will happen next. I tried to take a closer look. Then the person almost collapsed. It knelt in front of the victim’s face. It bowed down and looked at the face of the one he or she has killed. It stared unblinkingly at the victim’s eyes.

Then it kissed the victim’s cold lips.

After doing so, it collapsed on the victim’s body. It died on the spot.

All these things I have witnessed in my own eyes.

And it haunted me terribly.

(Epilogue at a later release…)