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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...

Epilogue

The rain stopped. The clouds cleared up and the moon is visible again. The only sounds that could be heard are the chirping of crickets and the occasional rustling of the wind. It is over. The damage is done. There is no way to reverse it.

I walk out of my hiding place. You are so scared about what had just transpired, you fell asleep by my side. I start to walk towards the two corpses. When I reached the spot, I can only do nothing but stare at how fate has caused this tragedy. It is 1 o’clock in the morning. I should be at home, sleeping. Instead, I am here shedding some light into this case.

I walked to where the bodies are. And after much hesitation, I carefully turned over the body of the murderer and laid it beside the victim. This deed alone is enough to make one sick. I checked their heartbeat. It stopped already. They are no longer breathing. I declared them officially dead. I really hate myself so much, it makes me sick. I know that I should’ve done something. Instead, I just waited for death to ravage them and take their lives away.

Upon closer inspection, the murderer is a girl.

My suspicions were correct.

But it is too late.

I pounded my fist on the ground. I continued this until my fists were bleeding. I really blame myself for what had happened. Suddenly, I felt a hand gripping my shoulder.

Your hand.

Don’t blame yourself, you say, it’s not your fault.

I was so overcome with grief, I did not answer.

Shall we call your father? You ask.

I looked at you intently. Then slowly, I nodded.

You get your cell phone and dialed the number of the police station. I took no notice.

When suddenly, I remembered the diary.

I frantically scanned all the pages. It doesn’t matter what I might find but all I want to do is find something.

Another entry? This entry was not here before, I thought.

But, I said to myself, maybe I overlooked it.

I read this very last entry with trembling hands. It seemed like it was hurriedly scrawled into the diary, that’s why it has a big chance of being overlooked.

April 2, 2006

Just came from the doctor. Not really a bearer of good news. I contracted TB and worse of all, since it has been years since I last saw a doctor so complications developed. The doctors predicted I might die anytime if symptoms worsened.

Well, I got to carry on with my plan.

This is the only way I can think of.

To be with you until the end.

Thank you for coming into my life.

Goodbye.

As you shed your tears, don’t ever look back…

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