CHAPTER 3

6:15 AM

I am almost late, again. The thought of Emerson's peculiar behavior didn't get me to sleep last night. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, it still bugged my mind over night.

Last week, I was supervising the class Emerson is in while doing their activity and when I peeked at his notes, he wasn't doing his notes. He was just doing calligraphies from the lyrics of some songs. Mostly from Linkin Park.

He used to be with his classmates during lunch but now, I always hear him singing while playing his guitar in the garden located at the back of the faculty room.

The other day, I heard him playing the guitar singing Coldplay's Everglow. I have no complaints about his vocals but lately, he's odd.

He reminds me of someone very close to me. His behavior and his eyes. I want to help him, but no, I won't interfere again.

Something is definitely wrong with him but I never dared to asked because I'm afraid. I'm afraid it would happen again. I'm afraid that I might become the slave of my own demons again.

I won't let it happen again.

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Friday, 4:01PM

Everyone is busy with the preparation for the Foundation Week this Monday. Students are allowed to make their booths and food stalls.

Emerson's class decided to have a jail booth but when I visited them, he was nowhere to be found. They said he was absent.

I'm walking towards the Principal's office. He said he has some things that needs to be discussed with me regarding the Foundation Week.

I was taken aback when I passed Emerson's classroom. I took two steps backward to confirm what I saw.

Unfortunately, what I saw was right.