CHAPTER 4

3:34 PM

I've heard the news. Emerson was found dead in their house. There were no further police investigations since it is a suicide case.

It was his father who found him hanged in the ceiling first. Then, it was their neighbor who called the police. They found the suicide note in his pockets saying, "I'm sorry, I tried."

That afternoon I went to their classroom to asked what's happening, their class adviser told me about Emerson's death.

Ali, Emerson's seatmate and the closest girl to him in their class, hurriedly embraced me and cried hard.

My mind was blank during that time. I didn't even know I was staring at nothing and didn't even felt the warm tears rolling down my cheeks.

I pushed Ali lightly and hurriedly went to the faculty room. It was a good thing no one was there. I cried my self so hard. I am completely devastated and disoriented. My face has became dull and expressionless. This is what I'm afraid of.

It happened again. My demons were awakened.

I don't know what to do. I'm not planning to make actions though. No matter how hard I tried to erase the memories, it keeps on bugging me million times. Flashbacks are now playing making me weaker, making me sad and distracted.

It's all coming back to me.