“How foolish…” I mumbled my favorite line, watching everyone be an idiot about a simple blackout and a storm.
As they were running around the classroom and panicking, an image caught my eye making me snap out of my deep thoughts. With wide eyes and unstable breathing, I stare at her figure, sitting on her usual desk, she caught me staring at her causing my heart to sank deep down. I thought she would be mad at me or worse try to harm me, but instead, she showed a thin smile with her eyes almost closed. The smile she always show me whenever I help her in her problems.
Why are you smiling at me?
I did something horrible to you…
“Young ji” I mumbled, making everyone stop and look at me “its… Young ji” I mumbled again, staring at the empty space where she was just now.
She suddenly disappeared like a the wind, as if she was carried away. Almost as if, she was only a spirit who had return to do what she had to do.
It started to pour really hard, the pitter patter sound of it was deafening to our ears since it was too loud. Strong winds even made the windows burst open so we had to put some things over it to keep it closed, and the swooshing sound it makes kinda made our state worse.
“Calm down everyone, I think the storm will be over later so stay still as we try to contact the polices to make you reach your home safe.” Our homeroom teacher said, pulling out his phone and dialing the number of the police station.
“You mean were staying here until night?!” Fei yelled in frustration, I looked at my watch and its currently 6pm. “I have an appointment with someone!”
“It’s for your own safety, I don’t want any of my students getting washed off by the flood and ended up floating lifeless on rivers.” He answered, quite the plan he has. It’s better to stay here than dying outside.
“That’s a good idea sir” I exclaimed “We should stay, considering the circumstance it is better to remain here until the authorities arrived to escort us to our homes safe and sound.” I looked at everyone and they were reluctant to agree.
“Excuse me?” Fei scoffed as she stood up, crossing her arms while sending death glares at me. “If you want to stay then stay, I’m not gonna wait my ass here until this school gets washed away.” She was about to walk out of the classroom but Hyemi suddenly appeared at the doorway, soaked and wet from the rain.
“What happened? Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to the hospital?” Jina asked, staring at Hyemi all soaked and filthy.
“The storm is too strong I can’t even see anything outside except for fogs and rain” She muttered and we all looked outside to see nothing but darkness. As if the windows were covered in black papers, and our only source of light is the emergency flashlights and our phones, if we’re lucky, a lightning would occur that would lighten up the whole room for split seconds.
“Oh shit, my phone is almost out of battery.” Joon said as he annoyingly threw his phone back in his bag and leaned on his chair, putting his hand above his head as a pillow.
“We better save power before it runs out. We don’t know how many hours we’ll stay here.” I suggested, and everyone nodded their head at me for the first time.
The storm outside is dreadful. Loud roars of thunder and lightning are all you can hear and some of my classmate’s mumbles and scared cries.
It is quite inconvenient, but we have no choice but to wait for the storm to end.
“Umm… I want to go to the restroom.” Irene sheepishly said, breaking the silence and raising her arm politely.
“It’s dangerous to go alone, take Hana with you and keep your phones close to you.” I suggested, as Hana willingly went to Irene’s direction.
“Umm, thank you Yooma.” She showed a shy smile at me, and went out of the room while clinging unto Hana’s hand.
After that, the silence enveloped the whole room once again. We remained on our seats, not daring to speak and hoping for the time the storm stops. We waited and waited but it seems like this weather is not gonna listen to us, this storm looks like it’ll be here until morning.
“Hey, what happened to the two who went in the restroom? It’s been fifteen minutes already.” Our homeroom teacher asked, looking all tensed and worried.
“Hey, relax Mr Chan. Girls always takes so much time in the restroom.” Joon said from his seat at the back row, earning nods from the other boys.
But still, our teacher is not convinced and left the room to look for the other two, giving the authority to our PE teacher to look over us in the meantime.
I was about to say something but the two girls suddenly entered the classroom, making everyone’s eyes land on them with confusion.
Hana was crying as she grip onto her phone, while Irene was patting her back, trying to comfort her.
“What happened? Are you hurt? Did you see Mr Chan on your way here?” The PE teacher drowned them with questions as he walked towards them.
“Her boyfriend called her” Irene remarked, looking all sad and empathetic “They broke up.”
“Okay okay, let’s talk about that tomorrow. For now, worry about your safety.” The teacher made the two of them go back to their seat while I was observing the two of them.
Hana quietly sat down, still sobbing and wiping her tears. And as I glance at Irene, I saw a smirk plastered on her face before returning to her usual shy expression.
“Hmm…” I uttered, gazing at the two of them who was just sitting beside each other.
We waited for another five minutes, only hearing the sound of the storm violently trying to make our school crumble into pieces.
“Ugh… Ack…” Hana once again broke the silence around us with her unusual gasps as if she was having a hard time breathing. “He…Help.. me” She mumbled and I immediately rose to my seat and ran to her direction.
“Are you okay?” I asked, putting my hands over her shoulder and lifting her head up so I can take a look at her face.
But I was horrified as I saw her two black eyes, as in everything was black. Not a single trace of white left, I have never heard of an attack like this that affects the color of the eyes.
“What’s happening?!” The PE teacher, ran over to us but before he could even come close, Hana suddenly stood up and slapped Irene hard on the face making all of us drop our jaw in shock.
“Umm… isn’t she just having a seizure 10 seconds ago?” Kelly interjected, stepping away from her and hiding behind Minho’s back.
“Ack! How dare you!” Irene suddenly yelled, fuming in anger as she tried to fight back but Hana swiftly kicked her chest, stepping on her stomach to restrain Irene.
Everyone around them backed away instead of stopping them, they even managed to pull out their phones and film Irene’s miserable state right now.
“I’ve always wanted to do that!” Hana yelled in a somewhat different and cheerful tone, and this time, putting her hands around Irene’s neck and choking her to death.
“Stop it! Both of you!” The teacher seperates them using both his hands.
“Hana!” He looked at her, and yelled “You’re the class president! What are you trying to do?!”
“Oh dear, the class president hurting an innocent student. This one’s a juicy story.” Joon chuckled, everyone agreeing as they continue filming.
How foolish of them, they have nothing else to do but just make fun of others.
That’s what everyone here do anyway, they want to hear and spread nasty rumors to make the person involved, suffer. They want to trample and step on them just for fun, watching them take their own lives is like their only hobby.
If you step in front and try to protect the people who were being bullied you’ll be added on their list and will also be bullied and it will never end, its either remain being bullied for the rest of your school year or just commit suicide. Simple as that.
Funny that even the teachers encourage bullying because they believe that it will serve as a motivation to study hard or something, more like a motivation to commit suicide.
That’s why everyone feigned ignorance on how this school works, everyone acted like nothing ever happened. Like nobody died because of them.
“If this storm is over, you two are going to have a long fine talk with me in the principal’s offi-“The teacher got interrupted by a loud thunder which made us all cower and cover our ears by it’s loudness.
“The storm is getting strong!” Joon yelled, looking outside the window to see nothing but just black, like we’re not looking through a window anymore and just staring at a wall painted with black colors.
“No shit Sherlock!” Another student managed to yell a pun, despite the panicking state of everyone.
“Stay calm everyone” The teacher tried to calm us again, but no one is listening to him speak.
“Nobody’s gonna listen to an old hag like you!” Fei yelled, cowering under her desk.
“Why you-” The teacher looked pissed but his sentence got cut off by a loud lightning that hit perfectly at our classroom, causing everyone to ran out the room. Pushing each other and even stepping on the one’s who tripped and landed on the floor just so they’re not harmed.
“GET OUT OF THE WAAY!!!”
They screamed, still making their way out of the doorway which is currently crowded.
They are all panicking that they didn’t notice the teacher’s dead body and some other students who were unfortunate and got struck by the lightning, making their bodies cut into bits. There was a mess of blood and entrails on the floor as if someone played with a bucket of blood and body parts and scattered it everywhere.
I just stood there frozen in place, unable to move from what I just saw.
There, at the back of the room. Standing still and watching everyone pitifully try to exit the room, Young Ji appeared once again. And this time, she looked back at me, raising her right hand telling me to reach for it.
Whenever she’s around, I feel so at ease and calm. At this moment, I just want to cling to her and cry my eyes out for missing her so much and apologize for everything that I have done to her.
I want to be with her already…
I slowly walked towards her not even blinking and kept my gaze locked on her stunningly beautiful figure, at this point I have no idea what I was doing. All I know is that I was walking towards my best friend who I longed for so long.
My hand were inches apart from hers, I could almost feel her warmth passing it to mine. As if a strong force was s—–g my life away as I got close to her.