2. Silent
"Beth Mctrevor?" Mrs Julien called the names just like always. Annoying. Casual. "Yes, im here" she answer. "Rani Samuel?". Yes. Yes. Yes.
All the boys and girls took a seat at their own position, Adam seat at third rows from the back besides the windows, for some reason he wants to be silhouette. Sit still with his book never flew from him. Somehow that morning gives him butterfly in the stomach, feeling queasy, his body chill with soft icy winter that flowed the class from the outside. He noticed something from his sight, he couldn't even bother to blinked once. Outside, the garden that illuminates the school in more calmly and soothingly. The garden filled with golden and violet leaves that been covered the dirt below, dead branches for the birds, black soil and dirt all around. but there is something interesting about this garden, there is a dead rotten red hair girl. Hanging up side down, tide with the tiny little pieces of root above. Naked. No blood. No name. Adam just kept watching, and watching... until...
"Adam Tierman?" she call. Once. Twice. "uh, Yeah. Yes..." Adam recalled. Please, please, please... no need to look at me, get your own life... Urgh!!!. The class start when Mrs Julien called the last name ahead. Asian History and Society. Japan, Sri Lanka, Malaysia. Read. Remember. He kept his head down, his stomach still feeling queasy still remembering the dream, the thought that he had. What? why? why? why? he just kept portraying the images that he saw in his mind, keep questioning, keep looking. He start to sweats. His breath high and low. his heartbeat rushing, he could feel his mind starting to explode.
"Are you okay?" angelic whispering. Adam felt little bit shock. "yeah, yeah... I just.. Im fine... really..." he answer. He just need to know who is that girl. He just kept looking down. Deep breath. In and out. He slightly turned his face to the girl direction, she was beautiful, angelic face devil body, he is the same girl in his mind. The dead one. Red hair. Adam felt shiver. Cold inside out. Heat through his vein. He taste his lips, wet. Dropping to his hand. Red. Everything was silent. Blur. Dark. Silent.
to be continue...
A.R.R by R.A
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