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To My Readers,

This post might surprise a lot of you. And just like my other works, I will take responsibility of the consequences.

All of us are shaken of the happenings in our school. I, too, shared the same feeling with you. They were our colleagues, our classmates, our friends…but despite all the efforts, we still don’t have the answers.

Who is the killer? Why is he doing this?

At first I had thoughts like revenge, or greed for fame. But it is much simpler than those. Simpler but makes a lot more sense. His mind works differently. He sees things that most of us couldn’t or bother see. Unfairness..wrongdoings..lies..sins..weaknesses..He put justice in his hand. He corrected them with his ways. He eliminated the undeserving. He wanted them gone.

He’s part of our system. He’s our classmate. He’s our friend. He’s my friend.

I had my speculations before but I was blinded by affection. And until now I feel the same. I’m still trying to understand him, his reasons, and his purpose but thinking about the smiles, the dreams, the lives he took, I couldn’t remain silent.

Unlike my old posts, I would no longer put a question mark to the identity to which this article refer to. I will put a name and hope that it will end here. That everything will be back to how it used to be. Even though I know it will be difficult, and a bit impossible.

HE is

He paused midway from typing the first letter of a name as he felt odd around him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as chills travelled throughout his body until it reaches the tips of his fingers hanging over the computer’s keyboard. He moved his head slightly to the sides checking for anything that made him stop. He inhaled a nervous breath as he found the dark computer room still empty except the sole lighted monitor and himself.

He ran his shaking hand through the soft fringes of his short black hair wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead in the process. He hovered over his fingers on the black square keys, fully determined about the decision he just made couple of hours ago.

“didn’t I told you to not involve yourself in this?” And the frightening chill crawled faster back to his nape as the feeling a while ago became more real. The hot air blowing just inches from his ears made him froze literally.

“tsk tsk. You’re gonna expose everything” His voice was cold, the complete opposite of the person he met that ‘first time’. “you’re letting them know the truth. I thought we’re friends”

He wanted to speak but his voice got caught up on his throat. His own fear eating him up as he continued to stare at the blinking cursor on the screen. Just a little time and he would have typed it, sent it for the world to know. But no, he’s trapped between the ­­­truth and death.

“I know that you..already know it’s me. But I took pity on you since you became a great help to me. And I see no reason to..do it” Heavy hands planted flat on his shoulders and he could actually felt the air coming from the other. He dared to turn but again he was scared. “I was to let you out of this. let you..live..but..this. Letting you live is no longer..an option”

He closed his eyes. He knew he’s going to die. The venom on the other’s voice is telling him that it is for certain. He’s not ready yet. After all these years, his life is full of uncertainties, an unclear path. He didn’t know what’s important to him, what he wanted to do or the direction he shall take and it never bothered him. But as the ticks of his clock became louder and evident, it came flooding to him. His dreams, his family, his future.  They say those facing death often have an unusually clear perspective on what is truly important in life, a clear vision of what they want.

It is true.  

“You’re going to kill me too..like what you did with the others..” He was able to say despite the trembling of his lips. Hot tears flowed down from his closed eyes. “they are your friends, too..how can you”

A manic laugh came out of the boy behind him, his one hand slapping on the area on his shoulder and there he felt the cold metal on his grip. a knife.

“they are not my friends..they are more like..entertainment..hmm..they don’t deserve to live..they’re stealing air that is much deserve by others..a wonderful spot in time that should have been mine..his..or others..they’re sinners..they’re nothing but masked fools who are hiding their true faces in the world..afraid..and weak…they are ”

 He felt a sharp tip against his skin. He trapped his lower lip between teeth, biting it hard until he tasted the copper of his own blood.

“..and so are you.”

And just like that, he didn’t even felt the pain. It happened in a flash and before his mind could register anything, he found himself fallen on the floor his hand grasping tightly on the slit the blade created on his neck, as he kept on gasping for air. His sight was blurry as he situated them on the figure who took his spot on the swiveling chair he was in before. It was a smudge but he could see the grin plastered on the boy’s lips as his eyes focused on the computer screen, definitely deleting every word he typed. He didn’t feel any pain but he could feel his life slowly slipping away. They say your past memories will flash through your mind in your dying hour, but it was all lie. All his mind had is the future he will never ever see. His dreams shattering into pieces as he took in his last few breaths.

Before he totally shut off, he felt cold fingers lingering on his cheeks, soft and gentle and eyes that looked at him with compassion, and the words that would be his last..

“..it’s over”

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