Seraphic of the Dawn ✓

20 | Fallen Child

The professor said I should start whenever I wanted to, and as much as possible, I wanted to end it fast. I closed my eyes and tried what I did earlier; calming myself and concentrating, bringing my consciousness close to nature but… nothing. I felt empty.

Limang minuto yata akong nakatayo doon at nakapikit nang buksan ko ang aking mata.

Tumama ang aking paningin kay Mika at Shinoa na nag aalalang nakatingin sa akin. I felt something warm touched my heart, however, when my gaze roams to the whole room, some of our classmates are secretly laughing at me. Eyes mixed with mockery and those arrogant smirks on their face shows I've become a clown on their sight again.

Then, my eyes found Samara, the transferee, who's watching me with those hawk eyes that she has. Her ocean eyes shone brightly than anyone, however, her expression is kind of odd; dark and annoyed, while watching me struggle in front.

I sighed and nervously looked at our professor. Our impatient professor. My hands are slightly trembling that I only noticed them, the reason why I slowly put them behind the pot, however, my eyes found something beneath the pot!

A white fucking thorn!

Mabilis kong hinanap si Samara at hindi ko alam kung bakit dahil biglang natahimik ang kwarto at mabilis na kumalat ang takot mula sa lahat ng nandito, bukod sa Professor na nagsalita.

“Miss Sy'yski, you couldn't do it?” Hindi ako sumagot, nanatili ang tingin kay Samara, nagtatanong ang mga mata kung bakit nya ito ginagawa, na makikita ang unti-unting paglabas ng ngisi sa kanyang labi, habang sa gilid ay ang Professor na patuloy sa kanyang sermon.

“That simple trick? Even a kid could do that piece of shit!” Dumagundong ang boses nito na dahilan upang mas matahimik ang klase.

Transferring my gaze to those angry green orbs from our impatient Professor, shock replaced her expression as soon my eyes stopped at her. Averting my gaze to found Samara, I speak with truthfulness and the words I'll be asserting shall be nothing but the truth.

“Something's stopping my tree from blooming.”

Mabilis na nagawi ang mga tingin ng mga kaklase sa taong tinititigan ko, na mabilis na napalitan ng sakit ang itsura nito at hindi makapaniwalang tinuro ang kanyang sarili.

“Are you blaming me?” Nanginginig nitong sabi. Dahil doon ay umugong na naman ang panghuhusga sa akin na syang aking inignora at tumingin sa professor namin.

“Everything's allowed since you didn't say any rules aside from letting it bloom, Madame?” magalang kong tanong at hindi ko alam kung bakit sunod-sunod itong tumango.

I have no choice.

As lowering my eyes, my hands found the necklace I wore for today as part of my fashion, before pulling it out from my Black Irregular Zip Grenadine shirt with a red cravat on my neck, which welcomed me a glossy silver cross necklace with a ruby in the middle, shining in crimson that will soon be tainted with blood.

As I placed the sharpest part— the top of its necklace to my opened palm and slowly push it to my skin, the pain was recognized by my parietal lobe, making my face turned sour a little yet quickly composed.

“Miss Sy'yski, this is too much—” Hindi ko pinansin ang guro at nagconcentrate sa ginagawa.

From my injury, thick crimson liquid started dripping towards the pot that suddenly, my tree started drinking.

I know it.

It became part of me from what I did earlier.

Nang tumama palang ang dugo ko sa taas ng maliit na puno na siyang pagkawala ng tinik, ay mabilis na umusbong ang dahon na kahit ako'y napaatras sa gulat, ngunit muling bumalik sa kaninang pwesto. Kaunti lamang ang inilagpas nito sa aking ulo at masaganang masagana ang puno sa dami ng dahon na kulay itim.