Tears. Sadness. Grief. These emotions felt so raw and naked; it felt real and at the same time it felt like were in a sempeternal dream; an endless nightmare to be exact. That was the day the students of class 3-E would never forget: the memories of our dead teacher.
I can still remember it clearly. Like a vivid and fresh picture. A picture that you want to burn along with all of your hopes, and as well as the old you. If we can only delete memories.
I can still remember; how we shackled our dear teacher like a cage that was meant to tame a beast down into the abyss, the horrible sound of metal being struck at someone's flesh, and the lugubrious scream, wailing, and cries of pain and agony as we watch his form dispate in the air. Golden specks of light floated higher beyond our reach. Not that we even tried to hold on. We let him go because we know it was for the best.
“Goodbye.”
No matter how we may try to look at it--words of farewell were not enough to soothe the pain we felt. It won't be enough to ease the grief, fear and sadness they will feel the moment you start to tear their wings and hopes from them. It never was.
“Please, I am begging! I still have a family to raise! Please, spare me.”
And no matter how you try to convince yourself that humans are capable of destroying their inner demons; the truth remains the same. The more we keep fighting, the more we keep drowning ourselves without even realizing it.
“Family? Eh, what's that?”
A pair of tryian purple orbs glimmered with amusement as her gaze landed on the man's weeping face. The sheila maiden grinned as she saw her victim trembled beneath her like an insect waiting to be crushed.
“You have my deepest sympathy. But I am just doing my job, so it's nothing personal.”
She smirked. An overwhelming sensation feel upon her as she glance at her victim's tears watering the cold hard ground. His eyes widened, feeling helpless the moment the damsel pointed her gun at his head.
“Don't worry, I'll make sure to deliver your corpse infront of your house after I fill your body with holes.”
He tried to scream but the sound of gunshots made it for him. Ten shots in the head was enough to make a hole on his brain, yet the lassie didn't stop there. She was just starting to have some fun.
“The stench smell of death around the corner! Oh my, you're driving me crazy!”
She laughed. Feeling happy and satisfied after seeing the result. She smiled when she saw the marred body of her victim; countless holes were etched on his body, broken limbs, twitching arms and legs, and the rudy and thick liquid painted the ground as he laid there--lifeless and cold.
“I wish I can play with you more--but I still have more toys to play with. They are interesting and fun as hell! Perhaps, one of them is watching us. I bet he wants to play right now!” she giggled, turning her back to take a look at her uninvited guest.
“Say, Karma-kun! Would you like to play with me?”
But the red head named Karma looked at her with his dull and empty mercury orbs. Clenching his fist as he looked at the lassie's poor state.
What happened to that shy and quiet nerd he once knew? What happened to you, Manami Okuda?
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