Do I know them? the thought came out of my mind. I just recently had someone who I could call a friend, of course, I have no idea who are they.
I do know them. I couldn't tell, my memories were pretty fuzzy.
Surely, they weren't from my class, I heard nothing about tho such things in my class, probably they have no idea about this incident either.
So do I know them?
No, I don't know them, but why I couldn't say it? as though something preventing me to state it, it couldn't come out of my mouth.
Hannah Lara's gaze wasn't on me instead it was focused on the stain on the ground.
"They were brutally murdered by dozens of people, hey ¿¿¿¿, tell me—do you know who are they?" she said nonchalantly.
I remained silent, without making any noises I was frozen on my feet. Looking back at the bloodstains, it resembles the shape of the student, one was lying on the ground with more blood on the head part, while the other one was like leaning on the wall.
"I-I don't know t-them" I stuttered but finally I said those words, But still the burning inside my chest wasn't gone, instead it kept getting hotter than before.
Is it what they called heartburn?
No, it quite different than that.
It's burning, at the same time, it's too heavy.
Hannah Lara hasn't said a word for a minute, even if I already answered her question. Looking back at me, she has a straight face and eyes that I couldn't read, I couldn't read her thoughts even though I was looking straight at her.
It wasn't like I can read minds.
It's was just her face was like a piece of white paper without anything written on it, her eyes were just kept pulling me whenever I tried to dig her thoughts.
Now that was said, now that I mentioned it, how come the only colors I could see in this world were her eyes.
The first time that I met her, I already could see the colors of her eyes.
They said the eyes were the mirror of the soul and reflect everything that seems to be hidden, but why? every time I looked into her eyes there was nothing in there. Even my reflection wasn't in there.
Is that normal?
Or I was just too exaggerated.
There was nothing in there, not a single soul. she could read me like an open book and she already knew most of my secrets, but I knew nothing about her, her family, social life, everything.
Her eyes, I felt it was pulling me inside it whenever I looked at it, as though it was devouring everything that it sees.
"You have no idea who are they?"
"Yes," I answered.
She took her last glance at the crime scene before she stepped away, I watched her walking away from me, my feet felt so heavy that I couldn't even pull them from the ground.
Looking downwards at my feet, I startled—no, I was terrified and it made me fell to the ground.
Crimson red.
I hadn't noticed that there was blood flowing on my feet and I was stood on it as though I was standing on the blood's surface, seeing my reflection on it.
I felt a sticky feeling on my hands—at the same time, it was warm. From the wrist to the end of my finger, and from my elbow to the end of my finger, both were covered in blood that I couldn't help myself but scream.
What is this?
Illusion?
No, I could feel it—this disgusting feeling as if my arms were covered in warm and dense fluid.
'Please, save me...'
A voice, it was a scream begging for me to help her. This voice belonged to Hannah Lara but she was standing right in front of me without her mouth moving.
So it wasn't from her.
But it was her.
I couldn't understand, I don't want to hear this.
But why did she was just standing there looking down at me? can't she see the blood flowing on the ground? or I was the only one who could see it.
There's no doubt, I was the only one who could see it.
But why did she was looking like that at me? she was looking down at me, without a shade of worriedness on her face.
'Please, save me...'
The scream turned louder and louder, and it made me covered my ears—didn't bother by the blood on my hands.
Then it stopped.
It was gone.
As if nothing happened, the scream was now gone.
"Hey, ¿¿¿¿" I looked at her after she called my name, Hannah Lara was now in front of me facing backward but her gaze was on me, looking at me—no, she was looking inside me and asked, "Why didn't you save her?"
I tried to, but I couldn't.
I couldn't save her.
Why am I thinking such of stuff? who am I supposed to save—
After she saves me from falling to the ground from the rooftop, why I didn't save her.
But who was she?
I know her but I couldn't remember.
Her charcoal black hair, porcelain skin, monotonous tone of voice, and her straight face, and the most remarkable part of her—her eyes.
Her Sapphire blue eyes.
I was in a daze, my mind kept altering and altering every time I remember something, I kept uttering the same words 'I tried to but I can't'
I couldn't understand as though all of this was just a dream, or not. I felt pain every time I pinched myself, I felt pain every time I punched myself.
I want to wake up if it was a dream.
I need to wake up if it is one.
Hannah Lara leaned and brought her next to my ears, I felt her heavy gasps gaze on my skin and it made me shivered to my spine "Say ¿¿¿¿, why didn't you save me?"
All of a sudden, my monotonous world filled with color, a color that I—myself don't want to see.
Red.
Blood
Crimson Red.
Everywhere I looked there a shade of red, except for a pair of eyes that was looking at me, her eyes were looking at me.
As I closed my eyes, I felt the warm sunlight and cold breeze grazing my skin. Slowly opened my eyes, here I was again—on the rooftop of our school's building, standing on its edge while looking around.
"Then can you answered me before you die?" a small voice came from the person at my back, and I already knew who was it
Please stop I don't want to hear it, I couldn't go any further.
I felt every fiber of me screaming—telling her to stop but my mouth couldn't utter any words.
I lost my words.
There's nothing that came out of my mouth.
"Would you rather jump from the roof with me or run away and lived to a far place with me?"