I will explain better.
Right now I'm lying on my bed, Michel brought me to my room where I was the only one who had returned, exactly, it seems that none of my roommates returned.
Michel explained to me what happened, when I was about to kill that vampire, white light fell on all of us and we were transported back to the academy. My lack of self-recognition was the cause of my loss, (it's a bit contradictory).
Again, I was left alone in this room of ghosts, it is nostalgic to think about our mistakes, because we easily regret them, but in my case it is different.
The teachers welcomed us and we divided into different paths. One of the most shocking things is the fact that there did not seem to be 560 students as at the beginning of the test, it seems that it is certain death.
From what I see, today will be a day to rest and tomorrow the theory classes begin. For now, I should relax, and think about how mediocre I can be, how weak I am.
Despite my many varied thoughts that disturb my conscience, I will start by writing better.
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Right now I'm lying down constantly thinking about wasting my time in this grayish room, where I keep thinking about how important our arrogance is, I felt those little touches, like footsteps that slipped between the other sounds outside, although they were few you could tell the difference. At that moment, I heard a knock on the door.
Some small and timid blows that do not torment only disturb inciting my imagination. For a moment I thought, maybe it could be Violet, and without thinking much I go to that metal handle, where my happiness and emotion did not stop rising in peaks, like those of a mountain, something that disappeared when I finished opening the door.
When I opened that daring wooden box, I saw Michel a little shy. The way he positioned his hands gave that feeling of longing, as did his controlled breathing. Exactly, he sounds like a stalker.
- Do you need something Michael? You should be resting in the next room. "I said without adding anything friendly."
- S-Sorry if I'm bothering you, I just wanted to tell you something.
- Go ahead, what do you need?
- All my friends died and I wouldn't want to be alone, can I be your roommate?
The most peculiar thing about his statement is his lack of respect when talking to a stranger, I mean me. What will be his intentions? What do you need me for? I guess it's for friendship purposes since my life and heart belong to Violet. How unpleasant, spoke the spiteful heart of the hypocrites.
I looked into her eyes without a hint of shine, but devoid of bad feelings, just to answer.
- If you want to stay do it, I also was left without partners.
Michel could not contain the emotion and jumped towards me hugging me, thanking me for my answer. He didn't quite understand what was happening, it wasn't strange to wonder why she was acting so dramatic, but he hugged her anyway. Exactly, I needed to calm the anxiety about seeing Violet.
So many things that happened I felt guilty. At this moment I feel discomfort because of the silence so sharp that it disturbs us, there seemed to be a wall of ice. It's hard to bring up a topic to talk about, because I'm a bit shy, especially when I'm with a girl.
Sure enough, she's cute and I'm just an Ex-human pretending to have a pose.
Now comes the best part summed up by someone impulsive like me.
Michel was sitting on her bed without saying a single word just like me, the only difference is that I got up from her bed as I walked towards her. She was a bit surprised to see my sudden action, a very normal reaction. I held her hands and hugged her, she was nervous and confused, and she lost her balance and we both lay on the bed. I was on top of her hugging her and she had a red face, something that I could easily notice, although I am capricious, sometimes I tend to be a little daring.
Michel couldn't get me off her, so in the end, she decides to give up. Little by little I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered a few words.
- Because?. "I say with a soft pronunciation."
- Wh-what do you mean? "She answers with a very shy tone."
- I'll be more direct. When we were surrounded, everyone focused on me as the only target, normally they would look for you to pressure their enemy. In short, they already knew about you, what you were doing and what you would do, that means one thing, you are part of that group and they had it all planned from the beginning. In short, you are a spy.
- Y-you's not wrong, I was just following orders... "She started to cry scared"
- A traitor!
- Forgive me, p-please.
- Gross! "I said while aggressively getting up from the bed. At that time I held Michel by her neck tightly to break it." - May God forgives the liars because all my soul will be the eternal rancor for those hypocrites!!. "I added at the end."
Michel was hanging in the air while I held her neck, her face turning red every time and those tears kept coming out of her face scared of her. At that time, I just heard a few last words from her part, which made me think clearly.
- p-sorry, th-they have my brother in jail.
I released Michel from her neck as she fell to the ground gasping for air.
While I was still standing analyzing what she said, I looked at her from above trying to calm the rancor and anger of my convictions. In her case, she was on the floor terrified, a very exciting situation for bipolar.