SEARCHING STUDENT X [ COMPLETED ]

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He woke up this morning and the first thing he saw was the plain, white ceiling. He saw a ray of light that was coming from the curtains. When he turned to his left, there was a small table where he saw his phone placed above it. He checked the time and saw it was Sunday. It brought a smile on his face, thinking that no one could ruin his day.

He got up and walked straight to the bathroom while hugging himself because of the cold, tiled floor. Once he had finished the things that needed to be done, he walked over the door and locked it. His eyes shut open and immediately touched his head because of the pounding headache. Then suddenly, he blacked out.

Flashback

When he headed to the master's bedroom, he saw that the walls and bed sheets had blood stains on them, there were broken pieces of glasses on the blood stained floor, the lights were off, and there was a tall and musculine armed man wearing a black attire and a mask covering his face. The armed man did not say any words, he instead pointed his gun at his parents and fired it.

Blood splattered on the polished floor. The armed man brought his phone and said, "Done. All terminated."

He chose to hide and saw someone hiding in the dark corner. It was a girl and she was crying. He saw the young girl taking a few steps to make way out of the corner, but he glared at her not to make a move. Like her, he was hiding, too, in the darkness. Even if he wanted to help his parents, he couldn't do anything but cry. He was happy to go home after his class, but this kind of greeting was the worst.

The armed man left the room bathed with warm blood. He silently stepped forward and leaned closer to her. He opened his mouth quietly and tried to utter some words.

"I need you . . . you saw the whole story behind this."

End of flashback

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A/Note: Warning: This story is R18, every so often consists of sturdy language and some violence which can also be unsuitable for children.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. 

Names, characters, businesses, songs, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,or actual events is purely coincidental.