"Don't step closer! You're one of them!"
"Professor Karen, I don't know what you are talking about."
"You're all crazy!" She was trying to step back to get away from May.
"Professor, are you okay? You look... scared." May stepped closer as she tried to calm her down.
"No. No. No." The professor scratched her head like a crazy person. "Something is wrong. No one should be here." She muttered to herself.
"You know I'm a working student. I go home late." May explained through the door then took a step entering herself to the dark classroom. "I'll turn the lights on."
"No! No one should know we're here."
"Okay. Should we go out of here now?" May then step closer and offered her hands to her; but instead of accepting it, the Professor quickly moved away from her brushing the vase that was on the table to the ground. As it fell unto the floor, she accidentally stepped on the broken pieces of it making her lose balance and fell on it.
"Professor!" May run toward her and went beside the lying professor. "Are you okay? You're bleeding." May noticed through the help of the light coming from the moon as the moonlight entered through the window. "I can't see the pieces clearly but some of it must be stuck on your flesh." She then helped the professor stood up but the professor pushed her.
"It's you! You're the one who's going to kill me now."
"Professor, I don't care what kind of prank is this. You're hurt and we have to go to the hospital as soon as possible."
The Professor then laughed disturbingly, creeping May out. She then felt goosebumps on her nape. May took a step away from her but she just continued to laugh wickedly.
"You don't get it, do you?"
"I... I don't understand. What's going on?"
"No one should be here. You know what day today is."
"I know the school is close now because of the electoral campaign but I still have to work, professor."
She again laughed like a crazy woman. She was even stepping on the broken pieces of the vase with her bare feet.
"Today is the beginning of the political wars; and in every war there are always casualties." She again took a step toward May. "May, I know you're just a student trying to survive in this harsh world; but, May, in this battle field, even heroes die."
"I... I'll just call help for you." May tried to excuse herself as the professor kept on creeping her out. But before May could go out and ask for help, the professor already held her hand. Her gripped was strong and her long nails was digging on May's flesh. The professor again giggled like a crazy lady.
"Oh! dear" She quickly held the small face of May with her hands full of blood. "You're indeed a good person. What a waste; cause today, in this room, someone should die."
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ActionMaymay is a poor girl living in the city. All she dream about is to ascend from her current state. Growing up in a damaged family, her only support for her mental and emotional health is herself. It is being poor that she blames to have ruined her l...
