Rewind

Chapter 3 - An Untitled Diary

I went to the female's bathroom at the 3rd floor. At first, I was afraid that a teacher would caught me sneaking inside. But, I know I had to investigate, it's in my nature that I just have to know everything that's been going on here.

Without thinking any longer, I got it to the bathroom. The bathroom is dirty, and there're many yellow police line in front of every bathroom door. I had to cut it with my hair pin so I can know what's inside.

The first door is locked, so obviously I can't look inside. So, I opened the other door. The door is a little bit hard to open, but I managed to open it.

I was shocked. There are many hand writings in there, all written with a thick red pen. It looks like blood dripping on the wall.

One of them were suspicious. "One down" it says. Under it, there is a note as well. It's a little bit smudged, so I can't read it very well. It says, "....... to go". I took a picture of it, in case if I have to report it to someone.

I went to another door. This time, there was nothing in there. Only a dirty sink and an unclean toilet. There is a book in the sink. But, it's covered with dirty water. I took a stick near the sink and picked up the book.

It is a diary book, but it has no name. It is empty as well. The cover of the book is black, and the papers are still clean and unfilled. There're many smudged writings in it, so I can't actually read it. I think i will take it down stairs to my class quickly, before the teachers and students get here.

I got back to my class, in a hurry of course. Thank god the teachers is still not in the class. I sat down on my chair, with my heart still beating because of the occasions before. Mark is sitting near me, currently working on some homework or something.

"What's going on? You sure breath heavily, Suzy," said Mark. "Umm, I was running. I went to the 3rd floor" I answered. I didn't want to tell him, even though I really want to. I think I should wait until it's a good time. "But, how did you know that I breath heavily? I didn't tell you anything since I got back to class..." I asked.

"Well obviously you are sweating a lot, and when you breath you can barely hear a sound. So, of course you are breathing heavily, I can even see it from your face!" he answered.

"Ohh... okay" I said. After that, we finished our lesson of the day with English. This time, we are going to work in pairs for a speech duel between the other classmates. Luckily, I'm quite good at speeches because I competed twice in a worldwide speech contest. At the first one, I consider myself lucky for winning the first place. But, in the second one, I came 10th place because there're many Swedish-English people competing and they're much better than me.

"Next week, you'll be working in pairs and going to compete against each other's team for a speech contest. The theme of the speech is "Art and Culture" or our country. I hope you will make an amazing speech and remember to give motivations for the audiences. Oh, and be confident while presenting the speech. There're no losers in this competition, this will only prove your sense of competition and your ability to work together and make an inspiring speech for all of us!" said the teacher.

"Piece of cake! Let me handle it, Mark!" I said, being 100% confident on winning. "Hey, I don't even know that you'll pick me as your teammate," he answered.

"Well, who else in here that I know well? Only you of course!" I said. "Well, if you insist, than okay" he said.

So, me and Mark discussed about the speech is going to be in about 20 minutes until the final bell. The other kids hurried to go home, but we are still working because we are to lazy to do another group meeting in another day. On the other hand, we just have to finish it so our ideas won't be gone in that day.

Mark is hard working when it comes to write these things, and I am glad because of that. I always dreamed to get a perfect guy to hang out with, and it seems that Mark is the first one that actually make me happy to be friends with. Other than being handsome and charming, he is also diligent. He is very clever as well. To bad he hasn't made any friend in class other than me, otherwise he will be popular...

"Umm, Suzy? Um, hello??" Mark said.

"Uhh, what??" I said. Turns out, I've been sleeping for 10 to 15 minutes in class. Mark has finished the speech text, and he already handed me the page. I got it and instantly woke up from my sleep. I think I need a rest from my first day here. There are too much things going on, especially for someone that hasn't known anything from their first day at school.

"Okay, I think I'll go now." "Where are you going?" I asked him. "Going home, of course. It's already 4 pm or something, and.... umm..... my mom must be worried now," he said. "Hey, wait!!" I shouted.

I ran to catch up to him. Suddenly, there were a sound. There were something fell down. It's the diary that I found at the female bathroom at the 3rd floor. Mark picked it up. "Hmm, where did you get this?!" he said, almost shouting. "I found it. At the 3rd floor,"
I said, being a little shaky.

"At the 3rd floor , huh?" He said, opening the pages and almost break it. "Hey, be careful!!" I said, taking the diary book from Mark's hands.

"You better be careful of that, it has blood stains all over the first page, and... umm... just be careful," he said, smirked his face at me with an ignorant tone.

"..... yeah, I'll keep my eyes on it " I said, putting the book inside my book and slowly walking home. "Okay, I'll be going home now, bye.." Mark said. "Yeah,.me too.." I said.

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As I slowly waking home, I came feel that there's someone watching me and following me from behind. I can't hardly look, because I was frightened. I can't even peek and see his shadow or something.

There was nobody around the area. There are only trees and animals. The sky is turning dark, i think it's going to rain. The sun is disappearing. Such a shame that i didn't have time to bring my umbrella or my coat.

I only have my phone to keep me satisfied. So, I listened to my music to keep my heart warm and not terrified of the person that might just followed me. But then, I can feel a very dark aura in my heart. I think it's because of that diary. I mean, I did stole it. And stealing never make my heart steady, because I never took anybody's belonging, only if I got a permission to do it.

I just want to run. I just want to escape that road and move to another one. I wish the person that (might) follow me would just go and ignore me.

I just want to go home.

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