Hanging On (SEQUEL TO PEOPLE CHANGE)

chapter 23

a/n- hey guys.

so welcome mr ross (jersey) shor lynch into the story, the story is in his pov now.

enjoy!!

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chapter 23 :)

Everyone was wearing black. That's what people usually wear during funerals.

They also say that funerals are for the living, to say their final farewell.

These few days have been days of mourning.

Laura was distancing herself from, well, everyone. We see her at one corner, crying, with a look of rage.

We understand that she needs space but no one really understands what she's going through.

Whenever we reach home, she immediately goes to her room and locks herself in there.

No one actually has the courage to go to her and speak.

As for the rest of us, the boys usually sit themselves at the living room, staring into blank space or at the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, with minimal conversation.

Mum and Dad are in their room.

As for me, I've desired to go talk to Laur ever since the hospital incident. We haven't actually spoken since nearly everything.

I wanted to go to her room and give her a long and tight hug and let her cry on my shoulder.

But she's still probably angry at me.

On the other hand, I also wanted to snoop around her room, look for anything that could give the clue of whatever is happening.

But I can't, like who randomly goes into someone's room - the someone's in a depressed state, mind you- and starts going through her stuff?

So, I decided to be sneaky about it.

I went in the wee hours of the day, about 3 in the morning, with nothing but my phone as a flashlight.

I didn't know what to expect, to be honest.

Laura was sleeping, that was for sure, I could hear her light snores.

I switched on my phone flashlight and looked around.

Oh. My. Gosh.

There was writing all over the wall, in black and blue, words that I could make out but the meaning remains hidden.

Was that blood?

"love is a sacrifice"

"she was the enemy"

"insane"

Those were just the few phrases and words on the wall.

Holy hell. It looks like a mad woman did this.

I looked at her drawers, it looked pretty normal, and I was going to close it before something caught my eye.

Two strips of paper. Actually, three.

This was definetly not in Laura's handwriting.

"know the light
trust your mind
ignore the dark
fight off the bad"

That sounded like an ancient motivational speech.

"bring your friends close
but your enemies closer"

That sounded like a warning, y'know, telling you that your enemies were the ones who's actually trying to help you. Or maybe it's the opposite.

And the final strip of paper. There was lots of scribbles on this one, in pencil and this was definetly Laura's handwriting.

"know thy enemy"

What the heck is that supposed to mean?

How would you even know who the enemy is if you don't even know what you're dealing with?

Sudden laughter made me put back the pieces of paper back into the drawer and turn off my flashlight.

Maniacal laughter.

That doesn't sound very Laura-like.

I tip-toed back to the door, closed it as silently as I could and ran back to my room.

I sighed in relief as I leaned against the door. I switched on the lights.

If not for my "pride", I would've screeched.

My lips parted to make a sound but nothing came out.

There was writings on my wall. In blood, if not blood, red ink. But it looks like blood.

"I SEE YOU."