The Murder of Delilah

PROLOGUE

Warning: Read at your own risk. This story contains brutal events, harsh words and violence that might trigger or cause trauma.
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SAINTS UNIVERSITY
MONDAY, MORNING
JULY 25, 20XX

WHISPERS filled every corner of the room, words travelling like a speed of light, or should I say, gossips.

Gossips flew everywhere. And people who are fool enough will actually believe it  whether it's true or not. That's their nature...people will easily believe what they heard from someone than seek the truth themselves. It's either because they don't have the courage to do so or the fact that the truth is much more difficult to seek.

Fools.

I stayed silent in my place, keeping my head downwards while my hair is cascading, covering almost the whole portion of my face, pretending to read a book as I listen to the "gossips of the day".

" Oh I'm so glad she's gone now! She's such a slut!" The main source of the gossips exclaimed angrily. Sabrina Garcia, the theater actress. Which caused a ruckus and from being a buzzing bees almost everyone became a barking dogs.

Stupid fools who can't mind their own business.

"Huh! I really hate that girl! She's so full of herself! How dare she seduce Michael! She deserved that!" She added. Venom dripping in her voice. That Michael was her boyfriend.

Jerk boyfriend

Laughing, the muse Antoinette also shared her sentiments. " Your so evil, Sabrina. But I agree with that! She's arrogant because she thought she's above me after that!"

And another egoistic girl

"That girl deserves her death... for stealing my crown. " Antoinette added and there it is again, the edge in their tone when talking about her death.

Insults after insults were being thrown to the dead girl. Slut. Fame whore. Social Climber. Arrogant. Almost every bad names a woman could be called. They attached it with her name as if it's a title.

And eventually, the gossips silenced as a group of students make their way inside our classroom. The thought that the gossips would die down was stupidly useless because one of the stupid fools had the courage to run her empty head and loud mouth.

Sabrina step forward with a smug face and block their way forcing them to halt and face her.

"Now, now, here comes the saints!" She clapped her hands twice. The mock in her voice can't be missed. Though no one else had the courage to react feeling the tension inside the room rises. 

"How was it? Are you all done mourning? Well, I won't be surprise if you'll say you all already forgot about it...since most of you actually want it to happen." She snickered, crossed arms while her right hand is lifted to cover her mouth.

"Get lost in our way." With a hoarse voice Ania Morgan tried to toughen her tone.

"Ow, why would I, Ania? Aren't you entertained with out topic now?" Ania was about to talk back but Harper grab her wrist to silence her.

"Aw sweet. What's that, huh? Are you lovers now? What did I say,  Ania? You should be dancing in glee now! Why do you look so down?" Sabrina.