The Story

Early beginnings

I was a normal teen until I died. And I died for no apparent reason. I was just another victim at the hands of ... you shall know soon.

The clouds turned dark and night set in. The cold wind send shivers down my spine. I was already shaken by the day's events.

"15-year-old dies without apparent reason. Police baffled" said the headline on the newspaper the old woman was reading. I squinted and tried to read more. What I read left me more perturbed than shocked. Autopsy reports had revealed that the girl had died due to mysterious circumstances. Her medical condition was absolutely fine, and she hadn't been murdered. She had just... died. There was no cause of death that could be pin-pointed, for there were no drugs taken by her that lead to her death, nor was any instrument used to kill her in any way.

It was not suicide, that was for sure. She hadn't tried to kill herself. How she died remained just that: a big mystery. There was no evidence of any fighting, struggling, or attacking on the scene, and the police didn't find any foreign fingerprints that led to any conclusions.

I got down from the bus. Walking home, I kept thinking about the mystery, when I spotted my Matron walking inside to our dorm. Now the weird thing was, it was 9:30 pm, and usually the Matron was never outside at these times. She would sit on the chair in her room, swinging back and forth, drinking coffee from that brown mug of hers which said "COFFEE" almost everywhere on it. She had been using that for quite a few years now, and on cold December evenings such as these, she would wear her red sweater, sit in her chair, and keep sipping from the mug. So seeing her outside today, at such odd an hour, was different.