Integrity Of Violence

Chapter 8 - Maya

Maya

Perhaps, this was a bad dream. Perhaps, I never woke up from my tired sleep. Everything felt too unreal, almost as if the space I was in, gripped me and choked me harder. The lifeless eyes of Yuri was looking directly at me as if confronting me about his death.

I felt like a murderer. The soil in my hand felt softer but just as rough when I tried to crawl back from the view. Hunter blocked my view all along so I did not realize how close I was to this ocean of blood.

I felt suffocated. The wind felt like sharp irons to my skin. But no matter how much I tried I could not steady my breathing or the situation of my mind. I was unable to calm myself down. Hunter looked at me with pride in his eyes when I looked at him.

Though I could not think straight, my only instinct was to run. I stood up with shaky legs trying to balance myself by spreading my arms. I should not speak to Hunter. Not because I was scared but because I needed to get out of this place.

I turned my heels. Hunter chuckled. "Aren't you smart?"

I gulped. Is he planning to kill me too? I did not look back but I could not walk forward either.

"Maya," His voice sounded like a sweet poison. "Your father has bounded you all along with his twisted ideology and so you are such an obedient puppet. Letting anything and everything happen to you."

I looked at him by my side. He is trying to indicate something but I couldn't grip on it. I could not possibly stay calm and continue when there is literally two dead bodies behind me.

Moreover, how come does he know about Yuri and Shotaro?

By one step, Hunter was in front of me. I flinched. His eyes were serene. "Your mother, she did not die because of you. She only tried to protect you from the monster by sacrificing herself. And we both know who is the monster." He whispered.

I bit my lips and sniffed. "You killed them." I whispered. "What are you trying to say?"

He adjusted his position and ran his hands through his hair. "Tell me, Maya. How many students lives have you seen being destroyed? How many of them killed themselves because of these monsters?" He pointed behind me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "So you killed them."

"Did you think that the law would have done something mighty?" He laughed.

I hated how his words made sense. Thousands of students lives perished because of these bullies. These tortures were so bad, yet so forgiveable in the face of money that they lived their lives comfortably without a worry. Meanwhile, their victims were rotting in gutters.

The law of Japan, or even the international law had never ever did anything against such atrocities, labelling them as acts of silly mistake made by teenagers.

Everything was corrupted when it came to wealth and power. Hunter was right. We lost hope in justice.

Hunter held my shoulders. "Our backs have been backed with a gun on our head by our families, Maya. They care about nothing but themselves."

I looked into his eyes. I could not argue anything he was saying.

"Let's twist our positions. I'll take the knife out of my abusers hands, I'll cope with the smell of blood. I'll bring justice. It's up to if you want to continue being frail and thrashed or sly your way out of deceit through Violence." He whispered and held out his hand. "Our violence."

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The sleep last night was the only wonderful sleep I slept. The rest was refreshing. Surprisingly I felt like a human again. Alice brought my breakfast on the table but seeing me on the table, she was shook. Her eyes widened.

"I cannot believe you are here on your own." She said meaning that she always served my breakfast in my room. I hated being on the dining table.

"Why not?" I asked biting into my pancake.

"Well, nothing. I'm glad you are here." She smiled awkwardly. I know she did not want me to leave.

I peacefully finished half of my food when Baba came on the table. I took my maths book and buried my nose into it. He saw me. Maybe it took him by surprise but he did not say anything.

I quickly finished my food. Taking my bag I was about to leave when his voice stopped me. "Don't take anything that I said too seriously. Your finals are coming. Don't get distracted."

I turned around and nodded making my way out.

My driver was waiting for me. "You look better than yesterday, ma'am." He said referring to my state yesterday.

I smiled at him to his utter shock. He did not stretch the conversation and just started the car. I looked outside. The weather was nice. I seemed to notice it. I took the table in my car and took out my notes.

Practicing maths and vocabs through the car ride helped me remember things better. I solved the last question in the chapter when we arrived.

I fixed the table aside and arranging everything I got out of the car. The walk to class was usually tiring but I didn't know that a good night's sleep could freshen me so well.

Getting in my seat, I took out my books and notes and earphones in, making sure I had no one disturbing early in the morning. Thankfully no one never does.

The teacher came in. After the regular morning announcements and reading time, the class started. "We some important yet extremely sad news for this class."

I looked up at the teacher. Mrs. Maki continued, "With a heavy heart, I have to announce the passing of two beloved students of our school from this class, Yuri Minato and Shotaro Yuji. They were extremely loved and looked up upon. In this hard time, our condolences go out to their family and friends." She said.

The news of death in our school was usually filled with regrets as everybody regretted not stopping the immense bullying happening to the victim until they died. Their sympathy only showed up when they died and stopped right after someone else was targeted.

This time, when the bully themselves died, the class was silent. Nobody knew what to feel anymore.

Some felt safe, some were astonished. Nevertheless, their feelings were vivid in their faces as I watched.

The silence broke as I chuckled. The whole class looked at me. I looked down wiping my invisible tears as they all turned back.

My laugh probably sounded like cries to them and they all felt weird about it. Only I enjoyed the news. I enjoyed the justice. I made peace.