Past = Gone [4]

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In my room, everything seemed normal. The walls were gray, paint was peeling off. My window, shattered. It was a shabby room, but it worked for me. It was my room and I didn’t have to share with anyone. I do have an alarm in my room. In every room, there’s an alarm. That’s no surprise.

      I was staring at the alarm on the wall until it started to flash red and ring. I knew what it meant; we had an emergency gathering in the courtyard.

      I rushed out of the room, because if I were to be the last one there, I would be ridiculed…but this time, by the headmistress.

      Once I had reached the courtyard, it was silent. Demetri, with his hands behind his back, and the headmistress were standing in front of us.

      The headmistress’ voice boomed, “we are gathered here to witness the execution of a person, drenched in guilt from head to toe. Demetri Idias has committed a crime. Though, we shall not say what it is, he shall be executed in the current time, which is now.”

      I stood there in complete awe. I’m so sure that he didn’t do anything. That sounds wrong.

      Interrupting my thoughts, the voice boomed again, “A big thank you to Castellan Luisiano, because with his help, we have proven Demetri guilty and therefore will execute him.”

      Aha, I thought. That was the source of his murder. It’s Castellan’s fault. Sucking up to the headmistress to receive praise, yet killing an innocent to this game called life. I turned around only to see Castellan, shifting from left to right on his feet, just like how I act when I’m nervous.

      I couldn’t see Demetri die. No matter how he was going to get killed, I didn’t care. I bolted for the door and ran inside.

      I kept going, for I did not want to hear the bullets, the executioner’s blade or whatnot. After I had gone in, I could hear footsteps behind me. I turned around and luckily, it was Kayciance.

      “Where are you going?” she quizzically asked.

      “Back to my room. I don’t want to see death at the time of day.”

      “You can do that, and I can go back outside. I bet he’s already dead.”

      “Do you ever learn to shut up, Kayciance?”

      I rolled my eyes and walked off.

      As I was walking, I could sense a drone behind me, but only one timid voice spoke.

      “Hi, Quintus. I need to talk to you.”

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