Lissana

Chapter One

"Yvonne, what the hell happened to you?"

"You're not present half of the time, you missed many quizzes Yvonne. Sorry but I can't help you with your grades anymore."

"Yvonne! Why did you suddenly fail?!"

I bit my lip as I stare at the opposite side of the road. The flow of the crowd did not waver in the slightest, but my will is slowly breaking. The vehicles are still running at their full speed, only slowing down at the sign of the red light. Then I thought about how fast did the circumstances changed. The air suddenly became heavier and it tried to suffocate me. I gasped as I steady my shaking hands; it was shaking continuously for an hour now. But I could not bring myself to care, I could only calm myself by breathing in and out.

What will I do? I asked myself immediately as I wait for the traffic light to turn red. The crowd is gradually beginning to thicken as they join me in waiting.

Maybe it was my laziness, or my personality itself. I inevitably signed a lifetime contract to hasten my impending doom.

All this time, I thought it was alright.

All this time, I thought I was just taking a break from my continuous studying.

All this time, I thought...

"If only I could get hit by a car right now," I whispered to myself as I find it harder to breathe. I want to laugh at myself, I say these words yet I fully know that it is just my wishful thinking. I am afraid to die anyway, I am just a coward trying to act strong.

But I was frustrated nonetheless, like any other teenager.

I misjudged myself. I assumed that I can handle the pleasure of being lazy and acted laid back. I thought I could jump back to being the hard-working type of teenager again. I thought taking a few breaks, and playing a few computer games would ease myself from the stress.

But it did not.

Maybe I need to stop these 'I thought...' phrases. After failing high school and wrecking the school, I will surely be kicked out. And right now the school must have called my parents already, they must be furious. At this rate, they will disown me, and I need to live in the street and find a stable job.

Ah, why did I laze around too much, I told myself, full of remorse. I played too much video and computer games, I've read too much books, and I became lazy to the point where I could be recognized as a shut-in.

I've failed to reach my parent's expectation, and more important than that, I failed myself.

I was going to lament about how I am a failure when I felt a sharp pain on my whole back, then a strong force pushing my body forward. Then there was screaming, so much noise, the air suddenly became tense until the screaming turned into cries of agony. My eyes tried to find the nearest sign of people as my eyes slowly began to droop.

It's so painful, so painful.

The last thing I saw before my consciousness faded was my hand full of burnt marks, and the last thing I heard was someone screaming.

"TERRORIST ATTACK! RUN! AN ATTACK!"

Ah, so unfortunate.

As I find my consciousness, I tried to open my eyes on reflex. But I was shock to find out that it was hard to even breathe more so open my eyes.

I feel cold, the wind hitting my skin again and again. I don't know where I am, but it will help if I remember what happened before I wake up.

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