Samantha
Empty.
Eerie.
Enchanted.
The hallway seems like the one you'll encounter in a horror movie.
I quietly follow Mrs. Renaldy to the principal's office. Since it's still a long 30 minutes to break time, each and every student is currently busy with themselves. They're either keenly listening to the teacher, writing notes, or even busy daydreaming in the middle of the class. If I was still in class, I wouldn't be any of those three.
For these past couple of months, it's been hard for me to focus on almost anything. There was this one time I was eating my breakfast cereal when I suddenly stopped eating. All I did was stare blankly and directly into my bowl, lost in my own complex mind.
I look down to my feet. This is not the person I used to be.
I used to be... happy.
I sigh.
Who am I?
I shake my head, trying to get the thoughts out of my head. I need to think about something else.
To be honest, part of me is relieved that I can escape from Mrs. Chad's 80 minutes of nonsense. But I can't obviate the thought of what the hell I have done until Mr. Eastwood wants to see me.
It's only the first day of school, God dammit.
Not long after that, we're finally at the front door of the principal's office. Mr. Eastwood's door is quite different from any other door in this school. His door is the kind of door you will only find in an ancient house and there are rumors saying that almost everything inside his office are all made from mahogany.
A Hunger Games fan, perhaps?
In all of sudden Mrs. Renaldy turns to me and to my surprise, a worried face draws her entire face, "They are waiting for you."
What does she mean by 'they'?
I was about to ask her about it when the door swings open. Right in front of me, there stand Mr. Eastwood, the principal. He is the kind of man that every girl fangirl about and every boy wants to become. Just behind him is a middle aged woman whose back is facing me, therefore I do not know who she is.
But it is only until she decides to turn her back and lock her eyes with mine.
My heart drops.
"Thank you Mrs. Renaldy, you may leave now." says Mr. Eastwood. In a quick swift motion, Mrs. Renaldy left to her office, making the tension in the air even more unpleasant. He then looks at me right in my eyes, "Samantha please come in. She's waiting for you."
He opens the door wider and walk towards his desk.
I refuse to move any muscle.
At least not to her.
I turn my back slowly and ready to run back to my classroom when a hand grabs my arm tightly, making me flinch. I would have screamed at the top of my lungs by now if Mr. Eastwood was not in the same room as I am. Even though I hate the situation I'm having, I can still manage to be polite.
"Samantha, please hear me out." The woman pleads and without looking at her face, I know that she's holding herself back from crying, a moment away from breaking to pieces.
I don't have any kind of pity towards her. I look at her with disgust.
She looks at me with her puffy eyes before saying the words that I really despise.
"I am still your mother."
I immediately feel a deep rage within me. A monster in the past, ready to revive and drag everything else along with it.
"You are not my mother." I emphasize every word with hatred. I forcefully let go my arms off of her. My vision becomes blurry. I wipe away the tears off my face and look straight into her eyes.
"My mother died years ago. You are nothing compare to her."
From the corner of my eye, I can see that Mr. Eastwood is very surprised with the words I said. He raises his eyebrow, fold his arms and puts a really serious thinking face. For a split second, it was dead silence.
"Alright," says Mr. Eastwood who tries to melt the coldness we're having. "Why don't we just go back to the main thing we're trying to achieve for today?"
With a heavy heart, I sit next to the woman I loathe for. The second I did that, I immediately move my chair away from her. The woman gasp after seeing what I did but she decides to keep her mouth shut, not wanting to cause any further quarrel.
"Well Mrs. Blake, why don't you tell us your intention here." says Mr. Eastwood.
The woman moves anxiously. Seeing her doing that made me sick.
"Samantha.."
The woman tries to grab my hand but I reject her harshly, "Don't touch me. Just tell me the reason why you're here and it will all be over." For the hundredth time, a flash of pain crosses her eyes. The woman takes a deep breath.
"First of all, I wanted to say I'm sorry to bring this mishap to school. But, there is no other way to contact you. You're not answering my ca-"
"Can we just get to the point here? My friends are waiting for me." I said, although the last sentence I said is a complete bullshit. She sighs.
"It's about your father." The woman looks away, my eyes widen in suspicion. From the way she acts, I can tell it's not something that I'd like to hear.
"He's dead."
The woman starts to sob and my mind becomes very unclear. I stand up. I cannot think right, the world spins around me and I feel numb.
"It's because of you, isn't?" I say slowly, I hold my head in my palms. The only person I care for in my family is dead.
"You killed him, didn't you?" I take a step back, disgusted by her.
"Of course not! How could you say that?" Again, the woman's face looks hurt. I didn't care.
"But you're the one who causes it, didn't you? Tell me, do you deny it?" This time, I'm the one who sobs. "Answer me!" I yell at her, completely forgetting Mr. Eastwood's presence in the room.
The woman says nothing, which makes me even more devestated.
I run towards the door.
I can't take this anymore.
I have to get out.
I grab the door knob and run outside. I don't know where I am going, all that I know is my feet burns from running too long. I can see many heads turn to me. But, I couldn't care less.
All I want to do is to escape.
I keep running and running until suddenly I bump into a guy. He immediately grab my arms, to keep me from falling. I can't quite see who he is, either because I'm crying or because I just don't know who he is. I tried to free my arms from him before he do something I didn't think he would do.
He hugs me.
And in all of sudden, I feel a lot better.
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