Truth or Dare (Satsujin Series #1) | COMPLETED ✔

[11] I'm Still Here

J U N  K A I Y O

I looked at the items that Zima gave me as I could feel Akio's gaze boring into me while turning his attention to the things on my hands very often. Grabbing the notebook first, I move a tad bit away from Akio before reading it.

I saw that the writing style was a bit messy but understandable. The pages were a bit old and dusty. But seeing the date and signature, I already knew that it was a very long time since this was written down.

I then felt Akio shift for a bit as he moved beside me, looking at the notebook on my hand. Sighing, I let him read it too.

August 13, 1999

Shin Takara

I know that I rarely write notes like this but I just had to jot this information down. Journalist or not, we needed someone to find this as evidence.

Things had been changing in this academy. Satsujin wasn't like the old days after the headmaster died. The aura went downhill in just a second before going back to normal like nothing happened. Students had been suicidal recently.

Jumping on the rooftop, killing themself with a knife that wasn't there in the first place, pouring gasoline before lighting themself up infront of other students. The death counts were raising every minute we are in this hell hole.

And that includes my little sister, Sakura.

She came towards me earlier with bruises and cuts on her arms, hugging me in a traumatic state. She was bleeding pretty bad when she ran towards me, crying.

But when I got her to the infirmary, she suddenly said to me, "We're all going to die. She's going to succeed. She's going to kill us all."

I don't know what she means. But I'll try to keep this updated just in case.

I sighed, knowing that I had to atleast try to solve who was behind all of this. After all, he did help me back at the infirmary. Akio then turned the page, making me look at him in shock.

"Sorry, were you still reading that part?" he asked me as I shook my head. I then read the next entry with him still beside me.

October 29, 1999

Shin Takara

I don't know if I'm hallucinating or not but I just saw the student council members walking down the hall, headless.

F*ck, this wasn't a normal academy after he died. I honestly wished that he wasn't dead since it seems like this academy got cursed or whatnot.

I went home late that day. Why? I was a journalist. No, I'm not a writer. I'm the photographer. Arranging my items on my locker, I looked over to see them walking towards their own lockers.

But the thing is, they were no heads. Just a body walking around. I tried not to gag but if you won't believe me, I'll attach the photo on this journal for real evidence.

I looked at the next page to see nothing but a tape. I guess they didn't want him to have evidence. I could see that the picture on his journal was removed since the tape was still there.

Moving on to another entry, I knew that this was a bit darker than before.

November 1, 1999

Shin Takara

I went to school on this very day. I know that it was a holiday to visit your dead relatives. But, I forgot my camera on the locker.

When I sneak in the back door of the school, I heard someone screaming for help. I was about to ignore it but hearing her calling out my name, I realized that it wasn't any girl.

It was my sister.

So, I took the gun that our dad gave me for emergencies and opened the door to the music room. The smell of blood made me gag a bit but it was quickly replaced by anger.

There stood a girl with a smile on her face, my sister no longer squirming or struggling at this time. She was chained on a chair, her neck sliced.

I already knew what happened. I didn't even hesitate to pull the trigger on the girl's head, not hearing a single word she said. She stumbled back, widening her eyes before falling down in front of me.

I know that I had committed murder.

But I wasn't going to take it back.

I know that she'll become a ghost when she dies. I'll probably become one too. Why?

'Cause I'm not forgiving her. I won't forgive her. Never.

I then opened Shin's camera, browsing a bit on the pictures he had taken. It was him and his sister, looking very happy and proud. They were both smiling like nothing bad was going to happen.

The second one was a bit blurry though. It was some girl, dragging something. When I blinked for a few times, I saw that it resembled the girl that had killed his sister. She wasn't human like though. She became a ghost.

And the one she was dragging was Sakura's body.

I then looked at the door as someone softly knocked. We were a bit alarmed since no one actually knocks that soft. It would rather be someone banging or kicking the door. But in this case, it was quite different.

"Can I talk to Jun?" a guy asked, making me stand up. I already knew who it was.

Akio, on the other hand, knitted his eyebrows in confusion. He then stood up beside me as we both walked towards the door.

He leaned a bit on the wall as I knocked softly to tell him I was there. I then put my hand on the door as I could actually feel his hand touching mine.

"I'm here," I said as I heard him scoff. I knitted my eyebrows in confusion at the sudden change of behavior. He wasn't actually like this.

"Can you tell him not to eavesdrop on our conversation? It's private." I then looked at Akio, who was shocked at what Shin said. I then rolled my eyes at what Shin said before telling Akio to leave.

He gave me one last glance before going back. I then looked back at the door before telling Shin that Akio went back. I then heard him

"Did you see my last entry?" he asked as I shook my head and said no. I the felt a slight tug on the door as I tried to close it back. I can't. Everyone will freak out.

"Jun, open the door." I then shook my head, putting one hand on the door as the other tries to close it. I could then feel Shin's hand on the door as he stopped trying to open it.

"Alright, fine. I won't open the door. But if it's your turn to do a dare, I'll talk to you. But make sure to bring the items." I then nodded before trying to leave. The only problem is, I could feel a slight tug, making me go back.

I then went back, hearing his voice become a bit serious than before.

"And Jun, don't read the last journal. It's cursed. They'll know that you have my journal," he said as I felt him softly carressing my hand.

"And whatever you do, don't pick Truth." After he said that, I couldn't feel his hand anymore. His footsteps echoed through the hallway before fading away.