How To Save A Life

Chapter Three: Twisted

Fate could be cruel at times. The more you run away from it the more it chases you, the more it hunts you down. The more you try to forget the more you remember. It will lock you, it will chain you down and it’s always up to you if you will let it.

He heaved another sigh as he stared longingly at the tree standing feet away from him. It has been days since the first time he saw her sitting under the shade of that tree, drinking coffee and staring at the sky both longingly and tiredly. He would be lying if he said he was not looking for her because he has been dying to see her again. He ruffled his hair letting go a deep breath as he sat down sighing endlessly. ‘What the hell is happening to me?’ he muttered in a low voice raking his hair, frustrated. ‘Aishh,’ he hissed glancing at his red wrist watch. His lips twitched seeing that he only has barely three minutes before his next class. He stood up as he glanced at the tree once more like a child eagerly waiting and deeply longing for his long lost mother at the town’s old train station. ‘Hey I just wanted to see you,’ he whispered. He then started walking his way to his class tucking both hands inside his pockets.

Every step was getting heavier somehow since the day he saw her right in front of his eyes. Since the day he saw her breathing but good as dead right before his eyes. The painting, the girl who stole his heart was right in front of him yet in his heart there was this voice that kept on screaming that he was late, too late. He will not lie, all these days she’s the only one he could think of. All he could think was her cold and dead tired eyes, pale skin, how thin she was and the deep scars in her hands. It was all the things that kept on lingering inside his head to the point that he was just going to school in order to see her again, just one glimpse and it will be more than enough but then she was being unfair to him. Sometimes he was even thinking that she was avoiding her purposely for a reason oblivious to him.

He tried thinking of her like the first time he saw her on that gallery, those innocent happy smiles, beautiful and lively eyes like she was the happiest girl alive but then those images of her will always be shattered by her cold eyes, her pale skin, her everything that was not in that painting. He stopped walking for a moment as he raked his hair and sighed deeply letting out a bitter chuckle. ‘Seriously what’s wrong with you?’

He tried shrugging every thought inside him. He hated thinking anyways. But the more he tried to stop himself from thinking the more it echoed inside his head, repeating endlessly, mocking, screaming. It was laughing at him until he felt like his head was about to explode.

She’s dead idiot.

She died with him.

She died together with him.

He let out a low hiss as he entered their classroom taking his usual seat. ‘Where have you been? If our teacher’s already here you could be almost ten minutes late you know,’ Daesung said as he took his seat next to him. ‘Besides you keep on disappearing these past days,’ he added as Jiyong smirked at him as he ruffled his hair making Daesung moved backward hissing at him as he tried fixing his hair. ‘I just have to check one of the lost boys,’ he answered laughing. Lost girl in this case, he thought. Jiyong quickly took one of his notebooks as he started crumpling paper and tossing it everywhere marking the beginning of another paper toss war inside their classroom in which everyone happily participated to his craziness.

‘Aishh, I wonder if someone can really talk to you seriously,’ Daesung hissed scratching his head. ‘Let me rephrase that I wonder if someone could really talk to you NORMALLY,’ he added emphasizing the last word earning a paper ball right in his face. ‘Just shut up you talk too much!’ Jiyong laughed as he started bombarding him with paper balls. Daesung soon started picking up paper balls on the floor and threw it to him causing more havoc to break inside their classroom.