The girl with the blue umbrella||✔

Eight

TRIGGER WARNING: I'LL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE THE SCENE AS PG13 AS POSSIBLE. IT IS JUST AT THE BEGINNING SO I WILL ALSO INDICATE THE PART THAT IT WILL END IN CASE YOU WANT TO SKIP IT. CARRY ON.

They had the nerve to upload hit. The video was too lewd to even speak about.

Some boy- I don't really care who he was- took her into an alley and began to tear off her clothes. Some other boy came to hold her down as she tried to fight back. She managed to kick down one of them and they slapped her in return.

I winced at that action but something compelled me to keep watching. I could barely look at the scene that was on the screen. This was beyond bullying. It was rape. No one had the audacity to post things like this on the internet! It made me livid.

They laughed at her when they were done and recorded her crying while she adjusted her red dress. The light in her eyes that seemed to search for something were gone. It was no longer there.

Red dress.

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I paused the video and looked really closely and then saw that it was the same dress she wore the day I saw her that she had on in the video. I closed the website and stared at my ceiling once again.

They were the reason why she had gone missing. She must have been really broken by their actions, which made her go missing. And the worst part is that they didn't care. They didn't even give or take a second glance and how she may have felt back then. All they cared about was their ultimate satisfaction. Which happened to be the bullying of Layla Cunningham.

Nothing seemed to calm me down. I kept thinking of various scenarios of what may have happened to Layla. I barely knew her as a person but from what I have seen, she has done nothing to deserve any of the things that happened to her. She was basically bullied for the way she was born. That was crap.

I decided to go next door and check on Mrs Goldy. I felt as if the walls of my own house were closing down on me. I needed to be with someone right now.

I locked up the doors to my house and walked over to Mrs Goldy's. Something felt wrong while I approached it. Terribly wrong. The curtains of the windows which were usually opened up to allow some sunlight into the house was closed. It was really odd. Mrs. Goldy always opened up the curtains once she was awake. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

I attempted to open the door from outside but it was locked so I reached into the flower vase where she usually kept the extra key and used it to unlock the door.

I called out her name as I opened up the curtains but no answer. I began to get worried about her and went through the nearest rooms to find her but couldn't.

The last room to check was her room but I never ever went into the room. I had a feeling that I wouldn't like I would see behind that door but little did I know that it would completely break me.

As I opened the door to her room, I saw her lying peacefully on her bed. I sighed in relief when I saw her lying down on her bed.
I called out her name and told her that had had enough sleep and that it was time to wake up while opening her curtains for some rays of light to enter her room.

She had always been a light sleeper so even if I didn't call out her name, the rustling of the curtains should have awoken her from her slumber.

But she didn't even move. It was then my heart began to race fast. She didn't move an inch. I moved slowly towards her bed and called her name but no answer. I made a move to touch her hands but they were terribly cold. It brought goosebumps all over my body and it was then that I knew that she was no longer with us.

"No no no. You have to wake up. You can't sleep for this long. You have to wake up Mrs Goldy. You cant leave me! Please wake up." I mumbled as tears streamed down my face. I knew the truth but I refused to accept it. I dialed the emergency number and told them what had happened.

They sent an ambulance to the house seven minutes later. I was distraught and didn't know what to do. I didn't notice the tears streaming down my face as they asked if I was her son. I gave a shaky answer and gave them her children's numbers.

It was inevitable and it happened to every living thing. Mrs Goldy had died that day. It was like a curse. Everyone who I cared about left me one by one. I could feel myself slipping into the darkness that I tried to push away day by day.

"Everything happens for a reason." I always told myself but this was all getting too much.

I cried all night as I thought of being alone. The last standing figure in my life had fallen into the oblivion.
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