When The Clock Strikes at 12✔

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#WTCSA12

The head of Chief of Police

Carmela

I am sitting alone at the end of library. Sound of flipping pages and scratches of pens is all I can hear.

I admit I wanted to shut the hell up and will not ask about what happened eleven years ago but I can't stop myself from being curios of everything.

Protect my friends. Protect my friends to whom? We don't even know who is our rival. How do we even know if we keep stopping ourselves to know what really happened eleven years ago?

Well what do really happened eleven years ago?

If they choose to stop themselves from knowing what happened in the past then it's not the same to me. I wanted to investigate for me to be clear what is happening currently. So that I can be aware. I know where and to whom I am protecting my friends.

But is it really me who needs to protect them?

Hinilig ko ang ulo ko sa lamesa. The library was filled in silence.

What if my life is just like this library too? No killings. No worries. Just peace.

Impossible.

I was about to close my eyes when someone barge in library loudly causing some students too lost their focus in what they are doing.

"Shh!" Saway ng librarian.

It was Jc who barge in. Ewan ko ba sa babeng to alam naman niyang nasa library kami kailangan pang gumawa ng ingay papasok. Jc is Jc.

"Carmela!"

"Shh!"

Napa peace sign naman si Jc dahil sa kalokohang ginawa. Hindi ko din alam kung bakit siya nandito e class hours ngayon. And yes. Nag cutting ako dahil gusto ko munang magpalamig ng ulo ko. Hindi ko kayang i absorb lahat ng nangyayari sa utak ko ngayon.

It's too much to handle. Ano na lang kaya kung malaman ko ang nangyari eleven years ago? Baka sunogin ko pa ang sarili ko sa nang wala sa oras pag nalaman ko ang totoo.

"What?" Inis na bulong ko kay Jc nang makalapit at maka upo ito sa tabi ko

I need peace right now. Pero hindi ko na iyon malalasap dahil ang dakilang daldalera ng tropa ay andito na sa tabi ko.

"Nuod tayo."

"Ng alin?"

"Volleyball."

Kumunot naman agad ang noo ko sa narinig. Volleyball? Again diba Class Hours ngayon? Paano magkaroon ng volleyball game?

Aangal na sana ako dahil hindi ko type manuod ng mga churva ek ek na volleyball na iyan pero huli na dahil nahawakan na ni Jc ang pulupulsohan at kinaladkad palabas ng library.

Litteral na kaladkad.

"Sino ba kasi ang naglalaro doon?" Inis kong tanong habang nananakbo kami papunta sa Gymnasium.