It hurt to know that in the inside, I was just ice but now it was on the outside, too. Talissa had suddenly stopped feeling hurt and continued to be her jolly self but she had to abandon me because sometimes she had things and I didn't and it was never the other way round because I have always been anti-social due to Maurelle.
After a few lessons, lunch began and Talissa had Creative Writing Club. I would go but sometimes I feel like the breaks I have in school are the only times I can sit and feel the breeze blow through strands of my hair and not have the temptation to die before Maurelle makes me. Suicide wasn't an option. It never was until I found out how I was going to die. But I need to be heard. Make the most of the time I have left. My life may sound stupid, boring, dark, depressing and it is, but the world will go on. Nothing will stop it, not even a death.
I sat, perched on a brick wall, outside our science block, biting and swallowing down my feta salad. I could feel the coldness of Maurelle's see-through rags pass by my back, sending shivers down my spine. Hearing her breath against my neck, warned me she was about to speak. Then a small croak left her dry lips, "some murder because of love, some murder because it's important, some murder because their nature. Pity the victim of what they don't get, pity the murderer for what they should live with." I hear her recite every word, with thought.
"By Maria Sudibyo?" I ask, still gazing at the small field in front of me, filled with kids playing football. I hear a slight groan as to agree. I tilt my head to the sandwich package in front of me, tear welling up as my eyes force them to stay. Stay; why can't I stay, here, on earth and not become someone like Maurelle. I don't want to be in the position that Maurelle is in right now.
"When's it going to happen?" She floats, swiftly, in front of me, blocking my view of the field. I watch her slow movements, so old and crooked. "Cannot tell!" She barks. But then she pauses, "...soon."
"Soon! SOON! Maurelle, it's my death. I deserve to know when I'm going to die!" I yell, forgetting I'm in public.
"I will not cry at your grave, it was my duty, but if I have the chance to save, it will be your cruelty." Maurelle recites.
"My cruelty?" I chuckle, coldly, "you're the one killing me! But it's your duty, I know..."
But she can save me. There's a chance she can save me. Maybe I don't know everything that's going to happen to me.
"May I ask...?" I began, half worried. Maurelle paused, instantly, from her constant floating which was like a hobby because she did it everyday and practically whenever I saw her. But it could also be a habit or another forced gesture like her murderous actions which are soon to approach.
"Are their specific names to call...you. Things like you, sorry?" I asked, muscles tensing and tightening. I hadn't asked her a question in ages and if she answered I would be lucky and could have the chance to ask more so I would be very desperate.
"Spooks!" She grunted; I was lucky. Pushing my luck, I asked another, "Why am I the one to have to go through the haunting and, you know, the death?" I almost whimpered. I watched her mouth, not opening to speak, no trail of sound escaping. I pursed my lip and squinted-it is my death, I deserve to know. However, her cracked lips stayed shut.
After struggling off the brick wall, I tossed my lunch package into the forest green bin and rolled my eyes at the amount of litter scattered around it. Before I took a bite out of the apple I was eating, which I had taken out after binning my salad package and the small debate in my head over eating a Cadbury's chocolate bar or a Pink Lady apple, I heard a sort of wine from Maurelle. "Blood." She finally explained. It wasn't much but it explained a lot. Her answer to my question of why I was the one to be haunted was blood. It made so much sense. Blood.