Chapter 18

                                    

                                          
A/N: Yeah, Nothing interesting I can say, really...Just, nah, I won't bother with it for now. *Sigh*
                          
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Sweat rolled down my forehead to my chin. I kept digging and digging, making the whole deeper. When I deemed that it was deep enough, I took the bloodied blankets and the cut off limbs of Dad, burying it. I held his head in my palms, his hollow dead eyes looking at me straight. I looked away and threw dad's head in the pile of limbs and blankets. I took the shovel again and placed all the soil back, covering everything. 
                          
If Rin ever asks, I'll lie to her. I have too. It didn't occur to me that the chopped off arm in the flower pot is still in Dad's room...
                          
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I've been on edged since that day. I can't relax anymore. I became suspicious of everyone, fearing that they would find out sooner or later. Just a single touch from them would make me go riggid and cautious. This wasn't like me. I've never been so scared of everyone before. I can tell that my friends are getting worried about me, but they don't need to know, especially Rin.
                          
"Hey? Hey Len? Are you listening to a word I said?"
                          
I snapped out of my trance and looked at Miku waving her hands in front of me.
                          
"Sorry, what did you say?"
                          
She frowned at me for a split second before it turned back into one of her usual smiles, without giving me a head lock first for not listening to her.
                          
"As I was saying, did you see the news? Someone got murdered in an abandoned alleyway! I couldn't get a glimpse of what that person looked like but he looked like a male."
                          
Dread came over me. I felt something inside me stir and I couldn't help but fidget nervously. Miku opened her mouth again to say something but to my luck, the bell rang signalling for afternoon classes to start. All of us bid goodbye and went to our respective subject. Mine is English with Luka today.
                          
I sat at the back, everyone is here except for Luka. She was unusually late today. She isn't like this. It's rather odd.
                          
The door slid open, showing Luka, her eyes red and swollen as if she were crying and a tissue clutched tightly on her right hand. She went to the front, blowing her nose with the tissue before she gazed at all of us. Her eyes were glazed, ready to cry.
                          
"I have some very grave news, class...Mr.Gackupo, was killed in the abandoned alleyway yesterday last night...I-I'm sorry, please excuse me," Luka ran out of the classroom, her sobs heard very faintly.
                          
I swallowed the lump I had on my throat. I felt like vomiting. Did the dream I had last night, could it be a coincidence with Gackup dying? It couldn't be! It just couldn't. But why do I get the feeling that, the boy who I saw in the dream that looked exactly like me but with blood red eyes be the one that killed Gackupo?
                          
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A/N: Yeah, short I know. But please vote and comment and maybe I'll think of updating more often. See you!