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The bulb on our floor has started flickering again.
Our flat neighbors have moved out recently leaving the floor just to ourselves.
I unlock the door through the set of keys I carry with me all the time, drenched in rainwater.
It's a relief that I'll be here alone for a few days now. At least I'll be able to drown in my own actions now without any disturbances.
It was just the first day and I feel so sick inside.
No matter how much I try I cannot ignore the fact that it all is happening because of what I did back then.
Walking into the bathroom I started pulling off my uniform one by one.
There is this one part of me that believes that this enduring might be a way of getting rid of the immense guilt I have been unconsciously holding on to for all these long years.
I step into the sizzling hot shower.
A sober groan leaves my dry throat as I trace the mark near the side of my neck.
Pulling the wet damp hair on the other side I let the pain of the wound run off with the stress.
I let out a heavy sigh.
The hazy portrait of my mother appeared in front of my teary eyes.
If you were here, would you hate me too?
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I was a bit too emotional when I walked out of the bathroom covered in the soft towel when the grumpy face of the coach almost repeated his words in my ear.
"WHAT DO I DO ABOUT THE UNIFORM TOMORROW?"
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"Shhh"
The librarian lady hissed as I struggled to close the entrance door of the library behind me.
"The door is too old for not making a single noise"
I whispered to her before pushing it back rigorously, giving rise to the hoarse noise.
She shook her head in disapproval as I apologized inaudibly.
Her whispered taunts did not, although, stop.
I looked around for a while and not more than three students sat at the desks. They didn't mind the noise much, did they?
After noticing their silent glares my way, I disappeared into the shelved maze.
Looks like they did.
The day so far in school has been busy. The good news for me is that no one got the chance to pull a fight with me.
It looked like In-sung was deliberately avoiding me today.
What more could I ask for?
The class monitor along with In-sung has been very busy today with the farewell ceremony of the seniors, to which we are not invited yet.
A few girls, although, did whisper something to me while I entered the class after spending a long lonely canteen hour but I didn't bother to listen carefully. So that's a win.
The last period like yesterday, was PT and I did not dare enter the court without the uniform today.
I heard there was a combined class today thus among the crowd of so many, no one would notice my absence.
It took me a long time to trace the library in these two jumbo-sized school buildings but finally after researching a lot, I finally found it.
"It is really displeasing to see that they have no good books here..."
I audibly showcased my disbelief as I searched through the new narrow lane of old books at the corner of the floor.
While I stepped to the side to approach a book that looked ethereal from afar, my foot tripped on a pair of legs that showed no signs of its existence before.
My face fell on my arms while my knees struck on the hard floor making my bones shudder a bit.
"Ouch"
I groan in pain while trying to detangle that one foot from mine.
"What do you think you are doing geek?"
A dreamy deep voice says as the invading foot rolls up giving rise to the half-asleep face of a guy I assume was bunking a certain class like I was.
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TO BE CONTINUED