Chapter 57

KIRA:
I cannot seem to get the picture out of my head. I mean, it has been like an hour since I witnessed something I would call the tragedy of the century for me, but it feels fresh in my mind.
The corpse. Yes, the unmoving body was a corpse. That was the first time I would witness a dead body but the state in which I saw that body was traumatizing. And I’m certain that for the rest of the week, I will not be able to get over it.
“Get your head straight before you bump into something,” the voice of Kelvin rings in my ear as I feel a force putting me on track. Let us just say I was saved from almost getting my head set straight by a tree, all thanks to Kelvin’s hand.
“Sorry,” I say as I move away from the path of the tree, glancing in his direction for a split second with an apologetic look.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asks, looking a bit confused.
“I made you take the force of the blow,” I look at his hand when I say that. It doesn’t look bruised or anything but I sense he would feel a little pain from the impact he made while helping me.
He snickers and looks away from me while walking ahead. I quickly hasten my pace so I could catch up with him because the way I am feeling now, I sure would not want to be left behind on this lonely path back to my home.
We were sent back home. Yes, every one of the students. The scene we witnessed was tragic enough and the management had no choice but to call it a day for every one of us.
Gosh, the fact that the body was something I cannot describe is what is making me feel this nauseated. There was hardly any way one could recognize who the body belongs to because of the terrible state. It was as if the body was plummeted.
“Kelvin, is that what you meant when you said danger was lurking around the school?” I ask Kelvin. But my voice was not even any close to sounding confident because I am shit scared right now.
I should not even be talking about what I saw but if I don't, I will not be able to get it out of my head. I know myself already.
“I guess so,” Kelvin says. “Perhaps that is the beginning of what may come our way if we do not take the right step in vacating the school.”
“But what if it was something else? What if it had nothing to do with the substance? It could just have happened, you know. Perhaps as an act of revenge or something on the one who we all saw there.”
The way Kelvin looks at me after that makes me start to question myself if I was even still sane. Because the rate at which I was looked at was nothing close to being good. Especially when I feel like my thoughts are in disarray at the moment.
“Kira, don’t be naive. You cannot tell me that you think it just happened out of revenge. What revenge would make one do such to another? Did you not take a good look at the body? At how plummeted it was? It was like a living day hell to even look at. So why would you think that such was just out of revenge?”
My thoughts go back to the scene in the mini combat room. The girl that had been sobbing over the body was one of the seniors. She was among the popular ones which was why I instantly recognized her. But the body we saw, I am not sure I have an idea. At least I didn’t until rumors started spreading around about whose body it was.
The rumor I heard was that it was the body of a senior as well and that the senior had been missing for a whole day when her friend, the girl we found crying, found her in there. According to the rumors within the last hour of being in school, it was said that the mini combat class was held yesterday and that was the last place the girl who was found in the state was last seen.
“There was no blood.” I suddenly blurt out, catching the attention of Kelvin who looks at me the instant I said that.
“What?” he demands to know what I am referring to, I presume.
“The body,” I say while staring back at him, “there was no blood found. How could a body be found in such a devious state and yet no blood was found around there?”
My question takes Kelvin into a state of reasoning. I could tell from his face because he looks like he www thinking about it already.
I had not thought about that before until now. I realized now that there was actually no way to tell what had really been about the body. Yes, it looked like she had been devoured upon or something, but if it was like a massacre, why then was there no evidence of blood there?
“Seems strange to me now that I think of it,” was Kelvin’s response about a while later. He still has the look of speculation mounted on his face as we both continue to stride along. “And truly there was no evidence of blood there. If I am to guess what had happened, I would say that whoever had victimized the body had done it somewhere else and then dumped the body there. But I will not bet on that given the state the mini combat room was found. It was a disaster which means a bit of struggle must have happened before the whole thing went haywire.”
The explanation summed up the whole thing that I have in mind about the occurrence in that room. Yes, it was kind of hard to make sense of but that would be a logical explanation as well.
“So are we going to say that she had no blood in her?”
Kelvin shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That is not what I am concluding on. I have not gotten the bigger picture yet but it certainly isn’t what you just said.”
That was going to be my last straw on the topic. I am not going over it again. At least not now. It was sickening. The whole topic surrounding it at the moment was sickening and I still have the feeling to throw up, especially if I continue speaking about it.
We both continue to walk but this time in silence. I am surprised that he is even taking the time to walk with me when about two hours ago, he was hellbent on ignoring me. I guess things could change with time.
I recall a question that I had asked him before the whole change of events at school. And so I decided to bring it back on the table because I will not be satisfied until I have gotten my answer from him.
“Kelvin?” I call his name and he looks to the side with his brows raised questioningly.
“Yeah?”
“You still haven’t answered my question,” I say and it further increases the questioning look on his face.
“What question is that?” he demands.
“The one that has to do with the hallucinations I talked to you about,”
The realization dawns on him instantly. The switch in his expression was enough to let me know that he recalls the conversation that we were having before the issue that made us stop.
With that, he looks away. From the side of his face, I could notice the hint of reluctance on him. Why doesn’t he want to talk about it? That was the same way he had reacted when I had also asked him the first time.
“Do you feel uncomfortable with my question?” I have to ask because I do not in any way like the scenario that is playing out right about now. It makes me feel like I am bugging him by asking him such and I do not want any of that.
He declines by shaking his head. “Not at all,” he says. However, the reluctance is laced in his tone. Now I am curious as hell to know what is making him react that way.
“Then why don’t you want to talk?”
He sighs. It is sort of a deep one that is letting me in on how much emotions he has stored in him.
“Because I have no idea how I am going to tell you that I have been experiencing the same thing,”
I first processed what he said and before I knew it, I realized that he just told me that he has been having the same thing as me.
“Are you confirming to me now that you have been having the same hallucinations?”
With a nod, he says, “Yes.”
“Then why are you so reluctant to tell?” I ask, trying to make sense of his attitude.
“Well, unlike yours, mine has a different message to it.”