Lies Written by the Stars

Chapter 1: A Nightmare   ELLE'S POV   I walk through the stairs. Not thinking and just letting my feet drag me anywhere else, where there is nobody that could judge me, find me or even see me. I walk upstairs as I continue to think, think about the things that occurred years ago… Things that are clouding my mind, things that has bugged me every time, every single time that I am starting to be close to someone again. Doubts! f*****g doubts! Why am I feeling this way? I should have forgotten that already.    And as I continue to question myself, I came near to a door that is creaked open.   Why is this open? Maybe someone left this one unlocked, I thought- as I peeked through the door. But before I could see through, my eyes squinted at the sudden brightness from a fallen star.   Huh, that’s odd. I thought, and then I looked through the door.   Then suddenly, all my problems were set aside for the meantime in what I just saw right now. I blinked as I try to see if I had just imagined that. But there is somebody else here. A man, there is a man, I am sure of that. But I can only see a silhouette of him because of the darkness in the sky, the glum of the surroundings with the moon and the stars that is illuminating over this roof top. There is a man that has his back at me near the railings, he was standing there, and slowly… he started walking.   At first, I am clueless. What is he doing…? Why is he…- then it hit me. My eyes widen in pure shock. Holy s**t, holy mother of--- “DON’T!” I shouted.   And now I am left with a loud thump in my heart.   The man froze, stilled.   Was he able to hear my voice? Should I go in? I breathed in and brought my shaking hands to get a hold of the doorknob and open the door slowly, pushing it open without creating a sound. I exhaled, thinking what to say. Why did I stop him? I should have let him… What?! No! Get a grip Elle, I thought. Who in the right mind would not?! Is he an i***t or something?! Why would he commit such thing? I am so annoyed right now.  Come on. Even though you have a lot of problems, you are supposed to face and fix it not run from it, damn it!   I did not realize that I have walked halfway from where I have been earlier. I stopped, assessing the surroundings.   This is the rooftop. The wind is whispering through my skin, giving me a shiver. So is he trying to jump from here? Seriously, he heard me earlier right? But then he still has the audacity to have his back from me? Why isn’t he looking here? Is he still thinking of committing a suicide?!   I dashed throughout the way, cutting the long distance between us. I stood up at his side, not yet looking and feeling very pissed at him.   “Why the hell are you here?! Standing near those railings? Are you out of your mind?! Why would you jump? Do you want to die? SERIOUSLY ARE YOU AN i***t?!!” I turned at him as I finished the last sentence and I gasped.   What…?   I cannot utter a single word at what I saw. The confidence, the courage a while ago, they were all gone as I saw his face, it is ridiculous. He was looking at me straight through my eyes. It was too much, it is piercing; such empty eyes, such darkness. I looked away as I feel my knees debilitate on its accord. I brought my shaking hands to my mouth, to hide the quivering of my lips. I want to hide right now, from him.   I took a step back, then another step, and another. Okay, last step and I am seriously running my way out of here. I did my part right? I had stopped him from what he is trying to do. I tried to take another step. Yes, I tried. But he was now facing me, he took a hold of my elbow, and I shivered, and if it is even possible, my heartbeat quickened more. And his face, there it is again. Jesus Christ! I can’t describe it.   What does he want? I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face. Then realizing that closing my eyes is the most idiotic thing to do in this situation, I opened my eyes; feeling very alarmed. But too late, his face was now an inch away from me. I gasped, my mouth opening a little as I try to catch my breath. My heart is now hammering in my chest. This is crazy. I tried to step away again but he won’t let go.   “Don’t.” I said.   A single word that holds a lot of requests, don’t hold me, touch me. Don’t look at me. I look at him waiting for his answer but his face never changed.   This is… I yanked my arm away from him but his grip only tightened. I squirmed, feeling very hurt. I can’t look at him anymore. His face, why is he like that? He was about to commit a suicide right? I never thought that I would be this scared in my life. With the last strength I have, last bravery and last courage- I looked at him again, through his eyes.   The man I saw a while ago is just a high school boy, wearing the very same uniform that I am wearing right now. But that is not the point; the whole point is his face. I cannot understand it.   “Why…” I hear myself utter.   Because the man I stopped earlier is smiling, smiling widely. Dry bloods are evident on his face. I look at his hands and immediately looked at his face again. If it is even possible, I saw his smile grew wider. His hands… his hands… it was covered with blood.   I paled, my body going on hysterics. I can feel myself getting weaker and weaker. The questions, the adrenaline… the flash of emotions: sadness, anger, disbelief, shock and most of all, the fear.   I feel exhausted, and I can feel myself losing control over my own body. And his face, his ridiculous face, the empty eyes with his smile, that smile is the last thing I saw as I feel my body giving up.   Then everything went black.