It's been a week since the classes started and i'm starting to get used to the treatments i'm getting from my co-students. I started spending all of my vacant times on the library to avoid everyone. Serious discussion already begin as well and as much as i wanted to give my best on oral discussion i've been trying my to hold. I don't want their attention to be focused on me.
"The brain is a very complex organ. It controls and coordinates everything from the movement of your fingers to your heart rate. The brain also plays a crucial role in how you control and process your emotions. Can anyone tell this class, what is the name of the system responsible for our behavioral and emotional responses?"
Limbic system
I looked at my classmates and they were all looking down, trying to hide their heads so they won't be called. Tss! Brainless, privileged kids.
"No one? Honestly, i don't know how you people graduated from highschool! Ms. Fritts, since you're the only one who doesn't look you wanna run maybe you know the answer." I looked at our professor and then to my classmates. They are now looking at me like they want to throw me out of the building. I heaved a deep breath.
"It's called the limbic system which is consisted of the hypothalamus that's responsible for the s****l responses, hormone release and the regulation of the body temperature. The hippocampus which helps and preserves our memory and plays a role in how we understand the spatial dimention our environment. Then there's the amygdala which helps coordinate our responses to things in our environment, especially those that triggers emotions. Lastly is the limbic cortex which is consisted of two structures; the cingulate system and parahippocampal gyrus. Together, they impact mood, motivation and judgement." Our professor smiled.
"I knew you are a very intelligent, Ms. Fritts." He said smiling.
Bitch!
Slut!
Whore!
I looked to the floor when i heard their whispers. I knew they will be unhappy.
"All of you! Detention 2 hours! After classes. Here!"
I immediately looked up to our professor with a wide eye. Why? Why would he do that?! I then tried to look at my classmates and they are all mad at me. Some of them looks like they want to kill me. s**t!
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On my way to the university gate i saw a group of student looking at me like they want to kill me. I ignored them the best i could. I just want to go home peacefully. But few feet away from the gate of the university i felt sudden impact that made me fall to the ground.
Everybody's looking at me like i deserve what just happened. Some of them even looked like they enjoyed what they saw. I even heard some of them calling me stupid as if this was my fault. Jesus! What is wrong with these people!?
"Ouch!" I scanned the area but the guy who ran into me is nowhere to be found. My but hurts for kissing the cemented ground hard. I know it wasn't an accident so i decidedto let go. As i was about to stand up i felt someone pushed be back down.
"What are you doing there smart girl? I think you found your perfect place." She's one of my classmates in psychology.
"Please, i don't want any trouble. I just want to go home." I pleaded as i triedto stand up again.
"Oh, we don't want any trouble too. But you really should stay down. It suits you." She pushed me down again.
I clenched my fist in anger. Never in my whole life that i fought back whenever i was being bullied. I always choose to walk away because i know that if i fight back they will just keep coming at me. But could i continue to walk away if they don't stop? I tried to stand up again. There i catched a glimpse of someone who's not supposed to be here. But as soon as i saw him, he was gone.
"I said stay down!" She grabbed my hair and pushed me to the ground. My scalp is already hurting and i was about to force her hands off my hair when a commotion started.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"What the f**k!"
"Oh my god!"
"Call the police! Call the police now!"
Everyone's attention turned to the direction where the commotion is coming from. We saw 4 students coming out of the university's garbage site. They all looked shocked and afraid with what they saw.
A few minutes later, the police came and dispersed the students gathered outside the garbage site who were being blocked by the university janitors and guards.
"Back off people! This is police business! Back off now!" A police ordered the students. Some of the followed and left but some, like me, just stepped back.
My curiosity got the best of me and so i walked cautiously towards the corner of the building, behind the tall trees to the right side of the garbage site. There were a total of 4 policemen and they were all busy trying to scan the area and control the curious students.
"Requesting for back up and forensics immediately. We've got a possible murder case inside the Wilson University. I repeat, we need back up and forensics immediately. We've got a possible murder inside the Wilson University." I heard one of the police talked on his radio. Possible murder? What the hell!
Quietly, i headed to the garbage corner. Hoping no one would notice me. How can someone be murdered inside the university? I don't understand but i feel so afraid to know the victim was. My heart was pounding against my chest and my throat is so dry.
5 feet away from the black, tall garbage bin i saw a hand. 3 feet away and i already notice a moon tattoo near his thumb. I feel like i'm getting sick because of the putrid smell and anxiety. I know that moon tattoo. 1 feet away and i am looking at a blonde, spiked hair. I stopped on my tracks.
No! This can't be!
Though my mind tells me to back away and go home my body move closer to the garbage bin. There i saw a man i've met a week ago. My tears started to fall. I can't believe what my eyes saw. That's impossible. Who would've done that to him?
"Hey you! You're not suppose to be in there!" A police officer grabbed my arm and walked me towards the rest of the students. I can still fe my body trembling in disbelief.
"You! You killed him! You're a killer! You're crazy and a killer!"