Nethania

Chapter 6: Small Pointy Letter

MARGARET

I PUSHED hard against the cafeteria door and never cared to close it. I was so embarrassed and humiliated in front of the students in the cafeteria. I couldn't take this! That b*tch wanted to ruin my reputation as a cheerleader! I've been the Alviana's Star since our cheerleading group won first prize in a national cheerleading contest, and it was a dream come true for me.

I strode along the hallway with eyes squinted in anger and lips twisted in annoyance. I eyed everyone with a sharp glare.

"Margaret! Margaret, please slow down!"

I heard Tyrone's husky voice echoing across the hallway. I simply rolled my eyes and shrugged and continued to stride my way out of here. He didn't care to back me up from the squabble earlier. I was waiting for him to argue with them, but it turned out that I was the only one who dared to fight against those brats!

"Margaret, where are you going?" I stopped when he pulled my arm toward him. I tried to shrug off his grip, but he wouldn't let go.

I faced him, frowning. "What do you want?" I asked with arching brows. Still, his hand was holding my wrist. Since he didn't want to let go, I'll let him do that.

"Why did you walk out?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

I didn't know that this guy was this dumb. Didn't he hear what the conversation had turned out? My ex-boyfriend just slipped in front of me and then he never bothered himself to save me. What kind of boyfriend is he? He should take care of me. He must do his part as my boyfriend, but he merely stood behind me, pretending that no quarrel had happened.

"What were you expecting, that I stay there and swallow all the embarrassment that jerk caused? You didn't even come to my defense! You dumb!" I roared. "Let go of me!" I tried to escape from his grip, but he tightened his grip even more.

He looked around, so I did the same. Students began looking at us with curiosity and some of them stood at a distance to watch us and listen to what we were saying.

"Let's go somewhere else, Margaret," he said deeply. He dragged me, without considering that I was wearing high-heeled stilettos. His steps were long and fast and I felt like I was walking on fire! Tiptoeing my way following him.

"Can you slow down? My wrist and feet are aching!" I yelled. My lips were twisting and my eyes couldn't leave the pavement.

"Here," he said. We stopped and he pulled me to face him. I nearly slammed my hand on the wall, but I recovered my balance. We were at the rear part of the stock room.

I raised my eyebrows. "Now what?"

He sighed and c****d his head. "I have nothing to apologize for, Margaret—"

"Excuse me? How—"

"Let me finish!"

My mouth zipped when he snapped. I stared at him and my heart was racing in anger.

He bit his lower lip. "Do you know why I didn't fight back? Do you know why I just stood behind you? Do you even know who Avia is?" He pointed his finger at me.

I shook my head slowly. "What about her? She's not the matter here, Tyrone!"

I knew Avia by her face. She was the girl in the clinic when Jamsen brought me with him there. She didn't look too pretty or beautiful. I didn't like the way she talked to us. I didn't know her well! I only knew people at my level and knowing someone wasn't my kind was such a shame to me.

"Do you know her?" He asked.

"Yes! She's stupid!" I blatted out. "A big headed celebrity wannabe—"

"You don't know what you're talking about!" he cut me off. He averted his gaze and scratched his head annoyingly, then stared at me again, clenching his jaw.

"Then why are you so ballistic?" I folded my arms across my chest. "Who do you love? Me or that Avia?"

That Avia was getting between us, yet, in fact, she didn't have any part in our relationship.

His face went timid and soft, then he pointed at me. "Of course, you, but I'm prioritizing my studies too." His voice trailed off.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes squinted. "I know Avia has nothing to do with your academics."

Yeah, he was studying on his own and Avia had absolutely nothing to do with his studies, unless she funded Tyrone's education here, and if that happened, I would pity Tyrone for being poor.

"No you're wrong!" He exploded. I even moved my feet backwards because of his loud voice that shocked me. "Avia is the daughter of the school's owner and his friends belong to families who have large shares in this school. Do you know what you will get by messing with them?" His hands moved faster while talking and his eyes widened while spatting every word from his mouth.

What the hell? So what if she was the heiress? I had my own wealth and I had my family's prestige too.

"You'll get expelled! And I couldn't afford to lose my studies because of trivial quarrels of childish minds!" He continued with the same tone of voice. "Now you know why I didn't stand for you," he mumbled.

Oh... what kind of man is he? What kind of man lets his girlfriend be embarrassed in front of people? I thought he was better than Jamsen.

"Then you're useless!" I pushed him right in his chest that made him step backwards. "Dumbly useless. I shouldn't have had you as my boyfriend! I thought you were cool and strong, but in fact, you're weak! You're afraid of someone who could expel you. What a shame!" I fumed, gritting my teeth.

I should have chosen Austin over him. I'd made a wrong decision. He's not right for me. He didn't deserve me.

His feet carried him closer to me. His hand reached mine and began caressing it while his eyes were intently looking at me. "But you still love me, right? I simply can't afford to fight with them. I can't risk my studies—"

"No! I can't love a person like you!" I hissed, pulling back my hand from his. "It's clear that you don't know how to save your girl!"

His lips began to curl into a small smile and he c****d his head. He was like a psycho, playing with me. "So you just love me because you saw that I could save you? That I could make someone's nose bleed just for you?" he sneered, still keeping that mocking smile on his lips. "I can do that! I will do that, just don't leave me," he added.

I shook my head aggressively. "I don't love you anymore! Get lost!" I exclaimed.

When I was about to turn my back to him, he quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me, but I swiftly pushed him hard, loosening his grip, so I escaped.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

He recovered his balance and began walking toward my spot. "I don't want you to leave me!" he bellowed.

His stare became deadly sharp and he tightened his jaw. His hands were rolled into firm fists. My system began to breakdown. I was stiffened and my eyes were nailed to him. I could barely feel my feet.

"Margaret, you even said to me that we were inseparable, and you're telling me right now that you're breaking up with me? That's insane! I won't let you do that," he said, making his way closer to me.

My mind was urging me to run away, but I couldn't feel my body. I kept staring at him like he was controlling my soul and hypnotizing my system.

The wind grew colder and blew harder. It made our hair dance along with the wind. When he was about to grab my shoulders, I felt a strong voltage of energy that fueled my muscles and shrugged his hand off me. My feet carried my body at extreme speed.

He changed. His serious face became dreadfully more serious and even scarier for a lady like me. He was likely to be a psychopath, ready to kill his victim. Of course, it's absurd to think about it, but I couldn't help but think about it!

I found myself reaching for the doorknob of our dormitory, known as Dorm 2F. I stopped when I realized that I was too far from him and he wasn't following me at all. I looked around the small lawn in front of the dormitory. No one was wandering around, except those students who lived in the same dormitory as me.

I caressed my chest with my palm. I was breathing heavily and panting after I ran away from the stockroom. I didn't know if he followed me or headed in the other direction but what's important right now is that I escaped from him. If I knew that he was that kind of man before, I wouldn't have let myself get attached to him.

Since I was a bit traumatized by the event awhile ago, I decided to relieve myself in my room. Maybe a glass of water would give me a soothing effect. I need a calm and silent environment before I go out to class later.

I went into the dormitory and headed straight to the stairs.

"Hey, Margaret!" I heard Anna, my roommate, call my name from the kitchen. I turned to her and, without any words, I walked toward the kitchen and faced her.

"You look terrified. What happened?" her brows knitted and her hands reached for my hair to fix it.

"Nothing." My lips formed a small smile. "I simply ran away from my bizarre fans out there."

"Oh I see. But you're used to it. Is one of your fans trying to scare you with a bunch of autographs?" she chortled, reaching for a glass and filling it with cold water. "Here, drink this."

I smiled, but I was still panting. I never felt tired when I ran, but I severely felt exhausted when I reached the dormitory. I held the glass and drank its content. I felt relieved somehow, but the thought that Tyrone was still lingering around the campus was making my system shivered.

I'm still his girlfriend, am I? I leaned my back against the counter and placed the glass on it.

"You're not okay, Margaret. I can feel it. Maybe take some rest in your room," Anna advised, patting my shoulder. I nodded and began walking.

She opened the door and we went in. I sat on my bed, looking below. I felt the mattress move. Anna sat beside me. "Some relationships didn't last long, Margaret. I know you haven't let go of the past yet, but please forget about him. He's gone," she said when she caught me staring at a picture frame with a man's face imprinted on it.

"I hope you will take my advice now. I'm telling you this for the nth time. I know no one can replace him, but please let yourself have a break and move on. I'm going out now, have a calm rest," she ran her hand through my hair and left the room.

Richie was my first love, my first boyfriend, and once my bestfriend. He was my knight in shining armor. Whenever I got bullied, he was there to back me up. He loved me even more than his life. But one fateful night, he died in a car crash, but I did not believe it. I knew someone set up his accident to kill him.

I felt so lonely at that time. That feeling that no one was there for you when you were already used to being loved every day in your life, was so depressing.

I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. F*ck it! I was getting bored. I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed and crossed my arms across my chest. I had nothing to do here. I couldn't flirt. I couldn't gossip and I couldn't mingle with people I love!

"What are you doing, Margaret? You shouldn't be afraid of Tyrone! He was nothing and all you had to do was to ignore him and act like nothing happened," I encouraged myself.

I picked up my phone on the side table. I turned it on and an app named Read101 instantly caught my attention. My friend told me that if I had a hard time or wanted to get out of reality, I'd just install this app and read fiction stories, so I took her advice and had it installed on my phone.

I opened the app and one story popped up directly on my screen. It was entitled Angel's Misery. I got an urge to read it but it had few reads. I doubted opening the story, but reads doesn't matter, they say.

"The Angel's Misery," I mumbled. "I wonder who is the author." I clicked on the story info and I saw the name of the author. "Chubbynitta, huh."

I opened the story and began reading it. I was nearly halfway when I heard something knocking on the window pane. I wasn't sure if it was a person, an animal or a thing, and there wasn't even a tree standing behind the window.

I placed my phone on the bed and checked the window to see if anything had fallen from above. My eyebrows knitted when I noticed nothing. I began to feel weird. Hey! I was living on the third floor and I didn't have a balcony either! Oh, s**t. I placed my hand on my forehead while shaking my head in disbelief.

I heaved a goosey sigh and sat on my bed. I picked up my phone and stared at the screen.

At all times, I am struggling.

I almost dropped my phone and freaked out when I heard another knock on the window pane. This time it was hard and louder.

"Hey! Stop playing around!" I yelled, a little bit intimadated. I nervily tucked my loose hair behind my ear. If it was a stone which was thrown at my window, it would have shattered and glass pieces would be scattered around here.

I was about to look again at my phone when I immediately turned my head back to the window. "Ahhhh!" I screamed. My mouth gaped and my eyes widened. My heart began to pound hard; my chest constricted that made me breathe with difficulty. My body moved backwards on the bed while staring at the window.

A bloody hand touched the window pane!

The hand print in blood was left on the window pane and the blood was still dripping down on it.

"Margaret! What happened?" The door bulged open and Anna appeared and rushed to my side. He held both sides of my shoulders. "Hey, look at me, Margaret!"

"I, I, saw b-blood on the window," I stammered, directly looking at her and panting heavily.

"Where? I didn't see any blood on it," she said while scrutinizing the window with squinted eyes.

I gasped and immediately got off my bed to see if she was telling the truth.

I stiffened when I saw a spotless, clean window in front of me. I couldn't believe this! I saw it, I swear! I scratched my head and put my hand on my waist. There's no way I'm lying! I saw it! Clearly and vividly.

"No, no, there was blood and it was dripping down the glass!" I exclaimed hysterically.

"No, Margaret. You're just exhausted. Take a lot of rest."

"No. I'm not lying," I muttered. "I'm outta here."

I rushed to the door and left Anna behind. I slammed it and bounded down the stairs.

"Margaret!"

I need to get away from here. That bloody hand gave me shivers. It made my hair stand up and almost made my head explode. Then Anna would just say she didn't see it. C'mon! It was weird to think that someone would touch the window when I was settling on the third floor! That's insane! I didn't even see any faces! Just a hand! Oh, s**t!

I need a drink, alcohol. I wanted to wash away the weird things that happened today. I wanted to indulge myself with alcohol. I was full enough!

I strode down the hallway. Ignoring people from my sight. I am not in the mood right now to entertain them. I slowed down when the realization struck me. This school doesn't have any alcoholic drinks! I stamped my feet in annoyance. I should have remembered it. But I still needed to go to the cafeteria.

"Ahh—mmrmmm!" I screamed when someone grabbed my waist and yanked me inside a small room. I squirmed with all my might, but this creature was just too strong to resist my strength!

I didn't know if this person was a man or a girl! But I was a hundred percent convinced that this person was a strong man!

"Ahmmm! Mmm! Arrmmm!" I wasn't able to scream out loud because of the cloth that was stuck inside my mouth. He tightly held my hand that made my lips twist. My hand was hurting! He tied both of my hands behind my back and slammed me on the floor.

It was painful!

I could feel tears brimming in my eyes as I stared at him. I could barely feel my body.

"Hello, Margaret, we meet again," he said in a distorted voice.

Since the room was dark, I could only recognize that he was wearing a white mask and he had his voice distorted!

"Armmm! Mmrrmmm!"

"I'm your reaper."

Reaper? Is he going to kill me? s**t! I need to get out of here! I couldn't yell words to him right now because of this f*cking cloth! But I felt that something bad would happen to me.

"Look at this baton, Margaret. You aren't using this one, are you? Of course, you're a cheerleader, you only use pom-poms, but pom-poms aren't that painful." He horrendously laughed that made my skin feel creeps. "What will it look like when I use this on you?"

"Mmmmm! Arrmmmm!!" I began to cry while shaking my head rapidly. I tried to move away from him, but I was so weak.

"Ssshhh... This won't take long, but it's gonna be sorely painful."

"Mrmmmm! Arrmmmm!!!"