Caring less for my dirtied soaked shoes, I drag my feet toward the bus stand a few kilometers away from the school. I think I have run far enough, even if he catches up with me, there is nothing he can do to me in the public.
Shivers wouldn't stop running over my body, trembled even in my breath, panting out of air. I take a seat to catch my breath, hugging myself hoping it can reduce the chills I feel.
It takes a few minutes to calm myself when I spotted a black sedan pulling over from the corner of my eyes, I start panicking as I heard the door pushed open and someone is descending. My very first instinct is to escape, running wildly in the opposite direction without even looking back.
The footsteps of the person become intense and I sense that I can never escape this time as he is at last able to grab me by my elbow. I come to a dead-end, left with no choice, covering my ears I shouted to the top of my lungs, conquering the roaring heavy rain.
"Lana Kang! Hey!"
Somebody with a pair of strong arms grasping over my shoulder, making my whole body shake. His voice was getting louder and more forceful for me to hear and recognize the voice I have always known.
"Hey, it's fine. It's me." His voice softens to his usual tone.
"Sam... Samuel.."
Looking up, I never have been so glad to see him for the rest of my life. And for a moment, I don't care if it is wrong to just embrace any boy I meet on the street.
I'm overjoyed that it is him that found me and I'm unsure why am I wailing to my heart content shamefully to his broad hard chest.
"Hey, what's wrong Lana? Whatever is it, it's fine now, I'm here." His hands caress my back, comforting, then, whispered seriously to my ear. "But your drenched uniform is showing your body."
Hearing the fact, I hastily jerked away from him, covering my front body. I have forgotten to take my blazer with me while I'm running for my life!
Samuel Jin and I had been friends since elementary school. We also had been living in the same neighborhood ever since. But as we grow out of our childhood, we stop playing together anymore.
Samuel's dad is one of the legal company board of directors my dad is working with. And I don't need to mention him living in one of the five prestigious mansions that exist in our neighborhood.
Are Samuel and I being together?
Is an impossible distance from the sky and earth.
Being athletic, artistic, and wealthier, he also excels in studies placing only in the first 5th place while I can only maintain my grade at the top 10 from the last place. With this, my feeling for him will only bring shame to his family.
I'm not someone who deserves him, Mom had always reminded me to know where I stand. Thus, I rather stay away from him before its getting uncontrolled.
"Gosh, why are you being careless, here use this." He said, taking off his blazer to put over me. "Don't worry about a thing. Come, Uncle Lee will be sending us home today, " He continued, Uncle Lee is their family chauffeur. "It's raining you should listen to me to go home together just now. Gosh, you are such a headstrong."
Samuel somehow sounds like a fussy big brother to me, but magically it doesn't irritate me at all. I wish that he take care of only me, but Samuel being considerate and humble, does this to everyone else. Sadly, it's not that I'm special to him that he treated me well all the time being.
It's just his nature...
"Thank you, " I replied, hypnotized by his kind gestures. He is always offering me a ride, some of the days I manage to get away with Naomi Jang by my side. But today is a little bit unusual for my condition. "I'm going to soak your car, it's embarrassing... I should be fine waiting here for the bus."
"Gosh, don't bother, or else I will have to drag you myself into the car, " Samuel insisted. With an umbrella on his other hand, he uses his other free hand pulling me to go along with him.
Gritting my teeth, I hesitantly followed his steps. Instead, the bus or the e-hailing services will be slow during these rainy peak hours, I don't want to risk myself bumping with Mr. Bong anymore.
Shielding me from the rain he opened the door to the backseat and settle himself beside me after. "Sorry for taking your time, Uncle Lee. Something is up with Lana, let's send her home."
"It is alright, its don't bother me at all, Samuel." The middle-aged chauffeur replied with a smile to us. "Let's get you kids home now."
That's Samuel, the guy who had been the warmest I have known from the beginning. Smart, good-looking, and always speaking in a gentle gesture. Tell me, which type of girl can resist him?
But, this rainy day has marked the darkest history of my life.
I couldn't believe myself, even Mr. Bong the school security officer isn't someone who is protecting us. Yet, he bears a hideous intention towards the students under his protection.
I don't belong at home, a school is not a safe place for me either. Even the solace I find in the rain will always remind me of today.
I...
Have nowhere to turn anymore...
Stealing a glance at Samuel, I'm glad he returns. I even don't know what else I can do other than run.
After all, he is here.
My hero, Samuel...
Morning comes rough for me, I woke up soaked in cold sweat and headache. I'm pretty sure I had taken all the safety measures to avoid getting sick from coming home drenched in rain yesterday. But, I guess the incident had messed up my immune system. I have serial nightmares of Mr. Bong chasing after me, and I couldn't forget his sinister sneers that keep echoing in my mind. Forcing myself out of bed, I get ready for school. The whole process takes a ton of my energy, one moment I wanted to give up for school today but then Hansel will be home earlier, and afterward, mom will be restricted to go out to spend time with Hansel. The therapist said bonding time with Hansel is important for his recovery. Go to hell with the advice, Hansel would be glad to torture me for the rest of the day, and then mom will be coming over blaming me for the mess he creates. I guess our age g
A ruckus filled with the shattering voice of cries coveted my eardrums as the dead body splays by their eyes to witness. I couldn't move. Definitely, it was our school security man, MR. BONG. Am I still in one of my continuous nightmares? Please, I wanted to wake up! His pale face indirectly faced me, empty eyes staring back at me, sending churn to the pit of my stomach. Implement a lucid image of his death to the back of my mind. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle a scream while the paramedic roughly snatched the linen, giving me an annoyed glance as he put it back to its place. Did I accidentally injure him? Does he bleed heavily to his death? A shivers run through my spine, thinking, should I look back yesterday, just to make sure he is not hurt anywhere, will he survive? So, now... I'm a m
"Shh... Don't joke on things like this Lana, " Samuel blurted in a half-whispered tone, putting his hand over my lips. "You going to get in trouble." Tears welled up my eyes. I do hope that all of this is only a prank, but Mr. Bong is dead, and I'm officially a criminal. I weakly shove his hand away, "Sam... I'm the last person he met. He tried to... " I hushed, chin trembled, and an involuntary whimper escaped my lips. Staring back at me, he realized that I'm not kidding him. He is silent but at last, he exhaled, coming closer putting a hand over me, and crushing me to his everlasting safe haven body. "I'm sorry, don't say a word anymore." "I'm scared. I didn't mean to..." I convinced him with my voice muffled to his chest. "Hush... I know, I understand, anyone in your place won't hesitate to stab him to death..." He comforted me, tightening the embrace as I sobbed uncontrollably. &n
A thousand rays of the morning sun escaped from between the blinds. I used to love being near the windows, but every now and then each time my glance turns to the exact spots where Mr. Bong's body lay, a cold shiver runs down my spine, and my palms couldn't stop sweating in the cold air-conditioned room. I have to keep telling myself over and over again that it wasn't me that had him killed, I didn't stab him, someone did. And that someone, is among us... It is day four after the incident, there is no new clue of the case, crime scene investigation and evidence collection were completed and we had been allowed to move back to our classroom yesterday. I didn't take leave from school the day after the incident. When I woke up that day later in the evening, I was in Samuel's guest room, he had offered to let me rest in his guest room once I have taken the medicine provided by Ms. Oh. I'm running with fever again on that day, and Samuel said that I keep mumbling in my sleep that he ha
The soft bell chime indicating that school is over for today sends a sigh of relief throughout the class. We say our salute to Mrs. Sue, the mathematics teacher, then gather our belongings to leave. I stuffed my notebooks into my bag and went up to Samuel who was already waiting outside with his three other best friends. "Hey, Lana what's up." Jerry Chon, the boy with the most adorable eyes and sweetest smile welcomed me. "I'm good, thanks," I replied while giving way to a girl who is flirting with Jason Bak without seeing that she almost bumped into me. Anyway, can't they simply wake up to the womanizer who would never commit his heart to any of them, but then there's Jason, all confident... Good looks are definitely a plus. I saw Naomi being the last exiting the class, I try my luck to talk to her again as she approached us but Nelson Kim had already overtaken me. "Goodbye, Naomi," Nelson uttered with a smile. His dimple deepened, showing off his charms. Now I understand why Na
"No. I'm sorry Lana. I didn't mean that way. I mean, you should at least have some basic to be on yourself," He said as he put down his food, using his other free hand, he tilts my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You are going to die before entering the battleground, do you think this is wise?" Always with his broad point of view, somehow he had accidentally become my counselor as we grow up. Damn, I must be in a serious lack of common sense. Meeting his gaze, I'm overwhelmed that it is him from the beginning. As I drifted into his dreamy brown eyes, he breaks the spell by giving me another flick on the forehead. "Ouch!" "Gosh, stop looking at me like that," He said, lightly pushing me away from him and continuing to enjoy his meal. "That's hurt, you shouldn't treat a girl like that," I grumbled, covering my forehead to soften the mild pain he caused to me. "Well, I treat every girl good, except you. Eat your food, I got a ne
The dim light poles along the winding alleys illuminated shadows to the pavement Naomi stepped on. Commuting back home after her self-study in school, this is the long stairways she had to walk up daily, to her home at the top of the alleys. For an outsider, this hilly neighborhood gives an illusion of a romantic getaway as it has the closest space to a better view of the moon. Yet, with the chipped paint of colored houses along with the distinct lack of planning development, this place is soon to be abandoned. Sooner the neighborhood will be only occupied by the elderly and bad memories. Because in reality, living in peace doesn't enough if the stomach goes hungry... The younger generation believes that they can only dream in the land of skyscrapers overlook the run-down neighborhood she lives in. Naomi's sister was one of them, she runs away from home five years ago, leaving behind her aging parents with her litt
Day 2 of tracking Naomi and Harry's mission. Gosh... I sighed to a long exhale of boringness. Why on earth does Samuel have to put me on them? They are merely future scholars, only studies excited them. I am aware that I have developed a new habit of biting my nail recently. Gross, this is a bad omen, what is next? Even Naomi still refuses to talk to me, she rather spends her time alone. I pity myself, oh... Closing my notebook in frustration having the whole class turn to me. A moment of silence, then they return to their desk, leaving me in an awkward situation. Samuel makes a hand signal asking what was wrong with me, but I just waved my hands acknowledging him that it is nothing to worry about. Looking at the wall clocks showing five more minutes to 4:30 p.m, our free time for club activity will start soon. Naomi was in art while Harry