Horrible Night

The classes were suspended because of the storm. I haven’t talked to Lucas nor Luna after that night. I haven’t heard about Akira, either. It’s been three days since I last saw them. Kori visited me yesterday, asking me what else I remember.

Yuan knocked on my room but I made no move to answer. When he entered, he sat on the edge of my bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You haven’t eaten your breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry.”

I glanced at my window. Raindrops slap on the glass, leaving blurred marks on it. Yuan didn’t comment on the fact that I basically clung onto Akira that night. The wounds on my hands were almost healing, leaving another ugly scar on my skin. No touching has been the first rule I set myself but Akira’s touch is unexplainably felt like a freaking refuge.

“Mom and Uncle Ronan will be back on Monday.” He announced.

I never knew who our real father is. Mom married Ronan when I was three and since then, he insis