The Secret Admirer

Chapter 2Amanda was walking beside me when we passed through the corridors."Four months, Ash, four months," I sighed when I decided to go back to school. I felt like I never been here for decades, thanks to Amanda who enlighten and encouraged me to go back and left that prison of mine.But then when we were walking in the hallways, I discovered that all eyes were on me, I noticed it since I entered the school, but at first, I thought I was maybe imagining things that all of the kids, parents, teachers, and classmates, all of them were strangely glancing at me, but they were actually staring at me... Why? I thought... I hunched down my head when I came to realization that they were thinking something about me. And it wounds my heart when they were avoiding me like..."Am I a kind of some virus?" I thought and I was trembling, confused, and in pain. But I kept holding on the tears that were stinging in the corner of my e

Chapter 4  Time passes by, and I got used to this world I lived in, I just went with the flow, rather than striving hard enough to give my best effort over and over again just to amend or control the situation nor to make it back to normal. I strived too much but I gave up because nothing rewrote what was before my eyes despite of all the effort I did, I was still an object of aversion to all of them, and I didn't want to care anymore about what they mumble behind me, I didn't care about rebuilding their thoughts anymore, because the more you care the more you get hurt, yet things were becoming more and more worst than ever ... than I ever imagined."Miss, Ash, I'm sorry but we suggest you to move to another school," Mrs. Akitson said, our school principal, as I sat down on the stool in front of her desk. I almost lost my mind when she told me that... 'Why? What did I do enough to suffer

Chapter 6 ***Ding dong*** "Who is it?" I yelled when I heard the doorbell ringing, I got, messy hair, exhausted and my head was in pain, I ended up falling asleep last night while crying.The ringing stopped before I could open the door, and when I peeked in the peek-whole there was no one outside, just a deserted street. I unlocked the door and stepped outside to looked who it was then, something nudged into my foot and when I looked down at it I trembled instantly. It was another present from that man again, I wonder why did the delivery man didn't gave it to me personally, didn't he need my signature for proof that the delivery was received? Nonetheless, I was standing for a few minutes, I didn't want to get the gift, I was about to throw them out to the trash can near the road,  but then something caught my attention, there was an envelope inside the bouq

Chapter 8 Kenneth's Perspective  I was out for investigation and I also went to asked the medicine forensic expert who analyzed Camille's body, but there were no fingerprints in every part of her body, no finger pattern found on her things nor clothes either. And what strange was, there was also no mark of strangulation from the killer or any possible sign that the victim may be fought back to defend herself, which I wonder why? A person would always fight back when someone is attacking him or her, but that victim, they found no marks from her, knowing that the stabs were in the front part of her body; which only means that her killer was facing her, so she could actually fight at least a little, not unless she knows her! I massaged my forehead in too much frustration.  "Mr. Sheldon are you okay?" asked Sir Kevin, one of the police on our site. I leaned my back against the chair and a long, deep sigh