Chapter 6.5
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. . . 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟞𝟟 . . .
|𝟚:𝟚𝟘 𝔸𝕄|

A storm was coming.

The strong rain fell down, causing deep, unreachable flood. The wind blowed and everything was scattered. Destroyed.

The loud rumble of thunder echoed throughout the place, making people shiver and scream in fear.

The lightning striked, once. Not knowing it took someone else's well-being.

I loved the storm.

But they hated it.

Because little did I know, I was the storm.

I would bring destruction, they said.

I make people quiver, they said.

I was dangerous, they said.

So with their words, I was formed.

Thanks to them, I wasn't given a chance to prove, defend, explain, and change myself.

Especially that day.

I was getting lost on my way home as I wasn't good at directions. My feet lead me to some road leading to nowhere. It was dark and I couldn't see the end of it.

Not until I saw someone.

There were two girls beating up a timid young boy. He was trying to defend himself but his effort was in vain. He was crying.

"Help! Help!"said he.

One of them brought out a pocket knife and was ready to launch it at him. So I stepped in and let my presence be known.

The sound of my footsteps caught their attention. I immediately recognized them.

"You. Stop what your doing," I ordered, thinking they would follow. I walked until I was near them.

"Oh, the great Avidia came to save the day!" one of the girls sarcastically said.

"It's night, in case you didn't know. Besides let's go back to the house. The curfew will be here any time now. I also think they'll wonder where you three went. Unless you want them to know what both of you are doing to him."

The girl holding the young boy whispered something to her. "He's here," she said.

The one holding the knife faced me again, smirking. "What we're doing? Not unless we do this." My eyes widen.

Because of what they did, it turned out to be his last moments.

They stabbed him in his chest. Blood spurting out. Some were on my face and clothes. I was stunned by what I just witnessed. She pulled the knife out of his chest and let it fall down the floor.

Suddenly, they started screaming. Crying on the dead body.

"Brother?"

A boy was standing opposite of me. He wasn't there before.

"He's here," I remembered one of them said. Did they plan to make him come here?

The boy ran towards me and grabbed my neck, choking me. "YOU! HOW DARE YOU KILL MY BROTHER!" His grip was so tight, I couldn't breathe normally.

It was at that moment when I realized what they had done.

I was framed with something I didn't do.

I tried speaking. "I–it...." It was so hard. "...wasn't me–"

"BULLSHIT! YOU JUST LET MY BROTHER DROWN THE OTHER DAY AND NOW THIS?! I WON'T FORGIVE YOU!"

That wasn't me either. He fell into the river, and just like now, I was blamed for it.

He glanced down, at his brother who just lost his life. A tear went out of his eye. He loosened his grip until he wasn't strangling me anymore. He was on his knees, mourning. Begging for his brother to come back to life.

I opened my mouth to speak. To explain what happened. But no one listened.

So I watched there. Their backs turned on me.

"Say..." he mumbled. "There are no officials roaming around here, right?" His hand reached out for the knife on the floor.

"So I wouldn't be in trouble if I did the same thing to you!" Like a speed of lightning, he rushed to me, ready to stab me. He aimed at my face and fortunately, I caught his arm and stopped him.

"I already told you, it wasn't me!" I cried out.

"Stop talking! You think I would believe anything you say?!"

He was so strong, my arms could no longer keep it. And so, my hands that were stopping him from stabbing me in the face slipped.

Just then, I felt like everything was slow-mo. I watched the knife slowly get near my face.

Slowly...

Slowly...

"AVIDIA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" an external voice screamed.

I opened my eyes and was in shock to see that I was in the kitchen, pointing a knife at myself.

What the heck? I was sleeping on the bed a while ago. How come I'm here?

Was I sleepwalking?

Oh.

I was dreaming of it again.

A part of my past that still haunts me today.

As I was breathing for air, I saw Mimi wearing a scared look on her face. I quickly put down the knife back to the drawer.

"I–I'm sorry. I was sleeping and the next thing I know I was here," I explained. She rushed to me and wrapped me in her arms.

"I thought you were going to stab yourself there. Oh, dear, who knows what would happen if I didn't try to wake you up." She pulled me closer.

Who knows? 

I would've been dead.

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A/N:

Good day readers!! This is just a filler chapter but it will definitely make sense the next chapter hehe. Stay tuned for it!