I guess is true what they say that, darkest times comes before your dawn and unexpectedly.
It is also not surprising to me how the past few months had gone, because the darkest time comes like a pregnant cloud that will have to wait until nine good months for labour.

It comes and fills you in with all the problems that could not be solved by just any mere human being. Until the rain finally drops, then the sun will be able to come out.

I guess I'm still in the pregnant clouds, and I should be positive that these mishaps, misfortunes and endless struggles and problems weren't going away anytime soon.
I also guess that this was a clear good work of the devil to tempt my faith.

"But she was my best friend. I mean how could she. I...I," I said sobbing, rubbing my forearm on my eyes to try and dry up as much tears as I could, but it was useless. I sobbed even more.

"I trusted and loved her with all my heart. She never did anything wrong to me ever since our friendship. And she never looked harmful either," I sobbed more. Now taking some tissues to blow up my nose.

"But why, just tell me why... And how? Why did it have to be or end this way? I need to know, and now I have even more endless questions to ask. And there is no one to answer them except her. And now she's... She's," I couldn't hold the tears. Eventually, I cried out loud to ease a bit of the emotions.

"Now she's gone," I finally uttered. Bending my shoulders to the once enemy I had that I couldn't believe would be such a good comforter and companion until now.

It was Lucy. She had been there for me and consoling me ever since the worst breaking news struck New York City, especially NYHS.

It was the fateful Saturday morning, when I had just been woken up from a light ray that shined through my window.
I had woken up tired but with joy because of my recent makeup with some of my friends, especially Emma.

I had broken the morning with a joyful tone of Christian worship hymns. After having my shower, riding up the house and having a wholesome of a yummy breakfast, I headed for my phone.
Immediately I had switched it on, it began with unending vibrations of notifications from twits, Instagram, Facebook, skyped video recordings and many other social networks you could think of.

They all gossipped about one lead, one headline, one theme that read, EMMA BRITNEY, A HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT OF THE NYHS COMMITS SUICIDE ON THE SCHOOL TERRACE.

I could have sworn at first that it was just mere prank or a false news or anything like that, but almost every part of me submitted to the painful, blood sucking truth almost instantly.
It was all that was on air in all radio stations, morning newspapers and magazines, and all reporting television stations, including CNN.

There were many texts from as much people there was in my school sending in their condolences, and other sympathizers sending in their consoling words.

I felt like my head was just hit by a had rock or stone from a far distance. The news really hit hard which made it hurt even harder.

I had like thousands of questions running through my mind about the drastic news that had just started my day.

why Emma? and why did she do it? She had been as happiest as a child that just got for her wished presents from Santa on a delighted Christmas day. We had skyped the previous afternoon where we both confessed to each other of how we missed ourselves so much. She had showed me some pretty gifts she got from her new anonymous admirer.
I had commended on them, and she looked and felt as if she were in ecstasy.
We had made promises to each other how we would never stop loving each other till death.
So why would she go ahead then to commit such drastic act.

"Is a lie, they're all lying. I'm sure they're all lying," I had sobbed as I stepped back slowly away from my phone and ended up landing on the floor when I hit hard at the door.

I began to come up with other thoughts and ideas that Emma might have been murdered and they tried to cover it up with the fooling story of a suicide to get away and to ruin her reputation.

"Yes... Damn it. I so hate bad people. Why are they even bad in the first place and hurt people the way they do? Don't they have people they love so dearly that they'd want to protect? Shit...want do they even gain from such actions? Why are there even people with no hearts, like monsters?...why? Why? Why?" I hit my head hard repeatedly on the door, sobbing profusely and unending.

I was now so sure about my suspect, someone who wouldn't stand to see other's happiness or someone who would do anything to achieve their stupid and devious aim, JJ. it couldn't have been anybody else.
That guy doesn't play at all. At least if he did, nobody plays with him because of his rough edges, so he wins.
At this point, I didn't give a damn about what he could do to me or any of my friends. He has already done enough damage.
And I blame myself because I gave him the opportunity to do so. And now it had to end. I will have to put him, along with his fellow demons to rest once and for all.
I am not holding back any more.

In some hours, I heard a soft but almost hasty knock at the door. I concluded in my mind that it must have been another message from JJ, or him himself at my door to remind me of how dangerous he could be when someone messes with him or waste his time.

"Here! Now you are going to feel my wrath!" I yelled as I opened the door fiercely, ready to pounce on the devilish JJ, but instead, I was embarrassed by who was standing right in front of me, Lucy.

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