My breath puffs out as I wait for the time to pass. Anxiety churns inside me as I nit my lip, too hard. The metallic taste of my blood is observed by my tongue. Taking out a cloth of my pocket I dab my lips and stare at the wall infront of me. The wall closing in on me as I feel the darkness covering my eyes. Something invisible sits on my chest as I try to blink away the darkness, but it only intensifies.

Where am I stitting?

The pressure on my chest intensifies as intried to breath, but no air is available is around me. It is as if all the oxygen is sucked out of me and from my surroundings. A hand reaches out of no where making my eyes shut tight close.

Darkness. It engulfs me like a home. Truthfully, that is the only think I have felt so far from back then. No amount of positivity can erase the darkness that consumes me.

"Breath," a voice rings in my mind as I try to move my lips. But darkness consumed me whole. Not living a trail behind of my living life. Stealing away all the life from me. Eating me alive. Breathing is now difficult that I taste death on my tongue. Still, I know this is not death. Death doesn't only come with darkness it comes with light, too. And what I am going through is pure darkness.

"Breath," a stroke on my cheeks makes me sick in a breath as I open my eyes. Blur stares back at me, threatening me see the world beside me, so I close my eyes. I should run from it before it consumes me whole, but nothing gives me peace like this darkness.

"Remember, your brother?" A voice startles me, making me snap open my eyes as I stare at the cold, tiled wall infront of me. Lights flickering around me as I blink my eyes once, twice, thrice. Raking my hand through my hairs I breaths heavily and then nothing at all. Standing up from the commode I walk to the mirror. Glancing up at my figure I find myself numb and empty. My eyes too much empty, for my liking. Stealing away my sight from the my reflection I stare at my hands and wash away the remnants of invisible dust coating my hands.

The pendulum clocks rings exactly twelve times. Fear claws around my ribs gripping my heart in its tight grip. My jaw tightens as I walk out of the bathroom into my room and change into my black formal pants. If I am going to die tonight, then I should dress like one. Black shirt tightens on my back as I buttons up my shirt and quietly sneaks out of my room. Black gothic boots hangs from my hands as I tiptoe in the corridor. Haste fills my veins urging to probably run out of this building to my demise, but even if I am meeting death tonight. I should make it wait for a while.

The wide iron gate is still open making it easier for me to sneak. Twisting my lips I slip me feet into the boots and run out in the garden. The grass wet with dew under my boot. I try to round the dormitory. Keyword, try. Because it is huge like a palace. What in the world is this place? A faint laughing voice echoes in the environment stealing my breath making my eyes wide. There is no crow or any one here. I don't see the shadow of any one. Nyxander is not here, tonight. Partly because he thinks that he have threatened me enough to stop my curiosity. When I myself can't stop my curiosity, than who is he to even try. A blur shadow passes behind me. I can see it from my peripheral vision. Whoever this is shouldn't try to scare me away, because I may get scared by it, but I will not stop.

Someone is there. And I can't really make it out if it is a man or woman or is it laughing or howling. Mybheart thumps aloud as I walk quietly, my steps shaking telling me to run away. And I almost complied. No, I should be courageous. Fisting my heart with my palm, I near the boundary of the wall.

Another voice of sheep echoes in the air and my knees weakens. I can't, I c-can't do this. Fear grips my heart and then I see it. The light in the dark. A dim light falls in the darkness as I walk towards it. The light is coming from...

I try to lean my head to see the source of light, but to my luck nothing comes in view. Huffing aloud I fist my fingers together and walks out in the lights.

The small room with shed stand prouds behind the dormitory.

"What the broccoli is going on here?" I mutter under my breath as I walk into the light more closer to have a good look at whatever this was. A room, a house, maybe a light house. I don't know. Something in my chest flickers as I nears the blue wooden door of the small room infront of me. The yellow bulb hangs on the door.

A shaky breath escapes from my lips as I raise my hand to open the door. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Where the hell is Seirra? She should be here when she called me here. But she is not. Something is wrong, very very wrong. Something about this small house tells me that I shouldn’t open the door and for the first time I ever, I don't pay any heed to my curiosity. Truthfully, my curiosity is the reason why the hell I am here and in any circumstances, I should not be here. Everybody knows it. Including me. But the urge to rule my brother's suicide as a murder makes me weak against my own thoughts.

They say that we should never turn our back to our enemy, but I really don't have any other choice other than running away normally. Because, I am not a super man to run backward. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but this isn't the time to pay any heed. Cold sweat breaks down on my spine as I run  from one wall to another. Dark night should scare and it does to. But my brave curiosity will be death of me one day.

Taking some wide steps I run into the building to and almost getting caught, a door adjacent from warden's desk is illuminated by light and I can see that because the door is ajar open. Taking out my boots, I tiptoe towards the the door and keeps my ear on the door.

A laugh, no, few countable laughs echoes behind the door as I lean on it to hear it carefully.

"One stupid girl she is." A familiar voice rings. Too familiar to give me spur taste. I don't know about tonight, but if I see that person tomorrow I might just...

"I know, really." Another voice man or a boy says. It looks like someone familiar, but I can't really phrase it who. Haven't heard voice much.

"I checked the room myself." This one, I know. Because goosebumps erupt my as I grip my chest.

Nyxander should have better reason tomorrow when I confront him about this.

This time without turning back I does only one thing I ace in and that is none other than running.