(H/S) = Hardest Subject.
I sit in my chair, slumped over the desk which is filled with books as I stare into the night sky.
The sky was clear of the clouds that blocked the stars like a prison.
The moonlight still watching over me as if it's my guardian.
I open the pages of my book, it's as if the pages were in another language, I couldn't understand or read it.
It's (H/S), of course.

Why am I awake, you may ask?

I realized, I can't sleep, even if I wanted to. The weight of stress thinking about the exams kept me from sleep.
The only one sleeping here is Lloyd, thankfully.
But there's this feeling of guilt in me. As if it's telling me that I'm too selfish to have him.
I can't seem to shake it off.
I shake my mind, as if I'm trying to ward the thoughts off.
The soft light complimenting the surroundings outside.
I look around my room and notice my cactus, Keisha.
She's.. a little dry if you ask me.
So.. why not help her out?
I take my water bottle, and dump it's contents in the pot of my plant.
Keisha might look a little innocent and huggable, but don't touch her, she's sharp as fu/heck.
I needed a drink too, so I head down the stairs.
I walk down the stairs, looking at the pictures of my Dad, Friends and family, baby pictures of me, and some paintings.
I go into the fridge, the slightly strong magnet keeping it's door closed.
What if I had juice?
Wait, juice? But it's not even in the morning yet!
Milk, yes, a drink used for sleeping.
If only there was no exams and it worked on me.
Coffee, the perfect drink that gives you an energy rush perfect for staying up all night but wears off causing you to get very drowsy if it ends.
Eh, that's the perfect drink for the night.
But just before climbing back to my room,

the moonlight trailed into a path in the house.
I'm very confused, but I'll try to follow it like what dumb person would do in a horror movie.
I followed the trail, and it led me to the spare room below the stairs.
What even sparked my curiosity is there was a chest.
They said curiosity killed the cat, but I wouldn't mind it.

I open the chest, and look to see a drawing of what looks like a woman, and a white coat.

A darker color of your hair was present, the woman closing her eyes while she stared into the clouds, according to the painting.

But what's with the moonlight trail?
I kept the key, the coat, and the drawing with me.

The key was for opening it again, of course.

Coat? I don't know.. maybe this belonged to her?

But this drawing, it feels like I'm really connected to my mother.

"I don't understand, why would Dad keep this a secret?" I thought as I trail my fingers across the photo while I climb the stairs.

"What happened to her?" A second thought appeared. The lifespan of a human is short, but not short enough.

"I guess he kept it from me so he could protect me?" The thoughts were nonstop. The cat wasn't killed by curiosity, she was flooded by it.

Answers don't come to you that easily.

But, It's like my life is a fantasy.

No, there's no magical girl shit.
There's still bad events that still crawl in my head like a spider.

As I climb into the stairs, each step is like my curiosity is growing.

What if my mother was killed?

What if she died after I was born?

Well,

Some questions are maybe best unanswered.