Hmm...

Should I or should I not?

Maybe I should....then maybe I shouldn't.

Hah....so troublesome.

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I guess, I better not!

I took off my cardigan again and stared at the floor in deep thought.

Poor, boy. He sure did have a very bad day today at school. He might be very upset. Maybe I should check on him.

But...I - he - doesn't know me. Would I seem creepy showing at his door just like that? Sure.

Sigh...

Why do I have a heart that feels? So irritating.

"Big brother, why do you look so sad?", Cordelia, my little sister asked reaching for my hand.

I took her hand and cherished it. Did I really look sad?

"It's nothing, little sis.", I smiled at her.

"Well, then can you please search that episode of Tom and Jerry which we watched after dinner?", she asked, giving me the electronic tablet in her hands.

"Sure, sweetheart.", I said and took the tablet. Youtube was already opened in a tab and I went on to type the episode when a certain video title caught my eyes.

'Teenage boy commits suicide due to bullying at school.'

Goosebumps.

"What happened, brother? Did you forget the name of the episode?", Cordelia asked with her innocent eyes glaring me.

I shook off my head from the horrible thought and looked at Cordelia.

"No, brother remembers.", I said, caressing her shoulders. "Cordelia, big brother needs to go out for a while to meet somebody. But I promise I will be back for your bedtime story, O.K.?"

Cordelia nods.

~.~

"Where to, Hugo?", my mom asks as I was about to touch the front door knob. I turn back slowly.

"Ah, to...visit my f-friend.", I say awkwardly.

Her eyes pop out of their socket. Her smile as big as the Cheshire Cat's. Her expression causes me to look at the floor in embarrassment.

"Friend?", she asks as if making sure she didn't hear it all wrong.

I nod slightly. She smiles again and presses her hand on my shoulder.

"O.K. dear but come back early you know Cordelia won't sleep without you."

Mom was about to turn around when I said. "Actually, mom, he isn't my friend. We are just classmates. Ah,...he had a pretty rough day today...at school. I was thinking if I should go check on him.", I look my mother in the eyes. "But I am still unsure because we haven't talked to each other before."

My mother smiled and replied. "Of course, dear, you should. A few kind words in times of despair make strongest of bonds."

I nod. She is right. A few kind words.

I am coming for you, Victor Hernandez. I thought.

~.~

I pull my cardigan towards my chest as I move along the road. I heard it on the weather forecast today that it's the coldest day of March this year.

Strange, right? Cold in March? Probably the angel of weather messed up the schedule this day.

They say it will be normal from tomorrow.

I look up to the sky. God, please don't make me seem creepy.

I then look down at my attire, the word Blair likes to call it. Argh, as always, I feel overdressed and fashionable compared to what I am - a nerd.

I also like to think of myself a gamer because I am.

Just like Victor.

*groan*

I do hope he is doing fine, though. A terrible incessant liar he is. Can't he see where his lies are getting him?

~.~

I think I was ten minutes away from Victor's house. Or maybe less. But I don't care because what happened then made everything else less important...even Victor.

I heard a cry.

A cry filled with fear. A cry that had a voice within itself and was probably telling its own story.

I firstly didn't know where it came from so I tried to navigate my way to it. It was a bit difficult since I only heard it once.

Then I saw it.

A guy and a girl.

He was grappling with her. She was kicking his legs.

Oh, mother of remote controllers, it's a case of violence! I must stop it!

I was about to...and I would have if...

The boy wasn't Jules Young, from school, and the girl wasn't ...she.

Just like that I stood there, wide-eyed in total shock and paralysis.

She was crying and struggling. She looked broken and bruised, her clothes torn.

She was trapped in his arms.

I was trapped in time.

He was trapped in his deed.

And just like that, the act was played before me and was wrapped. They both separated and curtains were lowered down. And I stood.

Right there. At that spot.

And I knew that even if I moved from here and managed to travel anywhere, my mind will stand here for years to come.

Because whatever it was, it was stronger because it involved her this time.

~.~

I honestly don't remember how I got home. I guess some guy - old and nice - spotted me frozen and brought me home by my hand.

Did I tell him the address? I don't know.

My hands were trembling, my breaths were shallow and my palms were sweaty.

I looked around the house. No one should see me like this.

What's my name again?

"Brother!", chimed Blair. She hugged me tightly but I couldn't return. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

"Is everything alright, brother? Your body is too rigid."

I glared into her eyes, finding my senses again.

"Blair, can you take me to my room?", I pleaded.

She became all worried. Shit, I definitely looked like a retard.

"Of course."

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Blair and I later discovered I had a high fever.

I honestly told mom I couldn't see Victor. She didn't push me to tell her the reason. As always.

Cordelia and I slept together and today Blair joined us too. She said she didn't want to leave me alone when I was shock-paralyzed for some reason.

As always.

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"It's raining.", Blair announced from the window and then joined us in bed.

"How strange.". I said.

"The sky cries when someone hurt cries.", little Cordelia said.

Someone hurt is definitely crying.

She.