We were standing in front of an old two-story wooden house.
They were weeds growing everywhere. Some parts of the roof had already collapsed. This old dilapidated abandoned house very much looked like a hunted one.
Even the sun was shining brightly, I could not help but shiver due to the coldnes
The soft melody that I couldn't recognize echoed in the whole room. The surroundings got chillier and the blood pitter-patter was getting louder.The soft footsteps coming outside the closet was coming closer.Was she walking up to here?
"Gyahhhh!!!" A piercing scream almost made my eardrums explode. I felt my chest heaved as the tongue let go of my throat and the air came back to my lungs.At this moment, I found it marvelous for a ghost like me to feel this threatened. To feel the face of death and escaped from it and become alive again.
My black hair turned grey then silver-white in a blink of an eye.My favorite Yukata was worn out. The house that my husband bought and left for me was cleaned and maintained by my own for years.I watched from the window as the world I am living in changes. New things discovered, new things created, however in my life, my time seemed to stop in this old wooden house.
I shuddered with rage. This boy dared to threaten me! You..who was neither a demon..a dead or-Bang!The boy before me hit the post with immense strength.
When the demonic woman met me eye to eye, she became more violent."Hmrphh! Hmrphh!" Her red eyes were full of blame and vengeance. Like what happening to her was entirely my fault.Well, partly, since I helped Lucas to capture her.
'Who are you?'I did not open my mouth but I knew she heard me. Because she looked at me straight in the eyes.Her face was familiar yet strange to see it in front of me.And the expression on her face doesn't suit her.
Warning: This chapter contained explicit violence that might trigger the readers. Please read it with guidance for those under eighteen.*******
The next day, a scandal that revolves around me, circulated around the school.My pictures of me crying hysterically, with my shirt torn and dirtied; and with a bruised face made me a laughing stock.Not even a kind soul reported that this video was violating someone's right. Its content was violent and extreme bullying.