The line disconnected. The police officer went back inside the car and started to drove away. The sound of his engine as he exited his parking spot distracted the tranquil night, waking our senses to make us realize that what we did was nothing but a mere act of buying time. We’re not done yet. In fact, we never started anything yet.
As Philip withdrew his phone back inside his pants’ pocket, he made a one big gulp. I felt his Adam’s apple burned. His entire neck burned. He languidly crept his fingers onto my hands, making a throttled sound that could have meant something like a cry for help. “I—I can’t breathe,” he said chokingly as he patted my hands.I trudged a few steps backward, pulling him closer to me. My chest against his back. My chin touching his neck. I loosened the squeezing of my hands on his throat, and while feeling the heat of his intense inhalation, I ran off at the mouth. “What were you thinking? Huh? Don’t you know that what you did could get us all in trouble?” I spoke in muted tones. I felt the coldness of my insufflation as they ricocheted off the bareness of his skin.
“I—I’m really sorry. I didn’t know what to do.” He gasped. “I’m just afraid. Like all of you.” I screwed up my face. “Forget it.” With all my force, I pushed him away. He fell down to the floor, centimeters closer from the gross emulsion that stunk stronger and stronger in every brush of the wind. I led myself to my locker. And while the only thing that gave light to the entire hallway was the dimming brightness of Philip’s phone, I opened my locker very slowly, refraining from producing any noise. I pulled out my shirt and my pants, and threw it directly over the pooling blend of blood and vomit.Flummoxed, he asked. “What are you doing?!” I stared at him blankly, although there’s nothing much of him that was visible to me. “I am doing exactly what is the best thing I think I should do.” I undressed my feet and got my socks. I rolled them together, in-tucked, and pitched it straight inside my locker. “Your turn.”“My turn?” By the sound of knees against the floor and shoes making too much sound, I felt Philip standing up. “My turn to what?”“Undress.” I treaded towards the direction of the music room while calculating probabilities and thinking of solutions in my head. Just when I successfully made somewhere between ten to fifteen steps away from him, I left him with a simple explanation. “I understand that you’re a fucking model and fashion is the only thing that’s clear to you. But please, for the love of God, have some common sense. It’s very beneficial especially in times like this.” A moment of silence. A moment of getting to grips with my words. That was all Philip was asking for. And so, I gave it to him. “But I don’t really get it.”“Expected.” I turned back at him. “Why do you want me to undress?” “To use it to wipe away everything. The evidences. The blood. The vomit. The disgusting parts of the body. We have to get rid of them before your father arrive,” I explained. Philip turned his phone’s torch to its brightest and pointed it beside him. Looking at it, he surely felt nauseated. I could see it in his face. The way his lips curled in. The way his eyes shrunk. The way his brows moved closer to each other like a magnet attracted to another magnet. It was all obvious and visible.“All right.”
“Want it or not, you still have to do it.” I continued walking. “You don’t want to see your heart ripped out of your chest, do you?” “How about you?! Where are you going?!” he yammered. The echoes of his words followed me as I walked past the bloody walls of the hallway far off him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” I replied. Although it wasn’t loud, it was enough for him to hear it.I got back to the entrance of the music room a couple of minutes after I left Philip on the floor between the lockers. Since the light around was more stable than on the other side of the hallway, the splattered blood on the walls and on the floor, as well as the prints of the same substance on the door were now all vividly visible. From the way I looked at them, I could tell they were all left untouched. As I entered inside, my eighteen remaining classmates welcomed me with fear and tremor on their faces. The Black Chain were facing the windows, trembling without me knowing the reason behind. Samantha was hugging his twin. Eva Grace and the rest of the band were all down on their knees, hands were clasping as if praying for miracles. Yuri held hands with Geodie. Cylvia was crying. Ashley was crying. Even Andrei and Nicole were crying, too. It was only Rabiya who was standing firm on her feet, biting the fingernails of her left hand while her left was tapping on her lap—fast enough to compare it to Jieve’s fingers when he once attempted to play a Beethoven’s piece on a piano. The way I see it, she was the only surviving flower in a garden full of withering ones. I walked closer to her. My feet were heavy. In every step that I made, it created a loud thudding on the cemented floor. “Rabiya,” I called. As I whispered her name, she looked up. Our gazes met in between. “What happened to the task I gave you? Have you done it?”At a leisurely pace, Rabiya held my hand unexpectedly. Her cold, smooth, yet sweating palm activated the chills hidden beneath my spine. “I think we are—” Drops of clear crystals started to fall off her eyes. Those were the first tears I ever saw from Rabiya. Unbelievably, those weren’t tears of sadness. Those were tears of fear. “I think it’s endgame. The culprit succeeded.”
“Succeeded? How could you say that?”As she otiosely let go of my arm, Rabiya bowed her head down. She made a swipe on her cheeks and forced herself to stop crying. While the white light shone down to us as we remained standing on the center of the carpet in the seam of the seventeen other individuals, she held her breath and narrowed her eyes to me. She readied herself as what the quivering of her knees suggested. With trembling monotone, she said, “We’ve been outsmarted. The killer locked us up in this third floor and now there’s no way we could get out of this place. We managed to open the washroom, the gym, the art room, and the three other windows across the other side of the hallway. But that’s all we have done. The elevator doesn’t open, and so are the barriers back to the second floor and up to the fourth. What do we do now? We cannot just jump in a three-storey high building and expect to survive the impact, right
In a span of exactly twelve seconds, everyone managed to get out of the music room. Vhynz, Benedict, and Andrei began scraping the splatters on the door, while the girls were dashing to the end of the right hall with their phones’ torches on, together with Jieve and Chuck who were wearing layers of leather bags on their back. It had been the busiest minutes for all of us. Every step counted. Every second mattered. If it was really true that we only had fifteen to twenty minutes left to clear the crime scene, then our chances of making it on time would be not more than fifty percent. We already spent approximately five minutes for Travis’ orientation, and all we had left were at least twelve minutes of time, and a handful of prayers that hopefully—just hopefully—God would hear.Yuri and I separated from the rest of the group as we ran the opposite track on the left. The gym was the first room before the elevator, and it is where I was headin
YURII was spraying a lavender-scented air freshener in random directions when a phone call held superior and brought all of us on a time-freeze. It happened in an instant. One moment, we were busy, and one moment, we were dead. Not dead as in dead six feet below the ground, but dead as in checkmate.Yes. Checkmate. I knew nothing about chess, but I thought it was the closest thing that would best represent our situation. A King that’s trapped. A king that’s nowhere to go.Travis walked away from the lockers, and with rubbing hands, he stepped closer to the window. He took a peak outside. On his eyes, on the brown lenses of his mysteriously captivating eyes, reflected the blue and red lights of the police patrol car. He laid his fingertips on the window frames and whispered, “Come to me, Philip.”The son of the police then walked towards him, barefooted, while between the vastness of his palms st
PHILIP“Hello, Dad? Sorry I hung up. Could you please come here for a sec?” I said, as per Yuri’s advice.After whispering my request through the speaker, a slamming of the car door was then followed by the sound of lifted paper bags as I placed the phone back to my ear.“I’m on my way.”“Okay.” I sighed. I looked at Yuri, and then at Ashley, and then at the rest of the guys lining across the lockers—divided themselves into six with three on each side—leaving an opening between them to allow Geodie, Samantha, Cylvia, and Vhynz to pass through.I reopened the text message I received from Rabiya’s number and tried to look at it once more.“WE WILL BE SAFE. JUST LIE.”A part of me said I understand it, but a part of me was confused. What could this text message really mean?
Dad’s wrinkled forehead crumpled. His head tilted to the right as his hug to the brown paper bags tightened even more. “Oh, okay?” He shrugged. “Now how am I suppose to give these to you?” He pointed his mouth to the foods he was cuddling. The grey stubbles that covered his cheeks and his chin spread wide when his face stretched like rubber after he spoke.I swallowed. “I —right. The barrier’s lock.” I shook the bars between us, but it had only shown how stupid I was for even trying it knowing I was fully aware that it was padlocked. “Didn’t we say to the janitor that we’re having an overtime practice?” I asked without looking back at any of my classmates. From the bars, I averted my fingers to the silver padlock and jerked it many times hoping it would loosen up a bit. But it didn’t. It was the same padlock Janvic used in his locker, only that this one was three times larger in size com
Dinner was done. On the sixteenth minute after Dad left to look for the janitor whom he expected to be somewhere on the upper floors without knowing he was actually more than an hour dead already, we settled ourselves on the carpet laid at the center of the music room and meditated. Everybody was cross-sitting beside one another, knee to knee, while forming a big circle composed of eighteen bundles of nerves praying for a positive plot twist in this unsalvageable breaking point.The fluorescent lights above us weakened in brightness. We had our eyes closed, but it was utterly impossible to just ignore their flickering, especially not when we were surrounded by all sorts of horror similar to what people would imagine when they read an Edgar Allan Poe novel.We may have been thinking varying scenarios—either good and bad—in our head, but one thing common among us was certain; We all pray we could get away with this murder.
GEODIEThe cutting off of lights happened very abruptly.I was sitting on a stool facing the windows when Philip switched down the glow-lamps. A second was all it took to darken the surrounding, and to wrap everything inside the music room with massive blackness. The only glimmers present was the moonlight shining through the thick glasses of the windows, and the unsteady flickering of our phones. It might have seemed to be enough to allow us to see ourselves, but actually, it was not. We could only recognize each other’s faces if we would drag the torch of the phone below our chin, or light it directly to one another.But the goal was not it. The goal was to use only a little to nothing light, to support our claim that we were having a sleepover. What an alibi.“By this time, the officer must have reached the guard post already,” Jieve said, still by the window, looking outside while his reflectio
“Who’s that?” Andrei hissed, taking a few steps away from the closed door.I answered, “Clueless.”I reached for the switch and turned it on. Brightness began reappearing again, flooding the spacious rectangular room with lights just as the moment the shadows vanished completely.A knock on the door called our attention one more time. It was backed up by a familiar voice saying, “Wake up, kids! We’re having a chitchat.”To me, the voice was unrecognizable. But to Philip who had heard that voice countless of times each day, it was already registered in his head. He tiptoed stealthily to the door, and as his thick brows wormed their way to meet at the center of his forehead, he verified, “Dad?” The unhealthy white color of his neck crimsoned after he stretched it to link his ear to the door. “Didn’t we told you we are sleeping?”