Revenge of a dead girl - Season 1 - Episode 31

5 years ago

Revenge of a dead girl - Season 1 - Episode 31

Fei was furiously gritting her teeth, her hands shaking in anger and was refraining herself from charging towards me.

“You’re a nuisance!” She yelled, planning to scare me with her loud and angered voice but is not working since I was blankly standing still in front if them. “If you didn’t meddle with us then I would’ve already had the whole class on the palm of my hands
Go on, broadcast it! I dare you. But don’t think you would get away with it. I’ll make sure your crushed, I will destroy your life and I will make sure your oh-so intelligence won’t help you in any way you could possibly think of. I’ll break your family apart and make sure you’ll be the one kneeling on the ground! And of course, Youngji will also be there, kneeling besides you in agony.”
After a few seconds, silence outstretched all throughout the room. Everyone was sitting in silence and was hesitant to break the awkwardness since I was giving off a bad vibe while standing still.

“You. . .” I mumbled, Fei was panting from excessively yelling.

“What? I can’t hear you. Are you scared? Go on and beg, say that you’re sorry and you won’t mess with us anymore.” She smirked, still panting.

Without saying a word, I suddenly lifted my hand and slammed the hell out of her face, sending her crashing towards the groupp of mindless people behind her. The strong impact from the crash made her face swollen and vibrantly red, another silence stretched between us.

“I won’t mind becoming a murderer right now.” I glanced at her, as well as everyone else in the room. They were all shaking in fear and is not brave enough to stand up for themselves. “Go ahead and destroy my life. It’s what you do anyway, since your life is too boring that you meddle with someone else’s.”

I turned my back at them before walking away, but before I could exit the room Fei added a few words to her awful blackmail.
“Don’t forget that money can buy everything.”

I didn’t put much attention on those words, since I believed that everything she says is complete nonsense. But later that night, my mom and dad spoke to me, telling me that I should be nicer to Fei. That made me furious, my parents siding with the evil one and not their own daughter. It turns out that my mom works for Fei’s father, and if I did anything wrong to her, my mom would lose her job and is possible that she won’t get another job since Fei will follow us everywhere. My dad was still working his way to become a policeman and is still unemployed, so right now, my mom is the bread winner, making her lose her job will also make me lose the privilege to study in a prestigious school.
So I had no choice. . .

The day of Youngji’s death, I was there with her. But I didn’t have any clue that it would be the last day of me being with her.
I was almost done reading the textbook I got from the library, when I heard loud screams and whimpers from outside the window. I shifted my gaze outside to see Youngji already being beaten up by Fei and her immature gang.

“I can never leave her for just a minute can I?” I groaned, watching teachers from the distance, walking towards the school gates since class hours had already ended hours ago.
They took notice of Youngji being bullied by them, but they pretended that they didn’t see anything, continuing to talk with their colleagues and left the school.
My eyes turned menacing, realizing how money can change everything in the world, even their own principles.
“Yooma!” I heard, I glanced back at Youngji. She was already alone, Fei walking away with her so called friends.
“How foolish.” I closed my eyes, leaving the classroom with another towel I took out of my bag.
It has become a habit of mine to bring towels and other medical stuffs since she’s always being targeted at.

As soon as Youngji heard my distinct footsteps, she weakly lifted her head from the ground, dirts falling off from her hair and cheeks.

“I told you. . . You never listen.” I knelt down, wrapping the towel around her limp body.

She didn’t retort back, just whimpered on my knees. She sobbed and sobbed, feeling an excruciating pain from her bruises and possibly from a broken rib.

“Get up. I’m taking you to the principal’s office. Whether you like it or not, I’m not gonna let you get stepped on by them anymore.” I harshly said, waiting for her to stand.
*
And so, eventually, we reached the familiar huge doors at the end of the hallway. The word principal’s office engraved majestically besides it.

I opened it without even knocking, revealing the balding principal lazily shaving his unruly beard with a tiny blade. He made a startled noise as I shove Youngji inside, glancing at me as I closed the door.

“What can I do for you?” He asked in a stern voice, scampering to regain his usual calm composure. Putting the razor blade he was using inside the drawer from his desk before locking it. He clasped his hands together in attempt to look presentable.

I motioned Youngji to sit down on one of the couches, but the principal noticed how dirty and unruly her uniform is, so he stopped her. “Don’t sit on that, it’s new.” He frantically gestured his hands, shooing Youngji away.

She yelped in fear from his sudden annoyed voice before standing up. I scrunched my nose, glaring at the principal as he look down on the spot where Youngji sat on, completely covered in dirt.

“Tsk, now it’s filthy.” He cursed, looking at his newly bought couch in dismay.
In attempt to do something evil, I raised my foot and kicked the couch, completely flipping it around. He gasped in horror as he dash towards it, standing it back up before turning to glare at me. “If you’re not the pride of this school then I’d already expelled you!”
“I’m not the one you should be expelling.” I crossed my arms, pointing at Youngji, bruised and wounded. “Fei and everyone did this to her.”

The principal looked back at her and does not look surprised, as if he already knows that Fei has her eyes on Youngji. Walking back to her seat and slumping down as he studied her pitiful state.

“You do know that Fei’s father sponsors this school, right?” He asked, already pointing out his point that if he sues Fei, then he will get not a single penny from her dad.
“You do you know that this is a crime, right?” I quipped, earning a startled look from him. “According to republic act number 10627, it is the school’s priority to prevent any kind of bullying, what they did to Youngji was too much.”

He was shocked by my informative statement, gaping at the two of us standing in front of him but eventually shook his head and laughed. “I almost thought you’re the most intelligent student here.” He stopped from laughing and stared at me, resting his elbows on his desk. “Unfortunately. . . That law is only applied in other countries, and not here. In this place, we encourage bullying. It serves as a lecture for those who are not strong enough to stand up for themselves.”
“We are here to state the tedious acts from your students. You people should educate them about being a decent person and not wasting their time on bullying others.” I slightly raised my voice, completely far from my personality, but I had no choice. This person is determined to side with Fei who has loads of wealth.

“Isn’t Youngji here the one at fault? She mindlessly triggered everyone.” He retorted, scoffing at her.

Youngji was about to cry once more but I patted her back, and glared at the bald aging man in front of us.

“If you’re just gonna point fingers at her and not gonna help, then I’ll file a complaint against Fei, you, and to this whole school.” I slammed my hands against his desk, causing her to lean away from me on his chair.

“T-then. . . Would you mind if I speak to Youngji alone?” He gulped, but I’m not falling for that. I won’t leave Youngji alone in here with this awful man.

“What if I said no? I’m not leaving her here with you.” I squinted my eyes at him, almost sending out crackles of electricity back at him.
He was about to say something but my phone rang my usual ringtone. I pulled it out from my pocket and saw that my mom was calling me.

“Then I’ll leave you too behind. You better do something about this, or else I’ll have you locked up in prison for the rest of your life.” I menaced at him one last time before walking towards the door. Patting Youngji’s shoulder, she gave me a reassuring smile as she nodded her head, before I exited the office.

I left them there, walking across the corridor as I answered the call.

“Mom.” I mumbled, glancing back at the door where I came from then back at front.
“Sweetie, where are you? I got you freshly baked croissants! You’re favorite.” She beamed across the line, I smiled in delight, I’m sure Youngji would like to eat those with me.

Or better yet, after her talk with the principal and after we get those wounds and bruises treated, I’ll take her to my house and let her eat all the delicious food mom buys.

“I’m still at school.” I replied, stopping besides the window glass and stared outside. I glanced behind me and made sure I’m still near the principal’s office door, about 40 meters away from me.

“I’m at the school gate, I dropped by since I thought that you still might be here and turns out I’m right!” She cheered, I can hear the sound of the endless flowing of water, making me know that she’s besides the river infront of the school. “Come and get it here, I still have to give some for your dad at his office.”

I was reluctant, glancing back at the principal’s office then back outside the window. I saw my mother standing besides the gate, carrying a brown plastic bag where I believe the croissants were at.

“Okay. . . I’ll be there in a minute.” I ended the call, before walking away. Quietly observing the silent hallways, and wondering how peaceful this place is without people in it.
As soon as I reached the school gates, my mother wasn’t there anymore. The certain spot she was standing on is nothing more but an empty space.

“Mom?!” I called, shifting my gaze side to side. After continously searching for her, I gave up and pulled out my phone, dialling her number as I impatiently tap my foot.

“Yooma.” She suddenly mentioned my name which is very unusual, she usually calls me sweetie or honey but her using my name means that something serious had happened.
“What happened? You were just here a moment ago.”
“I’m sorry but. . . Our neighbors called us, there’s a fire right in front of our house and. . . I. . . I don’t know what to do. . . I immediately called a taxi.” Her voice was trembling, and my eyes were wide from shock.

“Mom! Don’t worry, I’ll be there in a sec!” I raised my voice, panic evident from my action.

Fortunately, there was a taxi passing by and I stopped it by raising my arms at it. I entered the car and said our address in a frantic manner.

As much as I want to stay behind and help Youngji solve her issue, I can’t possibly leave my mom alone in this kind of situation.
I’m sorry Youngji, I can’t help you right now.
*
Distant sounds of chattering and sirens from police cars parked outside the school echoed throughout the building. Students gathered at the 4th floor, near the restroom giving out a putrid smell.

“I only left my eye on you for a moment. . .” I stood steadily, my eyes staring blankly at the girl sitting peacefully on the toilet seat. “And you already caused another trouble.” I mumbled, tears streaming rapidly from my emotionless eyes as I stare at the dead body of my best friend.

Her lips were pale and bluish, her complexity turned much paler from the lack of blood that is now scattered on the floor around her. I looked at her tearstained face, a frozen smile formed and her eyes was closed as if she accepted her end with open arms.
“How. . . How foolish.” I stopped from suppressing my tears and let it all out, letting my head hung low amd stare at the glaring red floor

The policeman already dragging me away from the crime scene in fear that I might mess with it and ruin valuable evidence.

Before I was completely pulled out of the restroom along with the other students with their phones out, I caught a gleaming object at the floor next to her.

It brought back memories to my mind. That shining object is indeed, without a doubt.
Is the principal’s razor blade.