[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
I pressed the keys of my phone as I searched for something involving psychology. I spent all my time researching how and why people feel emotions.
Maybe, I should be a psychologist when I grow up. In that way, I could assess these emotions better.
But isn't it better if people don't feel any emotions at all? These emotions are the reasons why people won't use their brains. It just makes people dumb.
I sighed deeply and lay down on my lavender-scented soft bed.
At some point, I thought it would be nice if I had emotions, but most of the time, I didn't want to feel those.
I was born this way, and I'm sure there are many people out there like me.
"Hi, Bella!" Jameson opened the door of my room and looked at me. He's still wearing his P.E. uniform.
"Go out, you stink!" I rudely replied.
He mocked me and closed the door again.
I wonder if I felt emotions, would I also like him?
I sighed again and decided to go to the balcony of my room. It's adorable here, just like at the rooftop of the school. Jameson told me that it calms him whenever he goes outside while staring at the astonishing view and feeling the breeze of the cool air and the scorching sun.
He told me that I could just go to the balcony and relax whenever I had terrible thoughts.
I feel like a different person ever since I lived with him, but it doesn't change that I am a psycho.
I can't love, and hurting someone makes me satisfied. What a life I would be living.
The stars and the moon are so beautiful. I felt the cold air touching my skin and moving my hair. I glanced down, and I saw someone staring at me. The moment I looked at him, he covered his face with his hooded jacket and turned away.
I squinted my eyes and remembered the weird guy at middle school. Is he that person? I'm not sure because I have blurry eyesight, so I just disregarded the thought.
"Hi, Bella." I heard a very soothing and fresh voice that came from my back.
I turned around and saw Jameson, who's finally in his blue pajamas and wet hair because he took a shower.
He smells like a baby.
"You love this place." He went beside me and placed his arms on the grills.
"Yeah." I shortly replied. I looked at him, and his eyes were staring at the stars above us.
"They're shining," I said unconsciously.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing. I said the stars are shining."
I was about to go back inside my room, but I saw something flash. It's like someone captured a picture. I immediately glanced down and looked where the flash came from.
"Bella, are you okay? What are you doing?" Jameson asked me worriedly.
"Nothing, I thought I saw something," I replied.
"Hmm, okay."
I was sure my eyes saw that someone had captured a picture of Jameson and me. I didn't see his face, but he was wearing black and was holding a camera.
Is it the hooded guy? I can't make speculations, but why would he do it?
I will ask him tomorrow.
...
The following day, Jameson and I went to school very early, like early, as the sun had not yet risen. He needs to prepare for their mock tournament later and might not walk with me again when we go home.
I slowly walked into the hallway of the school, and all the lights were still off. I couldn't see anything, so I grabbed my phone from my sling bag and opened the flashlight.
As I pointed the flash in front, a face just popped out! What the heck?
Like a face of a literal person.
"Hi, sorry, did I scare you?" The guy said in a deep and hoarse voice.
He is pretty taller than me and wears thick glasses. His hair is messy, and he probably didn't shower this morning. He is also wearing a uniform different from the regular students.
"No, please don't block my way. If this is some kind of prank or something, well, I'm not terrified at all." I replied coarsely.
I just passed through him and tried to open our classroom door, but it's still locked.
"Geez," I mumbled.
"I have the key." The guy approached me again and showed me the key in his right hand.
"Then open this door," I commanded him.
"Hmm, I don't want to."
"Are you out of your mind?"
He came close to me and cornered me at the door, his left arm was above my head, and his right arm was opening the doorknob using the key.
"Hey! What's your problem?!" I screamed and pushed him away from me.
He took out a camera from his bag and started taking pictures of me. I covered my face because the flash was too much! I remembered the clicking sound I heard yesterday.
Is he the one who took a picture of Jameson and me on the balcony of my room? They kinda look similar.
"Hey, why are you stalking me?" I asked him while my eyes were throwing dagger stares.
"Stalking? What do you mean?" He asked confusedly.
"Why are you taking pictures of me?"
"Oh, that? Haha! I'm the student council secretary. I'm just taking pictures of students who came early to school because I need them for the attendance."
Attendance?
"Look, here's also a picture of your friend, Jameson. I met him at the field a while back and also took a picture of him."
He showed me pictures of Jameson at the field with a soccer ball, who's looking so annoyed while covering his face.
"Please ask permission before you take pictures. You're making yourself look like a creep." I told him and bumped his shoulders as I passed through him again.
I'm sure I've seen him somewhere.
I went directly inside the classroom and opened the lights. I was startled because I saw a girl sleeping at her table. Didn't she go home?
Her hands look so pale, and her hair is a mess. There were also red spots under her chair.
Those red spots, it's blood!
I rushed immediately towards her and lifted her head. She looks so horrible! There were lumps in her face, and her lips were sewed. Her face is full of blood.
She's dead.
If people saw her situation right now, they would think she was bullied. Who on earth would sew someone's lips? Well, probably me.
The murder might have happened yesterday afternoon until evening. Her body is already too cold, which means she's been dead for a couple of hours.
I immediately ran outside to look for the student council secretary because he was here earlier than me. He probably saw the body even before I came.
I stopped for a second and grasped a thought.
What if he killed the student?
It's still a vague suspicion, but why does he have the key? We didn't lock the classroom yesterday.
Unless he might be actually involved.
I ran to find Jameson at the field, and he was there playing soccer all by himself.
"Hey, James!" I yelled at him. I'm tired of running.
"Yo! What's the problem?" He replied and ran towards me.
"My classmate, she's dead! Her body is in the classroom, cold, and her lips were sewed. Her face is full of blood and lumps." I speedily told him while catching breath.
"Wait, what? Dead? Your classmate?"
"Yeah."
We rushed immediately to my classroom, but the body-
It was gone.
"Hmm, where?" Jameson uttered.
"I'm sure it was just here earlier, I saw it with my two eyes!"
"Bella, I know your past was very dark, but you should stop hallucinating things." He said while cupping my face.
"Anyway, do you want me to stay with you here? It's pretty scary being in a classroom alone, especially if it's dark outside. I'll leave once the sun shows up." He continued.
I just let him in, and I glanced at the table where I saw the body. Even the drops of blood were cleaned.
I don't know if this is one of the bullying cases here, but I have a strong doubt that she's not bullied.
There's something deeper and darker.
"Hey, Bella, you're overthinking. Don't think about it anymore. No one died, okay?"
"Have you seen any students here being bullied?" I asked him.
"Uhm, none at all, but I couldn't see everything. The bullying might happen outside the campus."
"Right," I replied and thought deeply.
*Ting*
I glanced at Jameson, and he grabbed his phone from his pocket.
"Oh, someone messaged." He mumbled.
I just looked at him while reading the message and his expression changed.
"Hey, the mock tournament today is canceled! I didn't even get enough sleep last night because I had to wake up early, and now the tournament is canceled?!"
All of a sudden? What if someone was just trying to make us come to school early?
"Who messaged you that?" I asked.
"Uhm, it's from an unknown number, but I think it's a student from the other university."
 
"Can you track who messaged you that?"
"Yes, I can, but why?"
"Just do as I say. Something's fishy."
The student council secretary, I'm sure you know something about this.