4. The Sun No Longer Shines

The bone-chilling wind caressed the tired body that was still hugging her knees. Ignoring the voice that now invaded her ears with a pitiful realization. Her strength has not returned with a sweet dream tonight. Showing beautiful pictures that actually look fake.

A touch managed to make her look up with her eyelids still wouldn't open. She realized that she was tired for some reason so her eyes were also difficult to control properly. A voice asked how she was, but she still couldn't see who the person in front of her was with her eyes still closed.

Someone cupped her face. Makes eyelids open and catches whoever is in front of her. She didn't know her. The that eyes turned to the clothes were wear. He's the police?

She regained consciousness and began to look around to have a look. Many people are in her dirty and messy house. She looked down for a moment. Looks at the body that looks weak, then looks at the person in front of her. Her eyes flashed with memories that seemed to just disappear. Confusion and consciousness enveloped her.

"Miss, Allison?"

The girl blinked again when she heard someone's voice in front of her. She nodded to say that it was her name. Again, she looked around and back saw a lot of people but she still didn't understand.

The policeman sighed. "Wait here," he said and left.

Michaela. The girl caught something that passed by her just like that. A yellow bag usually used to identify a corpse with the police officer who lifted the bag away. She still wasn't aware. Her eyes darted around, but she didn't feel anything wrong. Just a floor with a lot of blood marks and broken stuff everywhere.

The police previously approached the girl with a bottle of water. Michaella accepted, still unable to understand the situation she saw. Meanwhile, the police continued to observe Michaella's movements and occasionally shook his head to blame what he was thinking.

"Drink it," he said realized that Michaella had only received the drink he gave her.

Michaella nodded and simply obeyed the policeman's words. Not a word came out of the girl's mouth even as the policeman spoke and asked. Michaella just nodded and nodded in response. The face was so innocent and tired with swollen eyelids. She certainly cried for a very long time because eyebags were also black around her eyes.

"Are you feeling good?"

Michaella didn't answer. Her mind began to focus on the yellow bag she saw earlier. She looked at the policeman. "What happened in my house?" she asked in a weak voice.

The policeman turned to look at the situation and Michaella also looked back. Some people have gone out and some are still observing every detail of the house. the policeman looked back at Michaella. A little hesitant to say what really happened.

"You're the only one left, Miss Allison."

The policeman's words made the wrinkles visible on Michaella's forehead. The girl was not understanding what the police had just said to her. Is she the only one left? Left because of what and how can it happen?

The policeman saw Michaella's confused face but did not attempt to explain what had happened. Maybe it was because Michaella had just woken up from her sleep, or because her body was tired from what had happened earlier. Who knows. No one knows what is in a man's heart and what he is thinking except a certain person and certain abilities.

"Mr. El. Time to come back."

The policeman turned as one of his members approached. He looked back at Michaella with a look of do no have the heart to, but this was all fate. Death has been taken. He couldn't be of more help and the final resort was to accept reality. Even though it was very painful.

"I will contact you for further information, Miss Allison. I'm leaving first."

Michaela didn't respond. She only watched the cop's footsteps getting further and further away from her and everyone else following behind. The door closed again with the silence that then enveloped. Still the same as her sweet dream, she was alone in a false beauty.

Michaella blinked her eyes for the umpteenth time. She saw blood marks marked with police marks and something that formed several overlapping bodies. Michaella still doesn't realize what happened, but she's trying to remember everything well. Her consciousness must return immediately to be able to understand this incident.

Michaella turned as soon as the curtains opened in the wind. She rose from her position to see what was out there. Her steps were very careful with her eyes focused forward. That skinny body looks weaker with hair that can be said to be messy.

The head poked a little to see what was going on outside her house. The noise of people made her observe them one by one but didn't quite understand what they were talking about. Michaella closed the curtains and walked back to her room. Passing the floor with blood marks on it just like that with only thoughts fixed on the soft bed. Her body felt tired and she wanted to rest for a long time.

The girl turned back when she felt she heard something, but it was empty. No one or people are talking to her. She tried to ignore it and walked back up the stairs. Her eyes darted around the room again. All quiet and still. There was no sound other than the sound of his footsteps still wearing shoes that were also dirty with blood marks.

Michaela. The girl stopped right in the doorway of her room. Her eyes darted around unsure of what she was seeing. Her usual tidy room was now a mess with all the things falling and breaking. The books she enjoyed had also been torn apart on purpose. Her brow furrowed with a weary face. She's being lazy.

Michaella continued her way. She rule out the torn papers and other damaged items that lay on her bed. Opened the bed cover and took another sheet to put it back on. At least he didn't want to sleep in a dirty and dusty place even though her room was like a broken ship.

Michaella lay her body curled up withered. Hugging her knees under the blanket she was wearing. Slowly the tears flowed. seeped down his cheeks and then into the pillow he was overlapping. For some reason, the tightness suddenly approached and he could no longer hold back the tears. There were no sobs, but it was more suffocating.

"Nothing happened, Michaela. Nothing happened and all is well. So don't worry about anything."

She kept on muttering with tears that couldn't stop flowing. She didn't know what to do anymore. Her heart was getting tighter seeing everyone leaving her. Alone here. No laughter and joy. Realizing that she no longer has the people she loves. Just alone.

Michaella snuggled deeper under the thick blanket that wrapped her. Hugging her like a bolster. The pain got worse when it was all over. Realizing that it turns out that the real wound is not a wound that looks bloody, but a wound that is imprinted but invisible and deep in her heart.