Death anniversary

After having breakfast with Mom, I washed my face, changed into a white shirt and jeans that looked similar to certain someone, and went out, riding my bike to the school.

There was a Club Fair today. The students were obliged to come if they wanted to sign for the club activities if they hadn't submitted their application letter a few days ago.

I had submitted mine before, so I came there only to survey the location where I would put all the posters on Monday for the finale tomorrow. This was the only chance for me to survey without getting noticed because school was closed tomorrow.

When I arrived at school, it was crowded with first-year students like me going in and out of the Club building. I didn't intend to go there, so I just walked to the empty school building.

I walked from one corridor to another, checking every spot where I could put the poster. Well, not exactly a poster, but many printouts that would reveal everything on Monday morning. 

I marked few places, especially the lockers. I wanted to put as many printouts as possible on students' lockers, so they would see everything. 

And I wanted to make sure that it was shocking news, enough to shock everyone, including Kristen. 

It took me almost an hour to mark all the spots, and I went to the bathroom. The school was the only place where it was safe for me to text Kristen with Helena's phone. 

I turned off the airplane mode, and there were few texts from Kristen. 

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Kristen: You're colluding with Cerise, right?

Kristen: Who are you?

Kristen: Bitch, once I caught Cerise, I will force her to tell me your identity!

Kristen: You're not Helena! She died one year ago!

Kristen: I swear if you dare to do something, I will gouge your eyes out!

—

I laughed after reading all of Kristen's anxious texts. She had shed all her presence against me, so she started texting me like how she texted Cerise. 

Today was good one year of Helena's death. I've prepared a gift for Kristen. 

I intentionally dressed just like what Helena wore on her last day. I checked the shirt and the jeans that Helena wore again, just to make sure.

Then I took out a paper and wrote;

- One year after my death, how could you live guilt-free every day? Come here, Kristen, since you convinced me to kill myself, it should bring you as my company. -

I took a picture with a timer on Helena's phone and edited it by giving it a black and white filter to mask few obvious things, and also cut my head, so the picture was only from neck to high with the paper as the focus.

I edited my boobs area because it was a bit too… big because Helena was wearing a plain white shirt on her last day. 

It was very similar to the old picture. I chuckled after making sure that it was perfect, scary enough to frighten Kristen.

Before I sent this, I did the same method as before. I called Kristen and then put the phone on the sink, and after few beeps, Kristen picked up the call.

Kristen said nothing. Maybe she was already terrified to the bone but still had enough courage to pick up the call.

…

…

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Kristen hung up the call soon after. I grinned and texted her:

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Helena: Why are you hanging up? I'm talking to you.

Kristen: Shut up.

Helena: That's too bad, well, do you still remember the last picture that I took for you?

Helena: *Picture Sent*

—

I waited until I saw two blue checks on the picture, meaning that Kristen had seen it. She didn't reply immediately, I saw her typing for a moment, but she didn't send any reply back. 

Thus I followed with the second hit.

—

Helena: Are you surprised that I still have the picture? That's because Cerise still has it on my phone. 

Helena: Maybe she is just waiting for the right time before ruining your life. But then again, Cerise and I are childhood friends. Of course, she will help me.

Helena: This is all her idea, you know. 

Helena: Oh, hold on, I still have one more gift for you to commemorate one year of my death. 

Helena: *Picture sent*

—

I sent the picture that I just took and edited to Kristen. When the blue checks appeared on the photo I just sent, Kristen's Whatsapp status as 'online' disappeared instantly. So I guessed that she turned off her phone immediately. 

I shrugged, "Well, that'd be enough to traumatize her for the whole weekend. I'm pretty sure she will be unhinged once she goes to school on Monday."

I turned off the phone and leave the bathroom. I walked through the corridor and accidentally bumped into a meat wall at the intersection. 

"Ouch!" 

I bounced after hitting him and fell backward in an awkward manner. I rubbed my head that hit the floor just now. But this man, he didn't even try to help me and said, "Heh, you again, Shortie. Why do you keep bumping into me?"

I recognized that familiar voice. It was the same guy who bumped into me before. When I opened my eyes, the tall and broad shoulder walking away in another direction reminded me of the same scene that happened in the Club building corridor.

"Hey, you bumped into me. At least say sorry!" I called him out immediately. 

The guy kept walking away and replied, "I forgive you for bumping into me."

"Asshole!" I yelled back at him, and he just chuckled and left the school building. 

I got up and brushed the dirt on my shirt. It took me a while until the realization came…

Wait, what was that guy's business in this empty school building?