WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 118

As I walked Hyun Min to his room, the hallway seemed to buzz with an undercurrent of tension. Students milled about, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. I tuned out the commotion and focused on helping Hyun Min, my hand gently guiding him towards his door. "Your keys?" I asked softly, and he rummaged through his pockets before handing them over to me.

The keychain jingled softly as I unlocked the door, and we stepped inside, leaving the murmurs of the hallway behind. Hyun Min's exhaustion was palpable as he trudged over to the bed, his movements slow and labored. He collapsed onto the bed, and I couldn't help but smile at his tired expression. With gentle hands, I lifted his legs onto the bed and covered him with the blanket. As he relaxed into the softness, his face looked adorable, and I felt a pang of affection towards him.

I switched off the light, casting the room into a warm, golden glow, and headed outside, closing the door softly behind me. As I walked away, snippets of conversation drifted towards me from the students in the hallway. "What happened?" someone asked, their voice laced with concern. "I don't know, but it's got something to do with Na Yeon," another student replied, their voice barely above a whisper. My curiosity was piqued, and I quickened my pace, my mind racing with questions.

As I entered my room, my phone buzzed with messages, the screen lighting up with notifications. I picked it up, my heart sinking as I saw the messages about Na Yeon. My eyes widened in shock as I read through them, the words blurring together on the screen.'Na yeon was dead!!' I felt a chill run down my spine as the reality of the situation sank in.

The silence of my room seemed oppressive, and I felt a sense of the questions swirling in my head. I took a deep breath, trying to process the news, my mind reeling with the implications,not like we were even close,but RIP to her.

She was really miserable.

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As I emerged from the haze of sleep, the morning light streaming through my window seemed to mock me, its brightness a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled within me. The news of Na Yeon's passing still lingered in my mind like a bad omen, refusing to be shaken off. I sighed, knowing that life had to go on, no matter how cruel it seemed. The exams would continue, a harsh reminder that some things remained unchanged despite the turmoil that had beset our school.

I reached for my phone, only to find that I had no signal. Frustrated, I decided to step outside, hoping to find a better connection. The crisp morning air greeted me as I strolled out of the school gates. Once I had a stable signal, I quickly sent a message to Racy. "Good morning, Racy." I typed.

Her response came almost immediately. "I thought you were still fuming at me. Did you finally cool down?" she asked, her words piercing through the screen with a hint of concern. I chuckled wryly as I typed out a response. "Honestly, I was pretty upset, but I've got bigger things on my mind now. Like, what were you thinking, almost making a move on him while he was asleep? That was pretty reckless," I sent the message, feeling a mix of emotions as I recalled the incident.

Racy's apology came swiftly. "I'm really sorry, Sarah. I wasn't thinking straight. It was stupid of me," she typed, her words laced with remorse. I smiled, the tension between us dissipating slightly. "Where are you? She asked.

"Outside," I replied.

"Did you hear about na yeon passing?" I typed

"Yeah, Na Yeon's passing is just... I don't even know how to process it," she sent, her words echoing my own sentiments. I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Yes, it's just so shocking." I typed, the words feeling inadequate in the face of such tragedy.

As I stood there, lost in our conversation, I felt a sudden presence brush past me. It was fast, almost imperceptible. At first, I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but then a sharp pain pierced my skin, like the prick of a needle. I turned, and my eyes caught a glimpse of a lady walking away quickly. My instincts kicked in, and I tried to run after her, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, making my legs feel like jelly.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to clear my vision. The lady seemed to be getting farther away, and I stumbled forward, my legs refusing to cooperate. I managed to take a few steps before my legs gave way, and I collapsed onto a nearby bench, sitting down heavily. I gripped the edge of the bench, trying to steady myself as the world around me spun.

As I sat on the bench, the world around me a blur, I felt another presence looming over me. Before I could react, a pair of arms wrapped around me, pulling me away from the bench with a gentle yet firm grip. I tried to struggle, to break free from the grasp, but my body felt like lead, weighed down by the dizziness that still lingered from the sudden attack.

My mind screamed for help, but my voice was trapped, muffled by some unseen force. I was surrounded by students, their faces a blur as they went about their day, oblivious to my distress. The lady holding me moved with a calculated precision, her grip not forceful, but firm enough to keep me in place. She seemed to be trying to avoid drawing attention to herself, her movements smooth and unhurried.

I tried to resist, to push against her, but my body felt numb, unresponsive. My limbs flailed weakly, like a puppet with its strings cut. The lady's grip was like a vice, holding me in place as she pulled me towards the van. I was lifted into the vehicle, the doors closing behind me with a metallic clang. The darkness was sudden and suffocating, like a shroud thrown over my head.

Wait, what's going on? I tried to shout, but my voice was barely a whisper, a faint murmur lost in the darkness.