Cat Walk Wish (Part 2)

Cat Walk Wish (Part 2) The next day, I went to the old garden again. I sat in the deserted bench where I sat the last time I went there. I felt good and relaxed - especially I was picked by the coach of the college basketball. Minutes later, I heard a voice again. I ignored it. I thought it was normal to the place. Well, last time the same voice was badgering me. It kept calling me, so I looked to the cat-walk. Upstairs, I found my friend, sitting in his wheelchair. "Hey!" He said. "Congratulations. I'm very proud of you." After he spoke, I went upstairs but not to talk to him. Instead, I just passed over him. I went straightly to my classroom. I waited for him, but he didn't come. Our teacher was in the classroom preparing to discuss our lesson, but still he's nowhere to be found. Three subjects passed, but he's still nowhere. I felt worried. I left him in the old garden, in the cat-walk. I became exaggerated. I was thinking something bad happened to him. So I decided to go back there, but before I can make it to the exit, I found him approaching. I felt relieved. Then I went back to my table. ---------- For almost a week, in our practice, our coach was praising me, especially my friend was gone. His encouragement motivated me very much. I practiced and show him my skills very well. After the practice and cleaning the whole gym, I went to our locker room. I heard my teammates' conversation. One of them said, if only my friend was present, our coach will never be amused at me. Then someone talked, "Did you know, (my friend)'s right leg will never recover anymore?" I was devastated to what I heard. What?! Will He never play basketball anymore? I felt guilty. I don't know what I should do. How can I say sorry to him? I told myself, it wasn't your fault, maybe it was just a coincidence - you wished in the cat-walk the same day my friend was met an accident. Probably, it was just a coincidence. Even I was lying on my bed, I was still thinking of him. "Maybe it’s the right time to talk to him and bring back our friendship again.” My daemon told me. The next morning, I was waiting for him at the gate. I wanted to befriend him again. I planned to talk to him and say sorry. I was waiting there too long. Our first subject was about to start. I thought maybe he's absent so I went to my classroom. Everyone was chattering, enjoying themselves with anything. I was alone. No one was speaking to me. It felt strange. I didn't know why. Something’s bothering me, and I didn't know what it was. Our teacher went in our classroom. "Good morning, class." Our teacher said. We're about to say good morning too, when he spoke again. "Or should I say bad morning to everyone." Everyone was wondering. "Class. Wait." Our teacher said. "I have some bad news." Everyone was looking at him. Everyone wanted to listen to the bad news. "(My friend) is dead." Those words made me shiver, weary, and grievous. It's not only me who was shocked to the news, everyone. I carried my bag and went straight to the door without saying any excuse to my teacher. I wanted to go to my friend's house. At first, I didn't know the reason of his death. When I arrived, I talked to my friend's mom and asked her what happened. She was crying - sorrowfully and deeply crying. I understand why his mother cried that way, aside of being their son; he is also their only child. She answered me that he committed suicide. She said, they noticed my friend very sad the night before. They were asking him what's going on, but he didn't answer. The next morning, when she knocked he still didn't answer. At first, they thought he was still sleeping, but when it was too late for school, they decided to open the bedroom door. And there, they found him bathing in blood and as pale as the moon. The event was traumatic to me. I was blaming myself for what happened to him. I was also blaming the cat-walk. ---------- One afternoon, I intended being left alone in the gym. I wanted to forget what had happened. I was playing alone, but it seemed someone was watching over me. I felt my hair stands and also a cold air. Goosebumps were making me uneasy. I don't know if I was just being paranoid or what. One thing stumbled upon my mind - my friend. So I decided to go to the locker room and ready myself to have a bath. As I went into the shower room, the water suddenly fell at me, as if it was opened by somebody. I am not a coward. Why should I be scared? Even though I felt hard, I ignored it and simply acted nothing. Well, I finished my bath safely and I went out of the locker room and gym without something was happening. As I was walking through the corridor, I noticed that there's no one everywhere, even the janitor, and the hardener. I took a look at my watch. It wasn't that too late, but why is it? Why is the place look gloomy and uncomfortable? Suddenly, I noticed my legs were walking faster. I know to myself it was not good. Then, I met the janitor and the hardener - that relieved me. "Where was everybody?" I asked the Janitor. "Well, some of them went home and some of them visited (my friend)'s house." I forgot my friend was one of the famous students in the whole academy. So it’s obvious that they went there. I didn't bother myself to go to his house, even though I want to. I'm a bit necrophobic. I'm scared seeing corpses or even burials and even going to cemeteries. I am brave yes, but not in terms of corpses. I can stand alone in a scary place just that there's no ghost anywhere. In order for me to avoid being terrified, I explain everything in a scientific way. I went straight to my house. I lied on my bed and think about what happened to the gym. I know someone was watching me. My intuition hasn't mistaken yet especially if someone was looking at me secretly. And the shower, it just open suddenly, how can I explain it? Maybe the shower wasn't locked strongly, I might had turned it slightly and begin to shower water abruptly. Well, it scared me. But my explanation was enough. No dead and no ghost for that day, I told myself. And no (my friend). ---------- It was 3pm at night. I was sleeping alone in my bedroom with lights off and aircon is on. Suddenly, someone was throwing a stone at my window two times. I wasn't sure if it was actually a stone or something, but it seemed a stone because the window glass was about to break. I covered myself with my blanket. The throwing stopped. So I took a look at the window. A dark shadow showed on the other side of the window glass. I was still staring at it, taking a clear look and familiarizing myself to what it was. Then, suddenly two red eyes showed in the silhouette. I jump on my bed still holding my blanket. Then the dark thing passed through the window - it was going near me. "What was it?" I asked myself. I went to my bathroom, locked the door, and opened the light. I know it was not a good idea to go there, especially it can pass through solid things. But I knew if there was a light, a thing like that is vulnerable. I was very scared. I wanted to cry. I don't know why was this happening to me. I put my ears near the door to hear if the thing was still there. I was hearing nothing so I thought it might be gone. So I opened it slowly. I look at the switch aiming to open the lights in my room. I ran and opened the lights. Everything was alright, nothing was broken, but I wonder why the window was open. I looked outside to make sure nothing was out there. I noticed the blinking light on the light post. Someone was looking at me. I know there was someone standing there. My intuition started again. I concentrated looking in one place, but nothing was there. I hate this feeling. I locked the window, went back to my bed and lied there again. I closed my eyes, but I can't sleep anymore. I covered my whole body with my blanket. I still tried to sleep, and yet, my body resists going to sleep. I was still scared to what happened. Hence, I wanted the sun to shine. That's the only thing I can do. ---------- The sun shone, and I was sleepy. I waited for the sun because I was worried that it will happen again. My alarm clock rang very loud. It was 6 am in the morning. I went to school very early. My class will start on 8 am, but I was in the school 7 am. There were only the security guard, janitor, and the gardener. They were busy doing their jobs. I was the first student who arrived in the school. I sat down on the bench in the corridor and waited there, but it was boring and I felt very sleepy. I was still thinking about what happened last night. How should I explain all of it to myself? It's definitely paranormal. I stood up and started to walk. I visited the old garden and the cat-walk. There was remorse in me. I wanted everything to go back. I wanted my friend alive. I wished I didn't wish. That time, I was standing in front of the cat walk. I sighed first. Then, I closed my eyes, concentrate and started counting. One. Two. Three. Four. Five ..... Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Suddenly, someone called me. "Hey," Someone spoke. I stopped. I felt a sudden fear and my hands were shivering. The voice seemed familiar to me. I intended not to open my eyes. I told myself it's just an imagination, playing with me. Then I started counting again. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Then someone hold my shoulder. I felt a cold hand touching me. The wind is very cold. I hear the leaves swaying, the hush sound was terrifying. I still ignored the hand. The hand was still leaning on my shoulder. I started counting again. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. My sweat was oozing from my neck, and my hands are wet because of fear. Even I was still counting. Someone in me was telling me to stop the ritual. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. I stopped. The hand that’s touching my shoulder was gone. I can't say the last number. It seemed someone was in front of me. I feel its presence and the warmth of his body. I have no choice but to open my eyes. I was frightened by what I saw - a dark silhouette. I was about to fall down the stairs when it hold my hands. As he holds me, that's the only time I realized it was the gardener. "What are you thinking?!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing here?! Did you know what time is it?" I looked at my wrist watch and it was 7:50 am. I just ran away from him, without answering his questions or even a simple goodbye. Who was that person who spoke to me? And who hold my shoulder? It was still in my mind. ---------- To be Continued.