my answer is you

him

What have I done? Ever since I talked to Hani my life completely turned upside down, well I'm being dramatic.

Since the breakup of Jaehyun and Hani, Hani thought I was under it for telling Jaehyun she was bullying someone.

Before reaching for my locker, I was greeted by a pink note, overflowing with the fragrance of strawberries. Though, on it is written with a red pen, like a death note, reading "You're next,".

It sent shivers down my spine. I look around clockwise, searching for a culprit, but none was out of the ordinary.

'Wtf, did they have the wrong locker?' I inspected the note again.

After a while of assuming, they might have mistaken because all lockers looks similar to one another, I shrug the feeling off. I crumple the paper and thrus it into my pocket.

But what is in my locker is a bolt from the blue.

It reeks of a foul odour. A decaying smell. It was a whiff of it at first, until the larger I extended the door, the stronger my appetite has loss.

There, placed a discard of a rotten flesh of a bird. The feathers were ruffled, there were patches of the feathers that were pulled out by force, resulting to the tissue being ripped off together. The wings were cut off and as if that's not enough of a torture, needles were stucked into it like a voodoo doll. Surrounding with a pool blood as it drips to the floor.

I froze feeling my heart sank. I feel detached and confused. My stomach felt like it was in a whirl. After a while I feel nauseatic.

The smell became pungent as the door was still laid open, heads turns towards me.

"What is that smell?"

"Ew that looks gross,"

"What the fuck is that?"

"That's disgusting,"

Words sticking onto my back but I couldn't comprehend the feeling I had after looking at the dead bird.

"Y/n what's going on?" Both hands lays on my shoulder from behind.

Facing the speaker, I found Mark in a shock.

"Dude, the fuck?" Having a dazed look of bewilderment.

Words couldn't come out of my mouth as if I was electrocuted. Overwhelming with emotions, unable to process to the traumatic event I stood silent like I'm drowning it water.

"Mark do you know who did this?" Pointing at the dead animal.

Sensing my distress and fear, he pulls me in a huge hug patting my head. "It's okay, it's okay," comforting me. Vertical wrinkles appears between my eyebrows.

I was intoxicated with the aroma of his perfume. He smelt like fresh baked cookies, just right out of the oven.

It is not the first time he hugs me, he does it frequently and it always feels like I'm safe and home.

"Okay but what are we gonna do with that tho," I pull myself off of him.

Then I hear chuckles.

There I see Hani, with her highlighter headed gang eyeing me.

She's messed up, she's so psycho.

Clenching my fist to a ball, I let out a deep sigh refraining myself from fighting. Smoldering with resentment I gave her a small smile.

But more to a 'fuck you,' smile.

She grins.

Instead another wave of fury crashed to me. Without hesitation I picked up the bird, even with the sudden sharp pain with the pins engraving into my palm I still toss it to her direction.