Vision by Ratih Farida

 

SYNOPSIS

Indira Larasati, a senior high school student who had a friend named Patricia Geraldine. Both seemed close until one day she figured out something about Patricia. This made her assume that they're not really that close as they thought.

 

She's so gloomy like that Gloomy Sunday. That was the vision she had for her in the future. And that's when she realized that she got a blessing or even a curse.

The Story

This story contains strong language, fouls behavior, suicidal behavior/thought, blood, etc. So, better not read if it trigger you to do something similar but whoever read this, thanks for your support, I love you a lot. Stay here, be my loyal readers lmao xx

Sunday is Gloomy,

My hours are slumberless,

Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.

Little white flowers will never awaken you.

 

The song was played by a girl named Patricia Geraldine through earphones that connected to her cellphone. And there was a girl named Indira Larasati who sat next to her.

Indira was a native Indonesian girl. Meanwhile, Patricia Geraldine was a Hungarian-Indonesian girl. Apparently the two of them were seat mates. And the class was still going on. But it seemed like both of them didn't pay enough attention to the class.

"Since when have you been listening to Gloomy Sunday?" Indira asked her, whispering. But Patricia literally ignored her for putting on her earphones. So, she decided to elbow her.

"Since that Gloomy Sunday?" Patricia finally answered. So, she literally heard what Indira said before. But she pretended not to hear.

"But you wouldn't do anything stupid, would you?"

"Like suicide?" Patricia sounded cynical.

Indira sighed, "Just forget it." Deep down, she suddenly worried about her.

The two girls finally came back to their own business where one of them paid attention to the teacher who was busy teaching her students in front of class. And she was Indira.

While the other one was still listening to the music secretly. She was hoping that she wouldn't get caught for not paying attention to the teacher. And this girl was Patricia. Who else?

"Okay, Let's stop discussing these Introvert, Ambivert and Extrovert matters. Anyone have a question?" The counseling teacher was starting a Q&A session with the students.

One of the students apparently asked a question off topic. "Ma'am, what about personality disorders like umm... psychopaths or sociopaths?"

The teacher was about to answer but her answer was interrupted by one of the other students. "And what about bipolar?"

"Yes, ma'am. Why does a personality disorder like that always lead to suicide?"

And again, the teacher was interrupted by the ringing bell. So, this class really has to come to an end.

 

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Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coach

Of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thoughts

Of ever returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

A black haired girl now was walking up to the rooftop with her hands holding such a pair of lunch meals, where she and Patricia discussed something about having lunch upstairs earlier.

That Gloomy Sunday seemed to come back echoing in her ears. But now the song was heard like a singing voice. And that's when she knew that Patricia was the one who sang that gloomy song.

"Pat..." She was so shocked running closer to where Patricia stood. So, she accidentally dropped their lunch. But it seemed like they didn't matter anymore when she caught her walking around the edge of the roof. "What the fuck was on your mind?"

"Heh, back off." Earlier Indira wanted to pull her away from that dangerous side of the roof. But Patricia pushed her hands away.

"Seriously? I told you earlier not to do anything stupid."

"Heh, what was it exactly? I'm just walking around the edge. I'm having fun here, so?" Patricia scoffed.

"Still it's dangerous.. I just worry about you. So, come down." She insisted.

"No."

"Girl, please."

"Seriously? Why did you have to worry about me?"

"You're my friend?" Indira seemed to be the one who wanted to stop arguing.

"Tch." Patricia continued to walk around the edge carefully, letting her hands hang in the air.

"Patricia, what's bothering you? Be honest with me." She looked at her in horror. She's afraid of her getting slipped.

All of a sudden, Patricia stopped walking and her sinister laugh was bursting out. Her laugh made Indira shudder in horror.

"Oh, curious much?" Patricia flattened her face.

Indira sighed, "Come on.."

"Oh, you think you can solve my problem?" Now she was bursting out in anger. "You think you can be a father of this fuckin' unborn piece of shit?"

Indira was too stunned to speak. "What??"

"See? What a fuckin' useless piece of whore you are." The way she cussed, it led Indira to awaken her wrath. So, she slapped her.

"Watch your mouth! No need to be rude like that. I was just trying to help." She was mad for a second but then she still had such a good heart to catch her when she almost fell.

"Heh, what did you expect for having a fuckin' bipolar friend like me? I wish for nothing else but being dead every single time. My life has been over since that Gloomy Sunday.. I wish to haunt that fuckin' rapist to death.."

"Patricia.." She didn't let her cuss anymore. She wanted to embrace her, wanting to save her from the death end, but yet she refused her.

"Fuck off."

"No, I won't. Please, stop!"

"Bitch."

Too bad. It seemed like Patricia really had a strong will to death. So, she hit her on the face. Patricia made her hiss and fell on her butt.

"No!" Indira was screaming to watch her falling down from the edge to the ground. She was finally kissing her death end like she was wishing to.

Earlier she watched her smirk before falling. The way she wanted so bad to be dead was really killing her to the point she was bursting into tears right now.

She watched her unstoppable bleeding from the edge of the roof even though she was no longer alive. And slowly, a bunch of students surrounded her. Some of the female students screamed, while the male ones tried to find some help or dial the ambulance.

She was on her knees now, crying out loud. She literally blamed herself for slapping her earlier. The way she slapped her was the only cause for her to trip then fall and lead her to die.

"Fuck you, you're a fuckin murderer..." She's crying in frustration. So, she let the back of her head hit the wall harshly.

And the way she hit her own head was leading her to see her surroundings spinning around. She was wincing in pain, while her vision now was slightly blurry. And for a few minutes away, she succeeded to let herself fall gracefully. She officially let herself unconscious.

 

 

***

 

 

"What the fuck?"

From the way that girl cursed, all eyes were now officially on her.

"Miss Larasati, did you have such a nice nap?" A teacher approached her with a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, sorry, Ma'am." She was feeling half awake while saying sorry. And all of the students now were mocking her by their laughter echoing in the classroom.

"Detention later, Miss." The teacher warned her as she was starting all over to teach.

She only let out a sigh but the girl beside her seemed not to pay attention to the current situation.

"Patricia?" Indira was whispering to call her seatmate. But then she ignored her.

Indira then noticed the earphones on her ears. She leaned closer and had an idea to eavesdrop on what she's listening to. She was gulping later and widened her eyes when the Gloomy Sunday echoed in her ear like a DeJavu.

This scene was like a vision for her, where she could define it as a blessing or rather a curse. She never knew what her vision meant but just blessed her curse inside her mind instead.

"Oh, shit. Here we go again."

THE END