My palm was sweating, my body was shaking in fear. My tears trickled down my cheeks continuously as I walked towards the stage, hearing every step that I took. The silence was deafening, it was sad. I clenched my fist tighter trying to gather up my strength, I was petrified by the fact that all was not a dream, but reality itself. Something terrifying paid a visit, a visit worth decades. A visit that made a great impact in our lives... death. I stood behind the podium made of oak wood, the school logo was in the centre of it. I inhaled the fresh air, and I looked all around me, the trees were dancing gracefully, the grasses were green and well nurtured, the seats spread out in the whole entire lawn of St. Claire High. There were hundreds of students and staffs of SCH, and even the citizens of our little town in Wallace, Corinth. Each of their faces showed that they were grieving over their loved ones death, it was painful just thinking about what had happened two days ago, on Christmas. It was unexpected, it was surreal. I took in another deep breath, my stomach lurched and I felt a bit dizzy. I wiped my tears away and tried to speak, but no voice came out of me; the silence was growing, the pain was making me suffer, but I had to make sure to deliver this speech. I had to. "Every..." I paused and cleared my throat. "Each..." Thinking of what happened, I couldn't bare the fact that I saw everything, it was excruciating. Tears started to flow even more, the atmosphere was tensing and sickening. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. A painful smile drew on my lips, my lips parted and I started to speak, I tried so hard not to break down at that moment. "I, myself, can't believe the turn of events two days ago, when all of us were happily celebrating Christmas day. We are gathered here today in memory of the sixty-six students and six ever loving teachers that left us. We only did not lose our friends, but we lost our friends that we considered a part of our family. I am not very good at speech, nor I am very good with hiding my feelings. I lost my friends, watched them die in front of me while I couldn't do anything, I lost not only my best friend, but someone I hoped to be with for the rest of my life. We lost someone we loved from the deepest part of our hearts. I am sorry. I am sorry, that most students who survived the attack did not save the others. We are very sorry. All I want, is for us to be all in peace, and to pray for the souls of our friends that passed two days ago. Let us bow our heads and take a moment of peace in respect of the souls." I bowed my head and sobbed nonstop until the moment was finally over, but I couldn't speak anymore, my heart felt like it was being crushed by a giant's hand. I dropped the microphone and the silence grew into gasps and the cries of everyone present that day. I ran away, fast as I could have ever did. Everything scared me, everything was happening too fast. I cried so hard that day, that my thoughts were messed up, I wanted revenge. For a seventeen year old girl like me, I wanted to fight for the justice of everyone we lost that day, I wanted to fight for him. But how could I fight an infamous criminal? Damon Beelzebub, himself. I had a death wish, I knew the risk, but I was ready to take it anytime. ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ Bored.