Continuation of Part 1 :
Ever since that day at school, things have been a bit different.
I asked to change my class, and I started sleeping with my parents.
The worst part is nobody believes me. They say I have an overactive imagination because of how much I watch tv.
As for the girl in the last bench, I don't see her any more. I walk straight past her class, my head down & through the corridor.
And as soon as the bell rings, I run to the gate.
Then my parents pick me up, and drop me at my tuition place.
I never really needed tuition. It only started after I saw the girl at school.
I began staying home more, and refusing to attend class.
So, to compensate. I was kept in tuition afterhours. My tuition teacher taught trigonometry. He had a friendly smile, and always asked if we want coffee.
One day, the others don't attend. And he says, "Looks like it's just the two of us friend. "
I smile. So does he. "Would you like some coffee? "
He takes me to the kitchen, and accidentally spills some milk over the oven.
At first I don't realize it, instead I take a tissue and help him wipe it.
And then he says, "Oh dear, looks like it's gone inside. Can you bend and clean it? I have problems with my spine. "
I smile, again. So does he.
I keep my head and shoulders inside the oven and try to see.
The oven lights switch on. And it suddenly becomes so clear. Inside the oven, I see remnants of a finger.
Before I come out, I am thrown inside. The oven doors shut, the temperature slowly starts to rise. I scream, and kick the doors from the inside.
He turns towards the room, and calls his wife.
He says, " I've done it again, love. Will you bake him the same way you baked our child? "
-by Ashwath Sezhian
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