The Mediums Help

12

Ika was confused since she came, blood kept flowing from the back wall of her class even though there was nothing there. Since earlier she had tried to wipe the mysterious blood with a cloth, but the blood kept flowing until almost all of her classmates came.

The clock hands pointed at seven in the morning, the bell had also rung earlier. But unfortunately Ika couldn't leave the blood behind, she was afraid that the blood would spread all over the white floor. The blood will be hard to lose and it has dried up for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Rudi walked closer, he saw blood on the rag that Ika was carrying. "Uh, whose blood is that?" he continued surprised.

"Ouch, the walls are bleeding!" Risna screamed quite hysterically, and made all her friends turn their heads.

Almost all of them were surprised, some approached Ika with confused expressions. Some began to tell stories about ghosts, and some told about human bodies being buried alive in the walls. Those stories made Silva shake her head slowly, she chose to read the comic book she just bought rather than the bloody wall.

"Hey, why are you busy at the back?"

A deep voice with a Javanese accent made all the students of class XI IPA4 turn their heads, they didn't want to scatter. Still standing near the bloody wall with Ika who still faithfully attaches the cloth.

"There is blood, Sir!" Rudi shouted without hesitation.

Mr. Ayub - their history teacher frowned, he started walking closer with the book in his right hand. Not believing what he saw, Mr. Ayub's glasses took off to be cleaned for a moment. When he uses it his blood flow gets faster. Of course he was shocked, confused too by what he saw this morning.

"What is this?" asked Mr. Ayub increasingly in disbelief. He took in a small amount of thick red liquid before inhaling its scent. The scent of fresh blood greeted his senses at that moment.

"Real blood, Sir?" Kayla was also curious.

Mr. Ayub nodded with an abysmal expression. His lips parted slightly and his eyes looked empty. "Whose blood?" he muttered, still audible to some students.

"It's like ghost blood, Sir," said Rudi carelessly.

Mr. Ayub put on a stern face again, he cleaned his fingers with the rag that Ika brought. "Haha, there's no such thing as a ghost. Come on, sit down at your desks because the first lesson has to start now!"

"Yahh! Sir, why should we start?" answered all the students in a languid voice.

"Must be started so that all of you are smart." Mr. Ayub walked towards the teacher's desk in front of him. "Turn to page thirty-five, and do the practice questions before I explain. Don't make it a homework assignment, I don't want any homework. Understand?"

"Understand!"

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The clock struck ten when the bell rang. All the students scattered out of the classroom, Mr. Ayub started tidying up his things before walking out. The class was quiet, but there were still a few students sitting at their desks.

Silva was also still sitting in her place. She took out a dark blue box with a water bottle. Today Sofi is off work, she provides food supplies for Tengku and Silva as a form of her infinite love. She also said that as a way to save pocket money, half of Silva's allowance should be left at home.

She opened the lid of the lunch box which started to runny. Fried rice with extra sausage and boiled eggs. Silva gave a thin smile as her mother's appreciation for having to get up before dawn. Making fried rice in the kitchen alone in silence is a very brave thing according to Silva.

She would never dare to do that for fear of the negative energy spirits that like to come out at dawn. Before sunrise is their time to move like humans, do things they like or even do exactly the same as when they were alive.

Silva started to eat Sofi's fried rice, but suddenly her appetite disappeared due to the sudden smell of blood. So smelly that Silva wanted to disembowel herself, but she endured it because it was tiring.

Someone was sitting in front of Silva in shabby clothes, of course Silva still didn't want to see that face. Shabby clothes with an increasingly thick smell of blood made her scared, especially with the addition of drops of blood on the table.

"Help me," said the female spirit. She started to cry when Silva returned to her sorrel fried rice. The cry that had been soft turned into a loud scream, but she tried not to look scary. "Help me," she said again.

Silva was still reluctant to see before the fried rice was finished. She quickly put a large amount of fried rice into her mouth, to the point that some of the girls in the class stared at Silva in disgust. They chose to go when the fried rice was finished.

Her chewing was getting faster, she quickly straightened up the mineral water slowly so she wouldn't choke. Done, Silva began to dare to see the ugly face of the figure. There was pus mixed with blood all over her face, even her right cheek looked so crushed. Swallowing the spit was quite difficult, but Silva tried to stay calm.

"Help me," said the figure while continuing to cry. Her crushed eyelids made it hard for her to let the tears out. "My face hurts so bad, my head hurts too."

"What hurts?" Silva didn't understand.

The figure lowered its head slightly, showing the cracked back of its head. So much blood came out that it made her school shirt wet. Of course Silva felt pain, this was the first time she saw a figure who was not afraid to show her true face.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Silva carefully.

"I was pushed from the window." She pointed at the farthest window, close to the bloody wall. "My classmate pushed me against the wall several times, then pushed me out the window from the inside. When I regained consciousness, I was already dead."

A sad story with a scary crying sound. Silva could only look back, and returned to the figure a few times. "So the blood was your doing?"

The figure nodded. "I've asked you for help several times, but you never saw me. So finally I made the blood come out, and finally you can see me."

Silva frowned in disbelief, her head slightly tilted to the left. "I don't understand, but how can I help you? I need your past memories before helping."

"Old memory? My story just now doesn't work?"

Silva shook her head sadly. "Sorry, the story isn't strong enough to help you. I can't just help."