Revenge Of A Dead Girl

Revenge of A Dead Girl – Final Episode

Episode 21 – FINAL

The well -lit hallway melted away, revealing the once again dark and looming corridors, displaying the dead bodies on the ground, untouched and still rotting.

The students, as well as Seolri who were around me suddenly turned black with no definite shape and size–almost resembling the demonic shadows who were just chasing me in the corridor from back then– and was blown away as if they were nothing more but just a puff of smoke.

“N-no. . .” I uttered, feeling all the despair and agony return from realizing I was back in this pit of hell once again.

“Teacher. . .” I heard Yebin’s voice, I looked down on her to see her hand getting blown away as tepid air whooshed in, her eyes beaming red and all of her figure turned black and shadowy before completely disappearing from my sight.

I felt all the blood in my face drain as realization dawned on me that I was yet trapped in this place, with Yebin still missing.

“Oh how I enjoyed watching your hope turn to despair real quick from realizing that you’re still stuck here with no chance of survival.” I heard Yooma’s threatening voice from somewhere afar.

I turned around immediately, but there was nothing to see except darkened halls and nothing else to smell but rotting bodies and rusty blood.

“What do you want from me?! Why are you playing tricks and games?! Just end this already!” I scre-med, shifting from side to side and maniacally gripping on my hair out of spite.

“Oh my? You didn’t know?” Yooma’s face, as well as the upper part of her body appeared in front of me. The other half of her was nothing but just indefinite black smoke.

I stepped back, positioning my arms to block her away but before I could even do that, she disappeared with the air again. “What are you talking about?” I hissed, still trying to look for her presence in this darkened corridor.

“You. . . Didn’t try to help Youngji, right?” Her voice suddenly turned demonic, as if two or more people were speaking in,side her voice.

“I what?! I talked to her!” I retorted with a loud voice, earning a malicious laugh from her. Her voice seemed moving from this side to there, as if she was hovering around me. Then her laugh stopped as her full figure appeared just a meter away from me.

“You watched her suffer.” She replied, putting her palm in front of my face before it glowed with a filtered red color.

My eyes was bathed with the glaring color and turned void, I wasn’t in the corridor once again. But was in my office, sitting in front of me was Youngji, as well as my past self.

It was when her scandalous pictures were spread out across the campus and I took her in my office to talk. But what scared the hell out of me aside from the fact that I was back in this time scale, is that both my past self and Youngji was twitching in an odd, creepy way. Like when a game is glitching and the characters in the game were bugged, their head would twitch until it reached it their shoulders before returning back to it’s normal position with immense speed, as if their head wasn’t connected to their body anymore and kept going on and on.

“Don’t worry Youngji, I won’t let them bully you again.” My voice sounded out, but with a hoarse voice, far from my normal one.

“I won’t let the principal expel you.” She continued speaking, making me realize that it was the same thing I said to Youngji when she was still alive. These are the words I said to her. . . but failed to do.

The next thing I know is that I’m in,side the infirmary, where my past self went a few hours after that talk with Youngji. My past self was there lying on a bed, claiming a headache when all she really wanted was to sleep. It instantly made me know that when Yooma made me hallucinate about a normal day not a moment ago, it was the day when Youngji was still alive, since I went in the infirmary that day too. . . only witnessing how Irene poured acid on her wounded head.

“And I didn’t do anything.” I jumped from shock when my past self–still twitching oddly– speak in yet another hoarse voice directly at me, interrupting my thoughts. The foolish woman I was a year ago, peeked through the white curtains as she watched Irene pouring the disinfectant at Youngji, not even stopping her despite knowing that it’s acid. In fact, she even continued sleeping, with not a single care.

I realized how horrible I was, ignoring Youngji suffer by herself when I clearly said that I would help her. I even walked pass her when she was getting beaten up by Fei and the others that very same day. I remember that time, I even saw Yooma in one of the classroom. We made eye contact that moment, but I eventually turned away.

All I did was watch and pretend that I didn’t see anything, I pretended that I didn’t see her crying out for help, crying out to us. How she scre-med in agony as she watch all the people she trusted walk pass her when she needed them. Nobody even glanced at her with concern nor sympathy. I always thought that people who ignored her was fools, but I didn’t think I was a fool either.

That’s right. . . I’m also an idiot for always going on with the flow and ignoring my student.

“You remembered now, alright.” Yooma’s ear piercing voice resounded, bringing me back to my horrible reality — trapped in a pitch black school — “And then you continued with your normal life, as if you erased her existence in your head and pretended that you are not at fault.”

Her voice was echoing, and I couldn’t pinpoint her exact location since the sound is coming from everywhere.

“It wasn’t me. . . It was Fei and everyone else.” I quipped, spinning my head around back and forth. I heard her make a scoffing sound, followed by a faint chuckle.

“You talk as if you’re innocent. Sure, Fei had fun while doing the bullying with her insignificant acts, but you yourself is involved. Even though there’s clearly someone who’s suffered so much from the bullying, you just let them be even though you had the power to stop them.”

“How about you?! You could also stop them! But you just watched them put Youngji in agony!” I retorted, stating out her mistakes which is also a contributing factor why Youngji took her life.

“I did watch, but I received my punishments already, no?” Even though I couldn’t figure out where the voice is coming from, I know based from the tone of her voice that she was smiling.

“I died. . . I was murdered, that is an equivalent punishment for the sins I made.” She chuckled, I can feel something wrapping itself on to my feet and then making it’s way up to my leg but I was too scared to dwell on it or even move. “And I’m only hear to give everyone’s punishments, to avenge her simpleminded death.”

“I’m sorry.” I uttered right after realizing that arguing with a demon is considered futile, regret and remorse evident in my weak voice.

“Don’t be. . . I’m the one who should be apologizing.” She chuckled as I heard a sharp object piercing through flesh skin, I realized that it was a shærd from a broken window that was stabbed into something fresh. . . and I realized that it was my stomach that has been stabbed.

“Sorry.” I heard her say, pushing the shærd deeper until I can almost feel it passing through my back. “People like you, who gets consumed by the stupid society we have now. . . should rot in hell.” Although it was dark, I could almost see her satisfied face by watching me plop down on the ground like I’m nothing more but a house of cards.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Yebin sees your dead body before I take her.” She mumbled before her footsteps began echoing and slowly fading away.

I lay there on the cold ground, my blood gushing out of my stomach together with a tear rolling from my tired eyes that begged to be closed. “Y. . . Young. . .ji.” I called out with a soft voice.

Surprisingly enough, she heard and appeared in front of me. Releasing an unearthly glow as she stood before me, staring at my pitiful state. “I’m. . .I’m sorry. I let this. . . happen to you.” Flowing out of my mouth was not just words filled with misery, but blood, gushing out like a faucet.

“Teacher. . .” She uttered, kneeling down as she car-ssed my tear stained cheeks.

“I never blamed any of you.”

What she said with her soothing voice made me erupt in more tears, it was enough to make my hands move with a bit of strenght and grabbed the object that pierced through my body. I wheezed and p-nted as I pull it out of me, ignoring the unbearable pain it gives me. My hands started bleeding from gripping on it with all my might as I handed it to Youngji.

“It’s you. . . who should end this.” I managed to make smile, reassuring her of my genuine joy. “End this. . . so you can be free, so everyone would be free.” The open wound on my stomach wheezed more blood out when I pulled the shærd off of me, I was almost certain that I had already lost all of my blood at thisp point. “And please. . . please save Yebin.”

“I will.” She replied, grabbing the sharp object. She smiled at me before disappearing, the unearthly glow she emits disappeared as well, making the hall once again. . . dark.

I waited. . . and waited. Waiting for my end to welcome me, but what seems to be an endless countdown turned into a fiery one as I noticed that the school was burning with blazing flames. I didn’t react much, I just stared at the flames with blank eyes that spread across each classrooms and into the hallways, burning each and every dead bodies that lies ahead, including me.

The fire was probably started by Youngji, in attempt to give us a proper burial. Seriously, that girl, even after all the cruel things we did to her. . . she still treated us the with kindness, trying to save us from Yooma.

Never even thought of getting back at us or taking her revenge.

“How foolish. . .” I uttered the same phrase Yooma is fond of saying, finally understanding why she always say that to Youngji.

Because she was too kind that people took advantage of her, because after all the bad things that had happened to her, she still thinks that there’s always a rainbow after a dreadful rain.

Because she was such a foolish girl.

“Teacher!” My intolerable thoughts snapped as I heard Yebin’s voice from the other side of the hallway. I immediately spun my head to the other side to see her dashing towards my direction. Luckily enough, the fire still hasn’t reach this part of the hallway and from the corner where she came from.

“Ye..bin.” I tried to yell but my decreasing strength stopped me from using the remaining from yelling.

“Teacher!” She plopped down besides me, grabbing my hand and trying her best to pull me up from the floor bathed with my blood. “Hurry! There’s people outside, they’re here to help!”

“Yebin. . .Let’s play a game.” I tried to smile, a tear rolling on my cheeks as I watch her fumble on my hand, trying her best to take me away from the burning corridor. “Whoever gets outside first. . . will win.”

At this point, my tears were already flowing nonstop, it was painful watching this child try all her best to save me– the me who ignored someone else dying — She tried pulling and dragging but I didn’t budge.

I felt a burning s-nsation from my other half of the body, instantly making me know that fire would soon reach the two of us. “Hurry Yebin. . . or else you wont get your prize.”

“What prize?” She asked, not entirely bothered by the fact that we’re in a burning corridor.

“A teddy. . . a teddy bear.” I wheezed, but smiled right after to not let her worry.

She smiled, putting the one she was holding under my arms. “Then mister fuzzy will be yours now since I’m getting a new teddy bear.” She tucked it besides me before standing up. “I’ll wait for you outside! Hurry up or I’ll definitely take first place!”

“Run. . . as fast as you can.” I smiled before watching her sprint across the hall. I stared at her back, wondering what would happen if ever I did make it out alive. The first thing I would do is teach her the alphabet, and then I’ll watch her grow up into a fine and wonderful woman.

I want to see her become someone I’m not.

After turning to a corner which the stairs leading to the ground floor was at, she finally disappeared from my sight as blazing flames eating everything from my view. The windows at the side began to crack and break from the excessive heat, big and small shærds falling on my tear stained face. There were distant sounds of siren and police cars just outside the building, but even if I want to leave this place, I can’t.

I looked down on the stuffed toy that she gently tucked underneath my arms, also staining it with my blood. It was a good thing that I was covered with blood to begin with and the floor already bathed with crimson color, or else that kid would wonder why I am wheezing and lying aimlessly on the floor and would never leave my side. It would only cause for her to also die, but I wouldn’t want that to happen. . . not in a million years.

I weakly pushed the toy up so I could get a closer look to it. My vision already becoming black, starting from the corners then slowly making it’s way to encompass my wh0le eyesight until I can see nothing more but darkness. A frozen smile was smirched on my face as blazing flamed enveloped my lifeless body, eating everything away in the process.

“Farewell. . . Yebin.”


“I can see a kid coming out!” A police yelled as they scanned the almost run down building, even if the firefighters had trouble putting out the scorching flames while the aim the overly huge hose at the school.

One of the police ran to the kid’s direction, while the others remained on their positions . He was crouching and covering his head with his arms as the heat of the fire can be felt even having a distance from it. “Kid, over here!” He called, gesturing for her to come to his direction which she did shortly after, coughing and wheezing from excessively inhaling smokes.

Instead of crying out for help, she beamed. Cheering as she yell to herself “I won! I’m first place!”

The police officer was confused on to why the girl was happy and just assumed that she was because she finally got out of the school. “Uhh. . . Hey, let’s go over there. It’s dangerous here.”

“I arrived here first! You see that teacher? Teacher–” She turned around willfully, but her smile disappeared right after realizing that Ahreum wasn’t there behind her. “Teacher? Hey come out already!”

She completely turned her body around and attempts to enter the burning building but got stopped by the police office, whisking her up from her feet and carrying her back to the vehicles far from the building.

“We need to leave before explosions occur.” The officer explained as she put Yebin down on her feet, another person came and wrapped a blanket around her body and car-ssed her unruly hair and blood stained face.

Right after those words escaped his mouth, a rather loud explosion sounded out from the building, simultaneously booming one after another.

“No! Teacher!” Yebin tried to run back but was grabbed by the people behind her, struggling to keep her still since they fear that she would mindlessly walk back in,side the school.

“Kid! Calm down!” They carried her off of her feet and placed her in,side of one of the ambulances. “We’re doing our best to retrieve people who are still in,side, so be a good girl and stay there.” The officer tried to make his voice as calming as ever from seeing Yebin tremble violently, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to cover all of her body up to her head.

She watched the scene unfold before her eyes, still clutching on the blanket with shaking hands. The officer who was with her, stared her with pity as he noticed her physical state. Her face was covered with both blood and powdery residue of burnt items, wounds and bruises was visible on her arms that clutched the blanket.

After a few moments, one of the firefighters came out of the school entrance, carrying an unconscious girl with a long shærd stuck on her heart, blood gushing out of her chest, flowing and then dripping down from her arms and to the ground. Rushing towards the medics before laying her down on of the stretchers prepared.

Yebin’s gaze slowly followed them as they fumble and gather around the girl with unusual medical equipment and shouting at each other words that Yebin cannot understand.

Looking back at the school, almost all of the fire was extinguished and people began searching the area to look for other survivors, but Yebin knew that there’s none at all.

She glanced back at the people who were panicking over the girl lying on the stretcher before standing up from her seat, the blanket falling off of her as she began walking to their direction. Scenarios began flashing in her mind with each steps she take closer to them, from the very moment the blackout happened to the moment she finally escaped the dreadful nightmare. All of the events that happened flooded her mind, every people who died in front of her, all the blood that shed, and all the cries she heard. . . all because of the girl lying infront of her.

The people who were fussing around Yooma noticed Yebin pushing her way through them before arriving just in front of her, staring at the shærd stuck on her heart.

“Take this girl back in,side the vehicle, she’ll—” The one holding the oxygen mask against Yooma’s face jumped back, as well as everyone around after witnessing Yebin pushing the shærd deeper into her chest.

She scre-med in anger, tears flowing endlessly. It wasn’t her at all to suddenly stab a person, but what drove her to this crazed state was after realization dawned upon her that her friends, as well as her beloved teacher is already dead.

It took them a while to pull Yebin away from Yooma, struggling to keep her steady but she was being violent at the moment, pushing and kicking anyone who grabbed her so they had no choice to put her to sleep.

“Get me a tranquilizer!” The one wearing a white coat ordered as the people behind him fuss around in search for the certain syringe.

“But sir. . . There may be side effects if we use it on a human.” One of them retorted, watching Yebin get harshly pinned down by two men on the concrete ground.

“Just hand it to me.” He quipped in a gro-ning voice. After getting the thing he needed, he walked towards Yebin who was being held. “Keep her steady.” He stated.

“No! Let me go!” Yebin scre-med, squirming around to bound from their grips but her tiny figure and excessive amount of energy lost, the people pinning her doesn’t had any problems in suppressing her.

The man lightly tapped Yebin’s wrist before injecting the sedative in her. The thin needle went through her flesh effortlessly, releasing an ample amount of liquid into her veins and reaching her nervous system. Slowly making her lose consciousness and falling into a rather calming s-nsation.

“N–no. . . Teacher. . .”She stammered before sleep fully consumed her, her stuggling wounded arms fell on the ground.

They all breathed out as Yebin was finally unconscious so they wouldn’t have to deal with a kid throwing a fit, “Put her back in,side the ambulance and make sure to keep an eye on her.” The doctor ordered as the police officers carried her tiny body back to where she was at at the beginning.

“Sir, she’s dead.” A voice from behind the doctor sounded out before he spun around, seeing Yooma lying on the stretcher without any sign of life left in her. He walk to her direction and checked her pulse, ignoring what his assistant just said about her being dead. He didn’t feel any heartbeat at all.

“Time of death, 11:45pm” He uttered right after glancing on his wrist watch. “Then I’ll leave her body to you, I’ll go check up on the little girl.” He gestured his hands to his assistant standing besides him before spinning around to walk, glancing behind him one last time to see Yooma’s body being taken away and people began to put her in,side a black body bag.

He sighed before arriving at the certain ambulance where Yebin was quietly sleeping, a police officer standing on guard in front of the door noticed his presence so he bowed and left his s₱0t, giving a path for him to enter.

He opened the door and entered, sitting besides the stretcher where Yebin was lying at. The steady and rhythmic rise and fall of her chest made the doctor sigh in relief, feeling a bit guilty right after he used a tranquilizer on her.

“I’m sorry little one.” He run his fingers through her hair that covered her face, but stopped halfway as he noticed a black mark on her neck, almost glowing in a red color.

He paused for moment, before confusing himself whether it’s okay to look at it or not. But in the end, he pushed all Yebin’s hair behind out of curiosity, revealing an odd shaped mark on her neck. He poked the mark with his finger only to get it burnt from the excessive amount of heat it gives off, making him let out an abrupt short yelp but later on regaining his composure.

He stared cautiously on the weird mark, still cannot believe what his eyes was showing him. Slowly, the glowing mark disappeared and sunk deeper into Yebin’s skin causing him to lean back until he slammed against the wall.

He know for sure that the mark was familiar to him, it was a mark very famous from it’s origin. Trembling, he stared at Yebin with utter shock, his l-ips trembling before he finally spoke.

“A. . . A demon.”

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