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[po-tae-hoe]

Colours of death

I ran my hand across each book on the rose wood shelves. Most of them were dusty or old, leaving my fingertips painted in dust. My library teacher from school recommended me this place. She said it was... Interesting. this library had me walk 30minutes from my place, I never had a clue about its existence. I was getting impatient now, so I picked a random book hoping it was at least something interesting. So far, I've had no luck. When I pulled the book out, I noticed something weird on it. It had no title. And when I opened it, every page had short sentences on it ,many pages left out. I looked up at the librarian wondering what this book was even about. "You sure you want to pick that one?", she asked. "I don't get it, it barely has anything written", I said.

"Come over here and sit", she motioned her hand towards a table, indicating me to take a seat, right across her. I took the book with me and sat down. " Have fun", she smiled and walked back to her desk. I was confused about what she meant but my curiosity took control. I opened the book and my eyes scanned the pages, one page particularly caught my attention. “Colors of death” was written in big font with gorgeous calligraphy, with many words printed with colors, the word death in red, peace in purple, satisfaction in orange, I glanced at all the words and before I could complete, the whole library flashed and I watched as the world went white. I woke up to find myself in a big hall, that looks like a university. For some reason, I had no control over my feet, they dragged me towards a classroom. I was astonished on seeing colored light that outlined the bodies of the people whom I passed through. I didn’t even know how to react, what could it mean? Am I the only one who is seeing it?  the word “colors of death” kept spinning in my mind and then realization hit me, “could the colors be the sign of how we’re going to die?

“I could feel my throbbing heart, as if it'll come out of the chest from the anxiety. Soon I found myself in an already filled classroom with bright auras of various colors. I couldn’t think of anything right, I glanced at a window to calm down and noticed my reflection, I looked older. my face definitely had changed. i was wearing necklace with half heart. Before I could shift my gaze, all of the students’ auras turned rose-tinted including mine, and then entered our professor, green outlining his body. Green!? What did green mean?! my head started aching, as if it was being stabbed by knives, I shut my eyes from the immense pain; and a hiss left my mouth. i felt some warm hand grab mine. "hey, you alright?", I heard a male voice, through half open eyes I could barely see him, but the chain he wore was shining, it was similar to that of mine, he had the other half of the heart; with another striking pain in the head, i gripped onto his arm tighter, and images of blood, knives and killing of the similar faces I saw in the hallway flashed in my mind and I fainted. KILLER. word appeared in green before white background was all I could see.

I woke up and found myself in the same library. the librarian walked up to me and with a faint grin and voiced “So, how was it finding the reason of your death?”