Birthday Blues

Five years ago, we became classmates. I don't talk to you and neither you do. You were just like a stranger to me, doesn't matter if you care.

Four years ago, I started to notice you. You were the overweight, bubbly girl that always surrounded by your circle of friends.

Three years ago, we became seatmates. We copy each others homeworks and build a friendship.

Two years ago, I started to chat you. We're not in the same school anymore but we're still bonded.

One minute ago, I was standing beside you. I cannot talk, I cannot move, I cannot cry. Words are playing in my mind but they don't want to come out.

I remember the day when we became friends. I tried to remember our first conversation. I tried. And now tears are falling from my already teary eyes.

Five days ago, you invited me to your birthday party. You asked me if I can come but I said no. Your friends will be there and I'm sure that I will not be comfortable. You also said that the venue was still secret.

Three days ago, you texted me the venue and the theme. You almost cried because you're embarrass of the place, that explains why you only count a small number of visitors.

One day ago, you texted me again. Or so I thought. It was your mom. Your mom texted me. "She's gone." That made me confused.

Where did she go?

Another message came, it was from the same number. An address. At first I hesitated, maybe it was just a joke, but you never crack a joke.

The address brought me to a hospital, to a morgue, to you. Your body was covered by a white cloth and your eyes were closed. I tried to  observe your chest, hoping that it will go up and down as a sign of breathing. Minutes passed. I checked your pulse but there was none.

Your family and friends were also there. I can hear their sobs and griefs.

Why? I asked to myself.

I don't know what to do. I want to cry, I stepped back and went to the corner. There, I cry silently, but your mom does the opposite. She ran to you and started to get out of her mind. She's screaming your name and asking the same question in my mind. Why?

Your mom tried to carry you and wake you up. All of the people inside the room panicked. Except me.

I saw it. Those letters written on your right arm.

They all went outside but I remain standing. My eyes were fixed to your arm. Who did that?

Someone wrote it using a sharp cutter.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIELYN!

Four days ago, you were here. But now, you're gone.