Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
56. The End for Everything

LOOK in all directions, for the sake of finding a hiding place. I decided to go upstairs where there were so many classrooms that they could serve as hiding places.

The empty and dark cornered class. I tried to hide in it, right on the bench cornered so as not to see my silhouette or maybe the sound of breathing was panting. Now, I just have to wait, I don't know when. The cab I ordered is coming in front of my apartment building, maybe I should stay here until the time comes. Thank God there are hours in this class that can make me know the time.

In a dimly lit state, it looks clockwise showing the time of 23:02 and now is July 19. I hope I don't fall asleep here until morning comes.

Suddenly, the door of this class opened slowly which made my cold sweat drip back down. If the security guards find me, then I'll be dragged outside and Zack will catch me again.

"Ashley, come out."

I want to cry so much. How can I be found so soon? Why should he be present to me again? It's too soon and I haven't completely rested myself from this romp.

"Ashley, please. Come out. Here is a dangerous place," he said with low intonation, but echoed in the room.

This place is dangerous because it exists. How am I supposed to go? From the reflection of the shadow of the wall, he was still standing in front of the door.

"We're talking about it. Resolve this quarrel," he continued with the sound of footsteps that will approach.

Free to remain silent, my existence has already been found. If I get caught, then my life will be a sheep in the shade of a hungry wolf. I don't want my previous normal life to be taken away just because of my stupidity.

I stood up and immediately saw Zack walking towards me. It felt like crying, but I held myself back and went straight up the table to escape. All the benches I made as a fuzzy foothold and Zack certainly had difficulty chasing me because he had to pass through the narrow seats. After successfully passing through it, I went outside towards the stairs to the top floor again.

DAR! DAR! DAR!

The sound of successive explosions shook the surroundings like an impromptu earthquake.

The vibration effect made my balance disappear and I became slipping down. Starting from the bumping of my back head on the footings of these stairs, then I could not control when rolling non-stop. It was too painful, until my body ended up falling on the embroidery of the stairs and felt something wet had run down my forehead.

"ASHLEY!"

It was Zack who approached me in a hurry and immediately carried me in a panic.

"I shouldn't have done my job tonight if it ends like this" he said.

So, this is the task he meant yesterday. It should be done at night, with the aim that I do not get involved. However, I will still be restrained by Zack if he gets caught with him.

The knife in my hand had fallen down since the sound of the explosion had started. Therefore, I tried to rebel and overthrow the body of Zack's sling. It worked, but I fell head-bumped again. I feel like my body has been hit hard.

Luckily, the knife I had dropped was near me. As soon as I reached for the weapon and thrust it into Zack's leg until it was stuck, until he groaned loudly. Suddenly I got up and continued the escape by being forced to climb the stairs a second time. My position was already close to the top floor, when I should have gone down to get away from the building that was about to be blown up.

DAR!

The second session explosion was present. On the floor I came to started a small fire.

I just remembered that there was a staircase leading downstairs in the middle of this floor! As soon as I left, I was blown out of the building that would bury me alive.

"ASHLEY!"

The resounding cry sounded clear that Zack was still not giving up on catching up with me. If I don't make it out as fast as I can, then my only choice is two; die in the blast voraciously or live with Zack's terror. Why do I have to be so unlucky? From the very beginning, my decision to return the favor of the struggle in the previous parallel world was a fatal mistake.

As the fire began to slowly devour throughout the gazing eyes, I found the descending stairs that were aimed at. In a moment, I'll be able to escape.

"Ashaley!"

My shoulders were jerked and pulled so hard. Zack caught me again. His face seemed full of anger due to my actions which would have hurt him so badly.

"Look at you, it's been hurt like this" he said, groaning softly.

"Just destroy yourself!" I jerked myself from Zack until it worked because I tried to step on his injured leg.

My consciousness is slowly fading. This must have been due to the impact of the head just now. Dizziness and hard to hold. My feet were shaking because they couldn't run. With a last resort, I stepped back and shook my head slowly hoping that Zack would refuse to approach me.

The world seemed to spin, swamp hot, my breath was also crowded due to oxygen levels began to thin due to covered in smoke. Unconsciously and in a panic, I did not realize that my hip had touched the guardrail opposite it had no footing anymore. As a result, I was shocked and slipped to the back.

"ASHLEY!"

Yes, just a second of my efforts in supporting this body collapsed and in the end I fell down.

The time that usually goes by, now seems to be slowing down. Muffled voices in an instant. The body also feels light, as if gravity is reluctant to bind. Trying like anything, it all ends in vain.

Deja Vu's.

Things like this I've experienced. My escape from the building was on fire and was overtaken by Zack, all of which had been repeated before, precisely the last parallel world I was on. But it's not the end for him. It's the end for me.

The view of the dark ceiling and soon will raise the fire, making me cry. Tears flowed upwards, refusing to fall with me. What I was seeing, was a nightmare of death rushing at me before amnesia came at me.

Yes, dreams. No, it was a fate that had been leaked and I just had to wait for all the horrors to come. Now, is the final means of death, and will I really die without rising again?

On the sidelines of the hair fluttering upwards and slightly covering my slightly blurred vision, Zack who was so brave plunged in following me. His body was thrown free, seemed to have no clear thought that his life would be the same fate as mine. He reached out to me, hoping to help as soon as possible. The intense feeling of fear in looking at his face that was engraved with worry, now it turned completely resigned.

Meanwhile, a sea of fire and smoke roared downstairs which was certainly waiting to devour us.

In an instant, my head was filled with vividly described memories of life in the past parallel world. On July 20th, Zack the murderer and helper, one by one men became my lovers in different lives. All of this, not an illusion.

Tomorrow is the day that will be my resurrection with Zack, and now our final means of death.

What Kurt said, could it be true? Paradoxically, the endless cycle of time that gives rise to cause and effect simultaneously. Yes, Zack and I were hit by the butterfly paradox effect. That was the reason why he knew everything regarding parallel worlds, death and repeated awakening. Everything he knows comes from my diary. Everything I know comes from him, too.

Will I ever have amnesia to forget that Zack was obsessed with me. Then, time spins and I go back to this life to repeat the same mistake of approaching it to return the favor?

Ah, amnesia. On July 20th tomorrow, I might have amnesia from the back-head impact I've had so many times. All these evil and important memories will be erased, so it cannot help me to run from the circle of trouble.

Yes and yes, all the answers are in my hands. However, no one will be able to solve this problem because time will continue to spin to play tricks on me.

Despondent. That word is suitable for me to display in a situation like this.

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