Laboratory - Red

Chapter 12 Maria Aggy

Depression is a mood disorder. A prolonged form of emotional disorder that causes negative thinking patterns. A behavior that causes a person to become hopeless and aimless.

"Lantas, now what's the point of me going to school?" I ask myself one day. When heavy rain drenched my little house in the middle of the forest. At that time, I was working on a pr from school, and the negative thoughts came up all of a sudden.

I realized I was depressed. If others hide that sadness in the form of laughter when socializing, then I don't. I'm not a hypocrite who likes to pretend to hide that sadness in a mask of laughter. I don't want to show this sadness, nor do I want to pretend that I'm okay.

I'm not special anywhere. To me, I was just an additional, insignificant character in school. I am not as accomplished as Emmi who is the pride of teachers. Nor is it as popular as Agitha who knows many friends at school.

But now, I'm not a loser with sadness and depression that can't be explained to suicidal thoughts. It actually started when everything turned red all of a sudden. I'm Aggy, I'm not important or special. But now look, I'm different, made brave by a "red" color".

***

I lay down on the bed after forcing all my energy to walk through the dense forest after school. My head is still dizzy. God fucking. But at least now I can rest at home.

I'm turning. Look at laptops with shiny black color. Oh yea! I remember the deep web "red room". I don't think watching last night is enough. I still have a lot of money, I rarely buy snacks, so it's still intact to pay the fantastic torturer.

Like last night. Everything was going normally with my laughter as the woman's body was tormented. But only for the next few minutes. All these stories are turning sharply.

My laptop is lagging bad. I didn't push, but the screen went back to the menu. Upset, I squeezed any keyboard until a pop up popped. It's like a virus. Opening the deep web can indeed cause the laptop to be exposed to a virus. Worse, the pop up did not appear once. But an awful lot of pop ups pop up, spam, with the message "do you like red room?". I was mixed with fear. My room, which was originally quiet and quiet, is now a horror and gripping.

Not knowing how to get rid of this spam pop up, I slammed my laptop on the floor. What is clear is that the precious laptop broke and the screen went off. Still, I suddenly became uncontrollably stressed, destroying anything near me. Started tearing up the notebook, slamming the study chair, slamming the school bag, and so on until my room was exactly like a broken ship.

Redder. The red filter appeared again. The whole room turned blood red. I closed my eyes, kept screaming, though no one could hear my screams this afternoon. My head was so dizzy that my body was now lying on the floor. I still cry with a roar. I clutched my head violently letting in, even resignedly if I fainted and nothing helped.

Nah! I haven't fainted yet, but my head is still dizzy. When I opened my eyes, it was all still red. Run on! I had to run out asking for help. No matter how far I have to go, I have to get out of here.

I ran slamming the door still with both hands clutching my head. Everything is in the red filter. Why do I have to live in a house located right in the middle of the forest? Why don't I live in a neighborhood close to neighbors who can help when things get tough like this. Because in fact, humans are indeed social creatures that need each other, right?

I arrived at the bus stop. No. gabe. My intention was not to wait for the bus to pass and take me to the route I wanted to take. I'm just looking for someone who can help. So I ran with all my might following the deserted highway. Although it's blood red, but I can still see clearly. I have to find someone, whoever it is.

"ANYONE!!! HELP ME!!! I BEG!!! HELP ME!!!".

It's getting dark. I don't know what's gonna happen. I started hitting my own head hard. I wept. I just wanted to faint and wake up to my original condition.

"WHY?! IS THERE NO ONE HERE?!! HELP ME!!! I BEG ANYONE!!!" My screams were still loud, breaking the silence. I wish there was a car or someone passing by.

Niente. The result remained the same even though I shouted very loudly. The highway is still empty. Even now my position is in the middle of the road. It should have been a car passing by and bumped into my tiny body! It's paining. So hurt. Even crying won't make me feel relieved. The longer it is, the more it hurts. The longer, the more thick the red color.

"PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!! IT HURTS!!!".

A light appeared after a few seconds. Lights from the car. Well, a car seems to be passing in front of me soon. Just a few more seconds.

And finally the black car stopped right in front of me with a sudden brake. A male driver came out in a panic checking my condition. Maybe he hit me.

"Hey son! How did you get here? I'll take you for medication. Comehere".

I shook my head, still clutching my head. I still close my eyes, not daring to see the man's face turn red.

"DON'T!!! HELPGG!!!" I screamed back holding my head. With my eyes open, I was standing right in front of the man. As uncontrollable, as my body was in motion by others, I grabbed the cutter in my pocket. And I'm not thinking now how I can carry a cutter in my pocket.

With a blank and red look, I scratched the cutter into the man's body. He screamed in the middle of the deserted highway. Free too, no one will be able to hear, unless someone accidentally passes by using a car or other vehicle.

His neck was covered in blood, until it dripped down to his feet. And so is my hand. Kebak with blood, like a bath in a bath of blood water. He was lying on the asphalt leaving drops of blood from my hands. His eyes were closed, the blood-soaked body was now lifeless. The screams are even gone. Silent moment.

But at least I stopped roaring in pain. I dropped my body with my knees bent next to the corpse. The red color is gone. My whole body stopped in pain. I became relieved, not even in shock. I looked at the dead man. Then he looked at my hands, and the cutter was covered in blood.

Actually what? What did I just do? Why would I be able to kill someone? Why am I not scared either? And most confusingly, what's wrong with this guy?

I'm standing. I stared at the corpse again. Left him. Walk slowly in the middle of the silence of the night, passing the highway, then into the forest. Go home.

I don't think that red filter is just a coincidence. I took out someone when the red filter popped up until my whole body hurt. Is there really a curse from the deep web red room website? Isn't the red room stressful until someone says someone who watches can finish himself in the room until the whole room becomes red? At first I was stressed, but I didn't finish myself off. I've instead conducted a successful assassination attempt on a man of good intentions to me.

I don't want to aggravate things. Just let my laptop break, my regret is trying to open the red room.

***

That shitty clock again. Emotionally, I slammed it to shatter in shambles on the floor. With eyes still narrowed, sleepy, I walked to the bathroom. For a moment, I looked at my disheveled face in the reflection of the bathroom glass. Manda eyes, depressed face as if I was a drug addict. My bangs are already somewhat elongated almost covering the ears. My appearance really sucks like unkempt.

I'm sitting on the bathroom floor. Last night's events are still in the shadows. Really? That me? I completely finished off the grown man. He even has good intentions. Can I call him a murderer? Or monsters?

Oh God. I felt no fear or guilt at all. I only felt satisfied when I killed the man when the red filter reappeared. Perhaps, the curse of the red room that is considered a myth is actually a fact. But why wasn't I the one who was killed?

Aghhh!!! There's too much I think. I can only waste time here. Class waiting.

***

God damn! Today was not even a radiant and sunny morning as usual. Yes, the sun does rise from the east displaying its beautiful morning light that always gives the impression of calm and comfortable.

But hey! Come on, I'm late today. And worse this morning is the clock of Neny, my English teacher, the most annoying teacher.

I was 15 minutes late for school. Too long in the bathroom, and my clock has been broken by the dings. But, yeah, that's it. I was only given the task of cleaning the school library for a week as punishment for me.

And it's the first day. I took a cloth wipe and a floor broom. It's okay, I can clean casually while looking at the books in the library.

First of all, the bookshelf contains the science books, then the second the fiction books. Good, I started wiping some of those scientific books while wiping the dust on the shelf as well. Not too dirty, because this book is often read. Especially the fiction books in our library.

"You think this comic, or this one?" A male voice rang out in my ears. It might be a few feet from the scientific bookshelf I'm cleaning right now, but either because of my sensitive ears, or whatever it is, it sounds so obvious.

"Hurry, Agam! I don't like spending time here with these unimportant books" one of them chimed in. A gaam? Did he mention Agam?

Obviously I heard there were about 4 or 3 people there. One of them must be Agam!

Scientific book shelf finished. I walked slowly to the fiction bookshelf. Start wiping the wooden shelf and some books neatly lined up there. History books, romance novels, adventure novels, everything. It's just that horror novels are hard to find in my school library. For some reason, it seems like the library staff is a bit dislike the genre of horror or mystery.

My distance is not too far away, so my body can be seen by 4 boys, and of course I can observe Agam more clearly. Why admiring the man when choosing books. I thought, some of the kids who go to the bus are just girls. Men rarely have any interest in reading. But Agam is different.

"Man, what's he doing here?" One of them, with the highest posture was talking about me. He whispered it in Agam's ear.

"Where do I know, I don't care"

"You see, Agam, how bad he looks" his friend chuckled then.3 boys laughed softly, except 1, Agam.

"Do you think that's stupid punishment?" The other one chimed.

They're back giggling.

And BUUKKK!!! I hit them with some 500-page fiction books, and a few other thick books, right around their heads. Dad, what the fuck am I called that call?

"Hey! Oi! What's your max, stupid?!" The tall man exclaimed while holding his head that was hit by two thick fiction books at once.

"What am I doing?! You'd better ask yourself, and what's the point of you calling me so hard, huh?!" I called out back.

Mouthfuls are about to explode in this library.

"Haha.loser! I appreciate your bravery for pounding us with those thick books" the tall, pretentious-looking man clapped his hands while chuckling. God fucking.

"Wantas? You think I'm scared of your looks?!!" My reply.

"You two suck. What do you think this is, heh? It's library!" I try to mediate.

"That's it. Anyway it's just a trivial matter, right, fine. I'm sorry for Roni's behavior, Agg"

"He should be the one apologizing, anyway"

"I don't want this conflict to be long. So forget it, we'll get out of here if you're still angry" he added.

And it's true. Agam with 3 friends irritating him it went from the library. And finally, even more annoying are the books that are scattered on the floor. Arghh why don't I think long before hitting that guy with some of these novels?

***

The break is over. The lesson mark bell will start as well. Lots of students in droves, running towards their respective classes. Finally the first day of cleaning the library was over as well. I wipe the sweat off my forehead immediately. And also, wipe the cloth and sweep the floor I put it back near the library wall. I returned. To my class.

Goddamnit! Is that so bad of me? I swear, any one of you, one day I will tear your body apart and laugh with my satisfaction.

Mused. Sit on your own bench. Put my head on the school desk. Yep. Classes were crowded, the screaming sounds of my friends were loud in my ears. Their noise and laughing sounds rang out loud in the empty hours today.

Why do I always feel alone? Whether it should be called whether its own taste in the middle of a crowd like this.

The cold air today. I saw the trees from the classroom window. Swinging in the wind. Some leaves fall off.

I also realized, the sky became cloudy and dark. The black clouds covered the darkness. And, I don't know why my feelings got so bad and gripping?

I picked up a historical literary novel that I picked up from the library early in the morning. It's not really my level to read a poetic literary language like this. But no matter what, this old book looks interesting and classic.

I started flipping through the pages to calm my bad feelings. No. gabe. The cloud was getting darker, the air was getting colder until I rubbed my two palms to warm it.

It does not calm the bad feelings.

That's not much. There's something worse. Really am. Is bad!

Redder. Lord. Nay! It's flushed again. Holy hooch! I freaked. I gripped my head. Down, I could still hold back my tears and hysterical screams. But my body is not in control. I have to run out of class. Unconcerned. The washroom? A toilet? A library? Where am I supposed to be? What UKS? Can they help me?

Fucking red filter. Now I roared in class, unable to bear this pain. God!

"Hey, what's the bad boy?!" Emmi exclaimed towards me, whose intention was none other than to tease me.

I didn't notice, let alone defeat his words. I still hold my roar. Now the class is watching me wondering.

Do they think I'm crazy? Or maybe I'm crazy? Is this red filter just an illusion? Lord. But obviously this filter hurts. I'll bet there's no more pain than this I've ever felt.

"Maybe he's crazy" Amar chimed in. No. gabe. That man has no intention or element of blasphemy to me. From the intonation and look on his face, it was obvious that he was a bit scared. Maybe it was only Emmi who was satisfied to see me in pain.

Emmi raised my face, which now our eyes were both right facing. He smiled cynically, sneered.

"Is that bully that sick, man?" He grins.

I blocked my own mouth. Biting my tongue as hard as I could, hoping I wouldn't roar like a hungry lion about to catch prey.

I can't stand it. What am I supposed to do? Goddamnit! You idiot! Red and sick. There is only one way to save yourself, which is to run! Run as hard as you can! Quickly dodging this empty clock that killed my soul.

"Where are you going? Evade, heh?!" He pulled my arm violently, making me sit down forcibly.

It doesn't have to be like this. It's not the time to roar in public, even though I still don't understand what's happening to me.

I returned fortunate to take his hands off my wounds, then dodged. I managed to run away from class even though Emmi chased after me as if I could not take it if I just ran away.

Don't you know how much I've endured this roar of my pain? Seeing Emmi who still did not want to stop chasing me, it really upset me.

I actually ran through the back gate of the school. There was a lot of care at this fairly advanced school.

His nimble footsteps were able to chase me. It'sit's okay. I still have other plans. But I remember the guy last night. Yep. When my hand floated then scratched the cutter that was suddenly in my pocket. The man was killed ill-fated without his sin on me. And out of my mind control.

"Emmi!!! Can't you see I'm here?!" I exclaimed after realizing our position had come to a quiet and desolate place.

"What's wrong?" I grinned happily, looking at his deathly pale condition. I also started to approach him slowly.

"What are you doing, asshole?!"

"What am I doing? Let's just say it's revenge for all your hate speech and your unwholesome behavior towards me".

The red filter is. But the pain of nausea and dizziness gradually improved. My ambition and passion are getting higher. I smiled happily, never feeling such a pleasant passion like this. I started to approach the girl slowly, which made her reflexively retreat slowly as well.

And, our distance is now only 4 steps away. A large tree was now blocking Emmi's retreat. His breath, sounded loud. The look in his eyes, very clearly likened how scared the girl was. And his cold sweat, pouring out as if I knew what I was going to do to him.

We are now 3 steps away. I laughed out loud now looking at him who was getting scared to the point that his breathing was irregular.

"Agg.I beg you, stop! Aggy, I'm sorry"

"You said sorry, Emmi? Maybe I should apologize. Forgive me for not being able to tolerate your cruel deeds to me".

2 more steps. Even the cutter that suddenly could be in the pocket of the school shirt I have now prepared. I had a show that was taper and really burned my passion.

"Aggy. Please, I promise to do good to you after this! I promise!" He's still exclaiming. Her face is so sweet if it's pale like this. Ahhe...Emmi, your brain is useless.

"A fool will never be a fool. And smart people won't be smart forever, man" .

1 more step. Ahh..how close is our distance. I looked into his eyes fixedly while hearing his irregular breathing.

"ARGHHHH!!!" I roared again. Goddamnit! Why also in these happy times? The red filter is getting bigger. My eyes, my head, my stomach, everything hurts. My whole body is sick! I was bowed to the ground while roaring and clutching my head with both hands.

Yes, I know Emmi. These are important times for you to run. But you won't be able to run, Emmi. I would never let my prey just run away without dying first.

I chased him, no matter what the pain was that didn't want to go away. Her footsteps left the place so quickly. So did I, my tiny body rapidly drove following him further and further away.

BUCK!!! He fell on the ground. I yelled at him from afar in excitement because my prey was almost caught. Right now her legs might be cramping or something, she can't stand up. Goody. Emmi really got caught by me.

The sound of light and compassion I did not hear at all. No one will care about him.

I swung the cutter right about the temple. I deliberately slowed down his movements and deepened my cutter when it hit his temple skin. Don't forget my hands and feet were locked first.

Blood flowed profusely accompanied by her roaring cry. He cried so much that he did not forget to ask for mercy. "Aggy! I'm sorry! I won't repeat it, I promise!". I didn't hear it at all.

Her smooth and pure white skin was scratched by a cutter. She's still crying.

And hands. Good Lord! He took out a handful of soil as his hand slipped in my lock. Then a lump of earth was thrown towards my eyes. Anyway, that's clear.

He was able to escape and immediately ran away. But didn't he know that this red color made me stronger? I'll never stay still, Emmi.

He ran away and destroyed everything in front of him. Even that big trash can was thrown into any place to prevent my body.

Emmys. You think I'm gonna get obstructed just because of this garbage can? Even more angry, or even more enjoying all your blood in the temple that continues to flow.

While carrying a cutter covered in blood, I chased after the girl. I don't know where he ran. I'll keep chasing him.

BRAKKK!!! I threw the trash can he used to block me right on his back. He fell. Even Emmi was still screaming for help, hoping that someone would save her life on the verge of death.

I approached him slowly, pulling his shirt collar. The tie of the butterflies, I forcibly pulled and threw it in any place.

BUUKKKA. The first punch floated towards his eyes. The blood in the temple was still flowing profusely. Moreover, her tears that never stopped flowing.

"You! You're too young for a crime, Agg. Your life will not be quiet!" He tried to open his mouth even though it was difficult.

"Will not calm down? It is precisely by killing you that I can calm down, Emmi"

"Let go! I beg! I promise-".

BUCK!!! I hit him again, powerless with his bullshit. He was silent now as if resigned to what would happen next.

"Death to you, Emmi!!!"

The cutter, pierced his stomach, pierced his eyes, then stabbed into his neck. He screamed before the end to pick him up. I was still powerless, I scratched her hand again, went to the pulse and died Emmi. Silent. He closed his eyes and his body was now covered in blood with a lot of cutter punctures.

I smiled with satisfaction. Then put my cutter in any place. "You deserve this" I said, kicking the body because it was still upset.

Oho! Trash can. That's pretty handy. I held up his body and then put it rough in the trash. Then I put it in its original place. Well laid out, but these blood spots, all right. Unconcerned. No cctv or person can be a witness here, right?

I also took off my favorite hoodie and put it in the trash can. For the last time I saw that corpse that was so tragic and miserable.

"Goodbye Emmi, thank you".