Chapter 4

Dorm room.

"They killed me, Isa!" The girl in the ivory-white dress approached, staring at Isabella's blue eyes with an angry look. Her eyes were red and visibly irritated. "They killed me!"

Isabella was stunned. Her breath seemed to catch in the middle of her throat when she saw Alisa looking at her hopefully. She could not open her voice, saying that Isabella and Alisa were now in different worlds.

But her body moved backward and avoided when Alisa pointed both hands forward, about to strangle her. "No, Alisa. Don't do this!"

Isabella's body then fell and rolled to the floor as her foot tripped over something. The girl's forehead hit the tiles causing her head to throb painfully, her ears buzzed, causing an uncomfortable feeling instantly. Slowly, Isabella opened her eyes and her blue eyes glanced around. But the figure of Alisa that she saw earlier, was no longer anywhere.

Isabella then realized that her body had just fallen off the bed with the blanket still partially covering her body. It was a nightmare!

"Am I dreaming?" she asked herself.

Sweat had fallen down her slightly broad forehead. His lips looked as pale as the undead. The dream about Alisa felt so real in her eyes. She wanted to believe that Alisa's appearance was not the effect of hallucinations, but the girl instantly remembered the sleeping pills she had taken when she had just arrived at the dorm room. Everything she saw, including what Alisa told her, was not real. Isa sighed heavily and massaged her sore forehead, which had a small scratch on it.

"What a piece of shit! How am I going to survive if it's only the first day already? It really sucks!"

The long-haired girl was about to get up, standing up from the cold floor where she had been sitting. However, something caught her attention. Isabella found a not-so-large pink box with a white ribbon under her bed. She was sure that the box was not hers because Isabella did not like ribbons or the pink color.

"What is that? Didn't Alisa just sleep alone in this room, and none of the students have wanted to use it since she died?" Isabella turned her head, looking under the other bed. The bed had Alisa's name written on the wood. "If this is Alisa's, why is it... here?"

Curiosity raged in her chest. And without waiting long, Isabella immediately pulled the box out from under the bed. She looked at the outside of the box, there was nothing unusual, just an ordinary box made of thick cardboard and a large white ribbon attached to it. Isabella couldn't find anything that pointed to the owner of the box, even though the girl turned the object several times. It made her even more confident to check because no one would be angry with her just because the girl opened something without the owner's permission.

Isabella then took a short breath and opened the box with great curiosity. Her eyes widened in disbelief when the girl found a small pink journal inside the box. The color was slightly lighter when compared to the color that lined the outside. But it wasn't the color that was important, it was the name on the front of the journal.

"This book belongs to Alisa Harrison." Isabella read the inscription slowly. Her eyebrows suddenly knitted deeply. "Alisa's? But is it possible? Was it really just left behind?"

Tok! Tok!

The sound of knocking from outside made Isabella panic. She hurriedly closed the pink box and pushed it back under her bed. And immediately, the girl made a small run to the door to open it.

A male figure in a black hoodie who looked about the same age as Isabella stood in front of Isabella. His hair and clothes were a little messy, looking like an undisciplined student. The man even wore shorts casually, ignoring the dormitory rules.

The man's name was Bryan. Bryan raised his right hand in the air, waved, and raised one eyebrow curiously when Isabella looked at him flatly. "Hey, are you okay inside?"

"Yes."

"I heard someone screaming," said the man.

"I didn't scream." Isabella, who did not show the slightest expression on her face, successfully made Bryan want to know more. "You misunderstood."

Bryan was an idol in the dormitory. The youngest son of the family that owned the dormitory. He was handsome, rich and had everything. Everyone who knew him, would approach him like a magnet. Most of them, however, didn't really want to be friends, they just wanted to take advantage of Bryan.

"I bet you screamed," Bryan repeated, looking for justification.

"No."

"But I heard something fall, like a heavy hard object, maybe?"

Isabella let out an annoyed breath and looked straight at Bryan. She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. "Nothing happened inside. That hard, heavy thing you thought fell was me. I just fell off the bed, and I didn't scream at all," she explained.

Bryan gave an amused snort and pursed his dark lips. This girl was interesting.

"If there's no more business, I'll close the door now," Isabella continued in a stern tone, in stark contrast to the rest of the girls in the dorm Bryan had met. Isabella was not at all interested in the dormitory owner's son. "See you later."

Bryan's firm hand quickly held the door in front of him. He didn't care about Isabella's expression which was getting colder like the air in the north pole. The girl seemed surprised by Bryan's attitude, but again Isabella succeeded in controlling herself.

"What's wrong?"

Bryan was silent, but his feet stepped forward. Slowly and cautiously. He stopped right in front of Isabella who was still staring at him flatly. Their distance was now only a few centimeters, but Isabella did not move at all. Even when Bryan raised one hand, touched Isabella's swollen forehead, and touched it gently, Isabella did not flinch at all. "You're hurt."

But the reaction shown by Isabella made Bryan gasp. That girl quickly pushed Bryan's hand away from her face and Isabella pushed her until Bryan crossed the doorway of her room, "Mind your own business!" and the door was violently closed by Isabella.

Isabella hurriedly locked her room and immediately got down to get back the pink box she had found earlier. The girl held it and placed it on the bed; then Isabella sat next to it. She took out the journal with her best friend's name and dared to open the first page alone.

To Isabella, my dearest friend.

Isa, I know you must have been surprised when you found and read my book. It's the first time I've written something to you and it feels really awesome.

It's like sending an email, but the sensation is completely different.

I hope you can find this book soon because I want to tell you everything.

There are a lot of secrets that I can't talk to you about directly, and that bothers me a bit.

Plus, maybe you'll read this book after I'm gone. I'm not sure, but I feel like they've been following me lately. I have a bad feeling, and I feel that tragedy is imminent.

So, I wrote everything down in this journal.

The rule is, don't stop reading it, even though you might feel hesitant. Never stop halfway through, or I'll be very angry with you, Isa.

All right, I'll start telling you everything now.

How about we start with Chloe Winchester?

The school prima donna who's been disliking me, or we could just say she hates me.

Are you ready to know the truth, Isabella?