To Be Or Not To Be

When someone you care about disappears, will accusations lead you to the right path or reveal the unexpected truth.

Unexpected things often happen in people's lives. It may be good, very good, not that good or not that very good. Life, in my opinion is rated on the scale of dumb to idiot. I mean, how can things be possible anymore if you get judged by just silly actions.

When I was 5 my da... Wait! I forgot to introduce myself didn't I? Well, the name's Liz. Or more specifically, the nickname's Liz. You're probably thinking that "Liz" is short for Elizabeth or something. It's not! I have no idea why on earth my parents decided to give me a name like that though. Liz. Liz for Lizard. The name's Lizard Clare Burton. Tall. Pale. Brunette. What else? That's pretty much it.

So where was I? Right! My childhood. Okay, so when I was like 5, my dad wastes 2 hours of his life just to teach me how to ride a bike. And I failed and failed and failed and oh finally! Sorry, I failed again. I was 7 when I accidentally dropped a mug of hot coco on the principal's skirt, who kicked me out of school eventually. My parents decided to home school me instead.

I have 5 teachers. One for Math (of course), one for English, Science, Arts and Social Studies. Mrs. Hehry, my Social Studies teacher, was my favorite. The other teachers were okay but she was different. Besides her huge puffy blonde hair with the silver clip always attached to it, piercing blue eyes and very red pointed lips, there was something about her. Probably her intelligence or information about things. Lots and lots of things. She'd teach me about wars, treaty of the nations, religious rituals and even different languages. Every Saturday, I'd go to her house and just talk. I treated her like a best friend.

She was my teacher for 5 years in Social Studies. I learned a lot of things from her but I noticed stuff too. She was becoming different. More strict. Uncool. It sends shiver to my spine every time I think of it every now and then. It's just very unusual to feel a gap between a person you've been close to for years without knowing the reason why. Did she hate me because I was a slow learner? Did she get annoyed at me? We were in good terms but there's just something off about her when she talks to me.

One night, she stayed an extra hour to teach me about the geography of the world. It was already 9o'clock when she left the house. She was already gone when I realized that she forgot her huge book about ancient history. I grabbed it with both hands and studied the textures of the cover of the book, the spine and just the course feeling my fingertips get every time they brush the cover. It was old and dusty. Looks like a book she must've borrowed from the public library.

I woke up with the sound of the alarm buzzing in my ears. My mother rushed into my room wearing a face like she's constipated.

"Liz! Mrs. Hehry!" She shouted making me feel like my eardrums are going to pop.

"Yeah? What about her?" I asked.

"She died last night. Gunshot."

"Died? Last night?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Bu-but that can't be possible!"

"The police found her body near the lake."

At first I wasn't that concerned about the incident. I was asking myself, "there's a lake here?!" Wow. I've spent like almost half of my life inside the house. Not literally half, but you get what I mean. Okay, going back. My favorite teacher died the night after she left my house.

I felt like a part of me flamed into ashes, cracked by a hammer and just, I don't know, I'm floating in nothingness.

Unexpected things do happen. It happens when we least expect it. When we think that everything's doing fine when it's not. There's always that fine line between breathing and the moment our heart ceases.