The teacher was obviously in shock because of Onur"s wounded arm, and the blood-covered scissors I failed to hide from her. I really wanted to make an explanation, but I couldn"t tell her that Onur had attacked me. I would have to lie and call it an accident. Unfortunately, I couldn"t form proper sentences. I could almost feel my face going red.Onur was about to say something when the weird standoff between us and the teacher were interrupted.
"Hey, I will handle this."
Mr. Kenan appeared from nowhere. He walked in between us and the teacher.
"I"m responsible for the well-being of my students, and I want to know what is going on here!" the teacher replied to Mr. Kenan.
"Stop being so aggressive, I will let you know. Please leave it to me." said Mr. Kenan.
"Fine. I guess you know them better than I do." she said and walked away. Mr. Kenan turned to us.
"Okay, that was close." he said, and sighed. "But, there is one thing I want to ask you... What is going on here!? How did you end up in this situation?"
"Perhaps we should go to the infirmary first..." I said.
"Yeah, you are right." Mr. Kenan said. "But you will tell me everything after we are done with that."
"Sure." I replied.
We went to the infirmary to have Onur"s arm cleaned and most the wound sealed.
"Maybe you should see a doctor." Mr. Kenan said.
"I am okay, it is not that bad." Onur replied. "It did hurt a lot at first, though."
"Okay, if you say so. Well... Now, it is time to explain everything." Mr. Kenan said.
Since no one else was listening, I could freely tell Mr. Kenan about our confrontation in the restroom.
"So, it turns out that the former victims of the curse have memories of that evening." Mr. Kenan said. "That"s good news."
"Yes, this will help a lot... But how are we going to make them recall their memories?" I asked. "We can"t just walk up to them and tell them that they had died yesterday evening. People would think we went crazy!"
"Correction: we would have to tell them that they "will" die... or rather, "had" died this evening." Mr. Kenan said. He was right, I was confused about the time. Everything "had happened" in the future.
"Yeah, so... what"s the plan?" Onur asked.
"I"ve thought of something." Mr. Kenan said. "I will gather those students before the end of the final lesson. You will go and tell them that I wanted to talk with them today. We will make it look like an issue with... "school stuff", you know..."
"Sounds... okay." was my only comment about the plan.
"Alright. We will split up now, and we will meet just before the final lesson, in the teachers" room. Don"t forget to tell everyone." Mr. Kenan said.
"Okay." Onur said. We split up, and headed to our cla.s.srooms.
I walked around to find Idil before the next lesson began. I found her looking out of the window in the cla.s.sroom. She noticed me approaching and looked away from the window.
"Hey. Where have you been? You"ve got me worried." she said. "And... What is that in your hand!?"
d.a.m.n. I forgot about the scissors. Although I had it cleaned from all the blood, I had forgotten to hide it. I tried to stuff it into my pocket as I replied to her.
"I"ve got a little side-tracked." I said, and I explained everything about our plan with Mr. Kenan.
"I hope we know what we are doing." she said.
The bell rang, indicating the next lesson was about to begin. We walked back to our desks with nothing else to do at the moment.
- - -
It has been about ten minutes since the lesson had started, but the teacher still hadn"t arrived. Normally, I wouldn"t mind it; but everything out-of-place was disturbing me. While I was thinking about going out into the hallway to look around, Mr. Kenan unexpectedly entered the cla.s.sroom.
"Sorry for the confusion guys, but I"m going to intrude your maths lesson today." he said in his usual, cheerful teacher mood.
Students all around the cla.s.s went back to their desks.
"It won"t be long though, I just need to talk with some of you about... something." he said. He asked me and a few students to come with him, including Idil, Ata, Melis and a few other students who had been victims of the curse. We followed him into the hallway, and to the teachers" room.
We entered the teacher"s room. It was unusual, the teachers" room would rarely be empty.
"Have a seat." Mr. Kenan told us. Everyone sat down.
"Why did you gather us here, Mr. Kenan?" Melis asked.
"Okay. Now, listen to me VERY carefully." Mr. Kenan said. "Does any of you remember staying late in the school building yesterday?"
Most of the students said that they did not remember it, except Ata.
"I... sort of remember. Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?" Ata said.
"No. Just tell me what you remember." Mr. Kenan said.
"Well, we were going to prepare for the ceremony, and we were in the art cla.s.s..." Ata said.
"Wait! Sorry... I actually remember that as well!" Melis interrupted.
After that moment, people started to recall their faint memories of that evening. That wasn"t bad, but they were about to have a great shock with the horrible memories they were about to recall. I could think of nothing to lighten up the temporary mental breakdown it could cause.
Someone screamed and ran to a corner of the teachers" room, crying.
"There we go." Mr. Kenan said. He didn"t care a lot about the initial shock phase.
"Can someone refresh my memory? It is a little... blurry." said Melis.
Mr. Kenan didn"t hesitate, and he told the entire story from beginning. Although most of my friends didn"t want to believe in the story at first, their memories were clear now. They couldn"t deny what they had seen with their own eyes.
With the terrifying memories recalled, Ata instinctively ran away to the other side of the teachers" room, away from Melis.
Onur, Idil and I surrounded Melis to protect her. Now that people"s memories were back, they could expect aggression from her and try to defend themselves with no provocation at all.
Melis didn"t understand what was going on as we surrounded her. She was looking around with no clear expression of emotions. Perhaps since she was being manipulated at the time, she didn"t have memories of the moments of terror.
Just as we expected, someone made a move to attack Melis. Idil and I were quick enough to block him. He was disoriented by his careless punch that missed the target, and Onur held him from his arms.
"Hold it! She is your friend, the aggression is over!" Mr. Kenan yelled.
Even though Mr. Kenan attempted to settle things down, everyone in the room was staring at each other; terrified, confused. People were scared of each other, and everyone instantly went completely defensive.