Dead Body In The Pool


#πŸŽπŸŽπŸ“ ¦ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨π₯

"What if someday you wake up and found yourself as good as dead?"

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"𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 π’”π’•π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒕 π’Žπ’š 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆
π‘΄π’š π’”π’–π’Žπ’Žπ’†π’“ 𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 π’ƒπ’†π’ˆπ’–π’ 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆
𝑰𝒔 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓 π’Šπ’” π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’‡π’‚π’Œπ’†?
𝑨 π’„π’“π’†π’†π’‘π’š π’…π’“π’†π’‚π’Ž 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆"

— Girl in Red, Dead girl in the pool.

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A shipwreck. That’s the closest thing to describe how messy that big house is. Scent of booze roaming all over the room dancing on the suffocating atmosphere. Red cups, confetti, spilt drink and other mess covering every corner. Lifeless body everywhere. Not Literally, it’s just they’re so knocked out from the graduation after-party. Or too bothered by the fact that they’ll wake up worrying much heavier shit. So why not party hard and forget the waiting responsibilities first.

One body started to flinch and turned, nose scrunching from the peeking sun behind the curtain that falls on his face. Madeon groaned, slowly getting on his senses then on his leg. Slowly stepping towards the closest bathroom, stretching out his stiff limbs from the weird position he woke up from. How the hell he ended up laying upside down on the stairs anyway.

He looks at the mirror, staring blankly on a messy portrait of himself. Never in his 24 lifetime he felt this awful. Stiff muscles, banging sensation on the head, and stinging sensation on the corner of his lips- π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘–π‘‘. A cut? Madeon leaned forward in confusion, studying the cut on his lips and a bruise on his cheek.

𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘œπ‘› π‘‘π˜©π‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘ ? 𝐼𝑑 π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›’𝑑 π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘‘π˜©π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘–π‘›π‘—π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘‘π˜©π‘œ. He thought to himself.

“Ouch-”, Madeon flinched on the attempt to touch his cut. Then he sighed, washing his face with the running water. He stared at his reflection once more before deciding that he desperately in need of caffeine boost to sober up.

Madeon stared at his slowly filling up cup, hot and fragrant black liquid running out of the machine. Just the smell of it can calm his nerves a bit. The machine beeps and Madeon lifts his cup, walks toward the window and sips his coffee.

Until a floating body on the pool catches his eye. Madeon's eyes widened at the sight, accidentally dropping his newly brewed coffee.

"what the- is that a dead body on my pool?!", he exclaimed in panic. Searching everywhere for his phone and dials 911.

Strangely, no one picked up on the other side and left him with a dull tone only. He frowned and decided to take a look at the dead body himself.

He stormed to the pool and as he got closer, he noticed something off. The floating dude wears the exact same thing as him. And has the same hair.. And-

Wait a second. Madeon stared the floating body in horror. His feet got cold and his body started to tremble. It can't be.

"No. N-no..", Madeon absent mindedly steps into the pool, soaking his lower body in cold water. He pulled the dead body and flips it over. Madeon screamed on top of his lungs as he saw a blue cold face that looks exactly like him.

"what the fuck!! Am- am I dead??", Madeon panicked, checking the dead body further.

How can this happened. Is that really him? He doesn't feel dead tho. He can still touch everything and even sip a coffee. Madeon reached out to take a closer look at the face. He touched its cheek and feels a sudden pang on his chest.

"πΆπ‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘ !"

."π‘…π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘’, 𝑙𝑒𝑑'𝑠 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜ 𝑒𝑝."

."𝐼𝑇'𝑆 π΄πΏπ‘Šπ΄π‘Œπ‘† 𝐡𝐸𝐸𝑁 π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆπ‘… πΉπ΄π‘ˆπΏπ‘‡, 𝑀𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑂𝑁!"

."𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘”π‘œ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘¦ π˜©π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘"

."π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆ π‘…πΈπ΄πΏπΏπ‘Œ 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝐴𝑇 π‘ƒπ‘ˆπ‘†π»πΌπ‘πΊ 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 π‘‚π‘ˆπ‘‡ 𝑂𝐹 π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆπ‘… 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸, 𝐷𝑂 π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆ?"

."𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘‘π˜©π‘–π‘›π‘”"

."π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘œπ‘›, 𝑙𝑒𝑑'𝑠 π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ 𝑖𝑑 π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ.."

."π‘π‘œ, π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘¦."

."π‘Šπ˜©π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘”? π‘Šπ˜©π‘¦ 𝑑𝑖𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘ π˜©π‘’π‘‘ π˜©π‘’π‘Ÿ?!"

."π‘Šπ‘–π‘™π‘™-"

"𝐼𝑇'𝑆 π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆπ‘… π΄π‘‡π‘‡πΌπ‘‡π‘ˆπ·πΈ, π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆ π΄πΏπ‘Šπ΄π‘Œπ‘† 𝐡𝐿𝐴𝑀𝐸 π‘†πΌπ‘‡π‘ˆπ΄π‘‡πΌπ‘‚π‘π‘† 𝐴𝑁𝐷 π‘…π‘ˆπ‘π‘† π΄π‘Šπ΄π‘Œ 𝐹𝑅𝑂𝑀 π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆπ‘… 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐡𝐿𝐸𝑀𝑆."

."π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘œπ‘›, 𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’.."

And it all comes back to him. All the voices from that day.

His head hurts like hell. But it doesn't compare to the torture on his heart. How could he forgot.

How can he possibly forgot that his family falls apart on his graduation day, he had a fight with his lifetime best friends, loses them, and proceeded to broke up with his Roseanne. Got punched in the face by her brother and.. Drowned himself to death.

It all so fucked up. He was so fucked up. But the worst part was he never truly meant any of that. Madeon takes some steps back. He sobs. Now what can he do, what a dead body can do to clear the mess he created. What a blue cold lips can say to fix the unsaid words.

π‘Šπ˜©π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘–π‘‘π˜© π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘€π˜©π‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘?

He never meant to push anyone out of his life. He loved his best friends, he love every crazy talk they had, every jokes, every Sunday out. He loved them. Even the disappointment and endless quarrels.

He never meant to hurt his girl's feeling. He loved her. He love every movie dates, every little things about her, the silly things they did at 4am, everything. It's just when things get hard it's easy to gave up on everything. But he didn't mean to. He loved Olivienna.

Madeon drowned himself once again. As if it would solve all his problems. As if it would take him back to the place he left.

And it did.

Madeon gasps, the reflect got him jumped from his sleep. Soaked in sweat, he catches his breath. Panting heavily with a pale confused face. Did he just got back from his death? Or was it just a dream all along?

"babe?", his breath hitches at the familiar voice. He turned to see Olive staring at him with a worried face and Madeon's eyes redden. He pulled her closer and hugged her tiny figure real tight.

"Rosie. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it's been hard and it took so long. I love you."


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Jakarta, 5 Februari 2021
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