Generation Infinosil

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty One - Shane

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I was flicking through my notebook, looking at all the sketches that I had drawn over time. I wanted something to take my mind off of Kaitlyn, I couldn't bear to think about what she had done to me, and how I had fallen for her charm so easily.

How could she be so manipulative?

Any efforts to rid Kaitlyn from my mind were futile, as even the last few pages of my notebook were filled with sketches of her. I came to the last page and found the scribble of a car racing towards a silhouetted figure, a figure that I knew to be Kaitlyn.

What had she pretended caused her loss of memory? I know she said it was some kind of accident but as far as I remembered, she didn't clarify what kind of accident. She probably saw this sketch as she was looking through my notebook, that's probably where she got the idea from.

There was no way that she would have been able to tell it was her in the picture though, and even I struggled to make out that the rest of the image was a car. I was so sleep deprived when I drew it that the only way I could tell what was going on in the picture was because I remembered the dream, so how could Kaitlyn make out what it was? Or could she?

Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe she hadn't even seen that particular page. I don't know what would have been worse, her being manipulative enough to make it up on the spot, or her using my own nightmares against me. Well, actually, how would she know that the sketches in my book were based on my dreams and nightmares?

I don't know how long I sat there, thinking, but I skipped dinner and went to bed early. Well, I say went to bed, but it was more like laying there on my bed and trying to sleep but failing rather miserably. I couldn't stop thinking about the way Kaitlyn had looked at me in the corridors when I had ignored her. The hurt could be seen from a mile away, why would she seem to care that much if our friendship meant nothing to her? And if our friendship wasn't just nothing, why would she throw it away with such a sick joke?

I tried to convince myself that I was better off without her, that she wasn't good for me, and that I was lucky that she revealed her true self to me so early on. They do say that it's better sooner rather than later. However, I had a nagging feeling that just refused to leave me be, a nagging feeling that told me I had gotten it all wrong.