Falling For The Impossible

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December 3rd 2021

I woke up and stretched, rubbing my eyes to remove the sleep. Slipping from my sheets, I made my way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Did I really want to look good today? Like was there someone to look good for?

Yeah Louis-

No. Absolutely not.

You may judge me for arguing with myself in my head but just know I get very well made decisions from doing that.

I decided I hated everyone at school and didn't care what they thought of my outfit, so I threw on a random hoodie from the closet and some black skinny jeans because why not.

These jeans make my butt look good-

I made my way downstairs and grabbed some bread from the loaf, pushing it down in the toaster and waiting for it to pop. When it finally did, I smothered butter over the food and sat at the marble countertop by myself.

I made my way to school and went through the entrance. Completely unaware of what was going on.

I pulled up outside my first subject of the day and walked in, taking a seat at my usual table. Soon other students started filing in and Rory sat beside me. Mr H walked into the room with a solemn expression. "Can we please make our way to the hall." He muttered, gesturing to the door. Muttering broke out between every student, Rory reached for my hand and squeezed it - I looked over at her and gave a small smile. Turning back, I lead her towards our assembly hall.

Our school never had anything interesting on. So it was rare to have an assembly called and especially not have it announced maybe a week before.

Arriving, we sat towards the middle of the chairs set up and turned our attention to our principle setting up her microphone on stage. Adjusting it properly, she payed her focus to the 2000 students sitting before her.

"Hello everyone," she let out a cough - clearing her throat - "it is with sad news that I bring that I must inform you of a loss within the school." Gasps erupted from the gathering of students and Mrs Harris raises her hand for us to stop speaking.

"Louis Gray, a fellow student at this academy took his life Saturday morning. We don't know why, or how. But we understand he was going through hardships in life and sought the only way he thought was out - through death. This is tragic news to all of us that -" and on she went about how if we were deal with issues, to contact someone and find help.

She said they understood. Like they understood, how could they? They were teenagers 50 years or so ago. Times have changed. They don't understand anything. He wanted gone from this world and they act like they know what he's going through? What he went through? My hands clenched at my side and I felt hot heavy tears start dripping from my face - completely numb to the news just received.

I hung my head in despair. He had little friends yet it still hurt everyone that someone at this school could take their own life. Whispers spread like wild fire through the sea of students.

I hated myself. What if I had been the reason he killed himself. Had I done this?

No- there had to be some other explanation. Louis Gray seemed perfect at school and so obviously, this was an at home situation.

I wanted to slap myself, wake myself from this dream. Rory wrapped her arms around my body and pulled me to her. Comforting me as I stood there, not taking all the information in, still processing it as if it had been said only a second ago.

Hours passed and I arrived at my last class. I had pracs for the other subjects I had just attended. PE, food tech, and science where we dissected a pig eye. Opening my laptop, I felt bile raise through my throat at the sight that made my stomach churn. Big white letters glowed through my screen. 3rd December 2021.

I closed my screen abruptly, standing from my seat and speed walking out the door, ignoring my teachers questions as I made my way to the toilets.

Locking the stall door, I closed the seat down and sat on it, rubbing my temples and closing my eyes. This all had to be a joke. It was Halloween yesterday?

First Louis dying and now a month passed and I had no memory of it. That poem. I still wore the same hoodie from yesterday or last month more rather, shoving my hand in the pocket, I pulled out the white sheet and uncrumpled it.

30 more days before he goes -
Only you can be his rose -
It's pretty red to match your passion -
No one can defy your attraction -
But be careful, for a rose has thorns -
And you shall be the reason that they mourn.

30 days. The whole month of November.

They mourn. Everyone who was close to Louis after his passing.

That was all that made sense to me in the moment - that somehow this was all linked up. I couldn't hold it in as I put the paper back in my pocket and lifted the toilet seat - spilling my lunch contents into the school toilet.

This was fucking embarrassing had anyone been in the stalls beside me.

Wiping my face with toilet paper, I flushed it down and took a breather, trying to settle my nerves. I felt dizzy and my stomach had an uneasy feeling, not like the comfortable feelings of butterflies that appeared everytime I had something to do with Louis- stop it. I calmed my nerves down and headed outside, back to the classroom and tapping my teacher on the shoulder. "Can I go to the sick bay please?" I barely let out a whisper.

I wasn't sure if it had been my illfully pale face or the way I ran out the classroom but my teacher nodded vigorously, gesturing for me to grab my things and leave.

I made it to the office and asked to call my mum because I wasn't feeling well. They offered to check up on me but I let them know she was a doctor. Technically a brain surgeon but same thing.

Obviously my mum wasn't going to turn up so I didn't bother calling her nor my dad. Instead I started walking towards my house after discreetly leaving the building.

As I wondered through the town, I came across the cemetery. There stood a woman, huddled over a small patch of grass under a large tree. The leaves swaying lightly under the breeze and blocking most light from entering her secretive space. I could hear her sobs from my place.

I frowned slightly and made my way over to her. I purposely made sure to step on a branch so she heard me coming. The woman turned around and I was met with vivid green eyes, similar to someone's I missed so bad as of right now.

"Annaliese?" She whispered. I was very confused as to how she knew me, and she seemed to figure that out as I tilted my head.

"I'm Bailey, Louis' sister, Louis talked a lot about you. Especially when you were best friends, even showed me a few photos of you guys," she sniffled and laughed half-heartedly at that. "That's how I recognised you." She turned back to the blank patch in front of her.

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Waiting for her to take her time before speaking again. "This is where they'll be burying him," she whispered, almost so quiet I didn't hear her.

"His funeral will be the 16th which gives us time to prepare but," she choked back a sob and hung her head down. "I don't think I'm ready to say goodbye." I knew she was only a stranger but still I pulled her into a hug, rubbing my hand comfortingly along her back.

So this was real.

Louis Gray was really gone and I had somehow travelled into the future- missing the entire month of November. I just wanted to break down with Bailey. Was I in a coma? Perhaps this was a bad dream? But I could tell it wasn't, by the solid feeling of the crying girl in my arms.

So what had really happened to November?

Words: 1368

Date: 7/11/21