CHAPTER 4

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— a week and three days later.

November. 07, 2018

It's been a week, a week since Nia's death, six days since Karly fainted. Throughout, everything was fine, too fine.

I'm getting suspicious, how could it happen? One week after Nia's death and then nothing happens? That's oddly suspicious. Very.

- Tom S.

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TOM SLEEK

— W.U rooftop,
Lunchtime.

I'M here again, on the rooftop.

I've been coming here since everything started, since Nia's death, Karly's accident. Everything, I've come here.

It's calming, the breeze is just right, the sun isn't too bright. Just, normal.

I opened the journal I had just bought a few days ago and started to draw. I bought this book after that terrifying dream I had.

I could still remember every detail, I could hear Karly's screams, I could feel it all, the way Karly screamed at she fell from a rooftop and landed on a pole.

I could still see how the pole dug a hole into her stomach, blood drippy down from her body onto the bottom of the pole.

She looked peaceful, as her lifeless body hung on top of that pole.

I shake my head at the thought, Wtf am I doing to myself? Karly is my girlfriend for Pete's sake!

I sniffled, then stopped drawing. I'm crying, huh...

I bought my hands to my cheeks and felt the tears oozing from my eyes. I laughed bitterly. It's always the same thing, I would come here. Stare at nothingness for God knows how long, then draw that horrifying scene over and over again.

I looked at the pages I drew on for the past week. Every page held the same damn image: Karly's lifeless body, on top of the university's flag pole.

I stared at the page longer. Gripping the pen tighter.

My body tensed as I heard the door open behind me.

Fúck.

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KARLY KLEECE

— same day, evening.

I GOT out of the car with the groceries as I waved goodbye to Seb. "Thanks, Seb, tell ma and pa I'm gonna be staying over with Gen." Seb nodded and I just smiled.

Once I made sure that the car was far off, I started to carry the groceries to Genie's small flat. It was already late since our classes earlier finished at 6 pm.

I know right? Fúcking shocking.

Greeting the front lady on the desk with a smile, I continued. But stopped my tracks when I saw both of the lifts had a sign on them.

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