Sometimes when things are all wrong you think of other things to do about it. That's what I was trying to do. But nothing was happening. I couldn't think of anyway to make all of these things that were happening make sense to me. Is it because I'm dead? Is it because of all of the guilt in my head and I just can't clear those thoughts for others? I can't seem to get my head wrapped around anything anymore. What's wrong with me? Why?
The only thing that came to mind, when I was trying to understand everything, was the faces of those kids on the TV. Why did I have to've done that? THAT doesn't even make sense to me. Eventually I just sat down with Lizzie next to Mr. Dringle. Wondering why before I got here my face was all screwed up, and now it's completely normal looking. Trying to clear my head was like trying to clear a smokey room with more smoke. It wasn't working, and it was pointless to even attempt.
We all just sat there in silence and waited. What we were waiting for, I don't know. But what I did know was that it was apparently stressing out Mr. Dringle. Eventually he stood up and started pacing in front of the TV. Which, I know from experience, bothers Daniell. She was staring at him with eyes that said, "Stop it right now. Sit down before I make you sit."
I grabbed Lizzie's hand and held it in mine. It wasn't very great to her apparently. She didn't move her hand and she didn't squeeze it like she normally did. She was angry with me.
You see, this is what I am talking about. Nothing is normal right now.
Then, from out of no where, a loud voice started to speak, "You're right. Nothing is normal right now. This is the storm boy. And its comin' quick."
I knew it was in my head by the fact that the Dringle's didn't react to it. I stood up and walked towards the door, lightly letting go of Lizzie's hand. "Where are you going hun?" Daniell asked sweetly.
"I have to go... I have work" I said trying to think up an excuse on the spot.
"Oh... well I'm glad that you are ok now. Finally." Lizzie said without even looking at me. I walked out of the door and waved to everyone. I started walking home. Soon I was downtown again, where I saw my messed up face. I looked in the window again and it looked normal.
I continued walking back home. I had to cross the street to get to the other side of the shops. I walked into the road and looked both ways. No cars. I continued walking and in an instant I was hit by the city bus. All I heard were screams from people and squeaking bus brakes. People saw me.
That was that. I was gone. Again. The voice came back into my head, "Here's your storm boy. You should've seen it comin'." As I was fading I saw a woman holding a baby with two young boys by her side. They were just staring at me. With every blink I took they got closer and closer. Eventually they were approximately three inches away.
One of the little boys reached out to me. I struggled to raise my hand, but I soon was holding his hand in mine. As I took another blink I tried to open my eyes. But then I realized. This was the storm. I died. I was gone for good. No coming back this time. All I saw was black. Nothingness. All gone. It was all gone. I should've seen this.
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