Young Love

Am I dead? Part 2

I didn't know what was going on. Everything was in a haze. I held my trembling hands on my chest, trying to catch my breath as if it was my last resort, while I was stumbling around. I heard a million different noises around me. I felt like my head was about to explode. Somehow I made it to the bathroom. I stormed into the stall and slid down, my back against the door. I still couldn't breathe, and my face was wet with tears from sweat, and fatigue. I suddenly remembered that I had some more pills in my pocket that I had "borrowed from Stella" some time ago. I know I might as well wait for my parents and ask them for the sedatives I was taking when I woke up from the coma, but I didn't have the strength. Deep down I got this feeling that I'm about to do something stupid, although I brushed this voice away, and took them, only two of them, just to make myself calm enough to stand up. Fortunately, they dissolve on the tongue. After a few minutes, I felt my heart slow down, my head still pounding, but a little less. My hearing came back to normal as well when I heard Simon's voice:

-Wille, open the door! 

I blindly raised my hand and turned the lock. I almost fell on the floor when the door swung open.

-Hey, hey, hey I've got you. I've got you. Simon caught me before it happened. The sound of his voice was gentle, even If I know he was worried as fuck.

-Can you stand up? He asked me, brushing my skin to get me warm.

I nodded, trying to look at him.

-Ok, get over here, wash your hands. The boy helped me to get to the sink.

The bathroom was empty, the harsh lights irritated my eyes and a not-very-pleasant smell began to flow into my nose.

-You've literally scared me to death. He muttered, pressing his chin under my chin.

We were standing in front of the mirror, and that was the moment when I really saw him. And it broke me.

-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I started to shake my head, tears falling down, while I was trying to hide my face in his hair.

-Ok, ok, it's okay, come here. The small boy led me out of there.

He sat me on the chair in a waiting room. Linda rushed towards us.

-Hey, what happened? The woman asked.

-Sara...I muttered.

-What, what about Sara? Simon's mum raised her eyebrows.

-Maybe you can ask her. I pointed at the girl, who shyly approached us.

-Wille, I'm sorry! The girl told me, sounding a little desperate.

-Don't. Just don't. I spoke gently, shaking my head.

-Can someone tell me what is going on here? Linda asked once again.

I gave Sara a single look, raising my eyebrows, lowkey demanding her to speak.

Her face was horrible like she was about to cry, or puke, or...

-I knew about the video, I knew who did this...

-You told her? Her brother turned to me.

-No, no I didn't Simon, and that is the interesting part. I smirked.

Go on tell them, tell them what you saw Sara.

-I...I saw August when he was uploading the video. The girl said slowly like she was afraid of her own voice.

-What? Simon blinked rapidly.

-What, what do you mean you saw him? How...Linda began.

-I was getting ready for Lucia, and then I saw him at the library, unplugging his phone from the computer. Then he told me it was him. I was the first person that knew about it.