Boy Wonder

S2E1|| Denial

(Y/n) pov

Fun fact- well, not really fun since it's kinda depressing but, there are seven stages of grief. These stages are: anger, depression, bargaining, denial, acceptance, guilt, and sadness.

Currently, I am in between denial and acceptance. Am I aware that my brother and best friend are dead? Yes, yes I am. Do I want to accept the fact that they are dead despite there being no bodies? No. If there's no body, then, they're probably still alive. Yet again, they could have been eaten by sharks. No, because then there would be body parts. So, they probably did escape and they're just laying low somewhere...hopefully.

Today was the funeral for John B. I wanted to go, believe me, I did. But if I went, that would mean letting go of the brother I never got to spend enough time with. That would mean that everyone is right and the two most important people in my life are dead. I just can't accept it. I won't accept it because there is a small part inside of me that clings to the hope that they are alive.

It's been a week since they vanished. JJ got a job at some restaurant in Figure Eight. Kie and Pope have been spending a lot of time together. I read their messages but I don't text them back. Whenever someone says something about me or a person close to me passes away, I shut down. I isolate myself from the world and I don't really talk to anyone.

I haven't been doing much since everything went down. I've been trying to think of a plan that would get John B the justice he deserves and Rafe Cameron behind bars but, no plan is good enough. Knowing Ward, he'll pay some good lawyer a shit ton of money and all of that dirt will be swept under the rug. When you're rich enough, everything is in your favor.

I learned how to bake bread from scratch. My cottage has a working oven, which is nice. I've been doing different things to keep my mind occupied like painting, sewing, kickboxing, knitting, cooking, and baking. Baking is my favorite hobby out of all six. It's comforting, plus, I can make weed brownies now, haha. I made myself a batch a couple days ago. Ate probably two and the batter had like 60mg of weed butter so I didn't think it would hit that hard. I sat down to watch Scream VI on the projector then boom, they kicked in and I thought I was in the movie. Really funky trip.

My phone rang as 💖JJ babe💖 glowed across the screen. Curiously, I answered the phone.

"Hello?", I asked softly.

"Hey, (Y/n).", he answered plainly.

"Sup. What happened?", I continued.

"Nothin', I was just wondering if I was gonna see you at school tomorrow since, ya know, you kinda disappeared from the world.", he replied.

"Hm? Yeah, well, i-it's mandatory so, yeah, I'll be there.", I answered sheepishly.

"Okay, see ya.", he finished as he hung up.

I sighed as the phone call ended. Out of everyone I talk to, I spoke to JJ the least after the incident. I push away the people I care about the most when someone close to me dies, it's my way of protecting them, in a sense. I feel horrible about it but, I don't want anything bad to happen to any of them. Especially JJ, I mean, he's my boyfriend. I don't think I'd live with myself if he got severely injured or worse.

Night fell and I prepared my school clothes for the next day. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before sliding under my blankets. I fluttered my eyes shut as I brought Kei, my squishmallow, close to my chest and fell into a deep slumber.