Four days after the shooting or whatever. I didn't remember anything. I couldn't. I tried so, so hard. I gave up. Stopped trying.
I haven't even taken a glimpse of my phone since the shooting, many messages and calls. I couldn't be bothered. I haven't gone to school. I wasn't going to until it healed. I ignored everyone except my family. I was in pain. I couldn't remember. Did I almost die? Yes. Did I remember anything from it? Absolutely nothing. I hoped at least that it'll all come. That I'd revive all my memories back from that afternoon. I didn't. I couldn't. It was difficult. I struggled. It strangled me. Strangled. Choked. Killed. I am dying. Maybe not physically. Mentally. I couldn't. I was sick. I was hurt. I am weak.
"Hey, want some tea?" Chris asked, I stopped staring at my phone.
I glimpsed up, nodding.
"Okay, black?"
I hummed, my mind blank. I forgot every word. Every single word. I didn't panic. Why didn't I panic? Why was I calm? Why...
The doorbell rang. No one close ever used it, only strangers. My head shot up, I gulped when I heard Chris announcing that I should answer it.
Dingggggg, dong!
Shit.
Fuck.
What.
Fuck.
Aurora.
"Aurora! You okay?" Chris cautioned, rubbing my shoulder.
My right shoulder. My healthy shoulder.
Answer it.
Those were the only words I remembered then.
My knees were far too weak for me to stand up from the chair.
It hurt.
My shoulder.
The left one.
The shot one.
The-
Shut up.
S hut up.
S h ut up.
S h u t up.
S h u t up.
S h u t u p.
"Open the door! Please?" Someone begged.
A male voice.
My legs worked. I just betrayed my mind into thinking they don't. They wouldn't. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
"Morning" I gulped.
"Aurora, are you alright?"
Who was this?
"Who... what are you doing here?"
"It's Max... your friend."
Max? Who was Max?
"Max?"
"Yes, Rora, it's me."
"My name's Aurora."
"Ro- Aurora..."
Who was he? Was I stupid? Was I forgetting? Am I dumb?
"Aurora..." the blond boy repeated in a sotto voce.
"I'm sorry."
Slamming the door in front of the blond's face, I gasped, my throat starting to choke me. A salty waterfall flew down my cheeks, my lips quivering. I darted to my room, the stairs hurting my feet as I stomped.
Another slamming door. My bedroom door. I panicked. Panic. Panic. Why? Why? Wh-
The room closed. It closed me. It turned dark. Dark. Pitch. Ditch. Fitch. Nitch. Litch...
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tutor and scones
FanfictionA young girl gets accepted to her dream private school. Aurora Thornsbury meets a fellow student and learns that the Hawthorne family is dangerous. But who were they? Why were they? What did they do? Suddenly, her science teacher assigns her a tutor...
