[1NVADERS]

[Act X]: [So Help Me God]

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[Matthew's POV]:
I haven't spoken to those two goofballs in a few days now. I've just kind of been avoiding them. It's too awkward, and most likely they won't understand what's going on with me. I'll get myself to talk to me sooner or later.

But me?

I've been vomiting blood and coughing a lot for a bit. I haven't spoke to my mother about it because, well, I don't like talking to her. I'm sure I'll be okay. After spending a good 10 minutes in here vomiting, I decided to go for a walk outside. I had a slight pain in my chest, and I felt extremely weak. I walked into a park and sat down for a minute.

What's going on with me? I don't feel right. The sound of these screaming kids...its blood boiling. Is this a dream? Am I alive right now? I ended up sitting on the floor. A few people who happened to be standing around looked at me for a minute and continued what they were doing. I was holding my head, I began to feel dizzy. I'm now terrified. I have no clue what's happening anymore. Next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground, bleeding from my mouth. A women ran towards me, as my vision begins to get blurry. Last thing I could do now, is scream. That may have brought more attention, as I feel like I'm sinking to the center of the Earth.

"Baby! Are you okay, sweetie?" Was the last voice I heard, before the blackout.
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[Trevor's POV]:
As you can guess, my mother threw the biggest fit of the decade because I got home late. I got home at 7:30 the other day after leaving Winter's house. I made sure I told her where I was, and I've even gotten home later than that before, so I fail to see what the issue is. It's okay though.

Winter and I have been talking for  awhile now. I learned some stuff about her, such as what she's into. But, I still need to know what caused the marks. It's beginning to bother me, because I hate seeing stuff like that, Especially if it's from someone so nice like her. So, that mystery still remains unsolved.

I haven't heard from that asshole Matthew in a minute. He's been avoiding us at school. He's just been ignoring Winter and I, and keeping his distance. I'm done trying to figure out what's that kid's problem is.

I sat near the window in my room, watching my decent view of the bright city lights. I was in a pretty good mood tonight. I felt alright for once.

Then, my mother came bursting into my room as if the zombie apocalypse has finally begun.

"Thanks for knocking, mom." I said, looking at my phone.

"Shut up." She said. "Uhm, anyways, your principal called. What happened with you in the library?"

Damn.

"A friend of ours took us to the library to talk about something. It's a little project we're working on. We caused no harm, the guy was honestly overreacting." I said. Jesus, we didn't do a thing. What is the big deal? I didn't know going to a library was actually bad.

"Hm. Well, I agree they were overreacting. They sent me a video. While I feel it was unnecessary to record you, you shouldn't have done that. Jumping on tables and out windows? Jumping fences? You're better than that." She said. I'm surprised she isn't barking at me right now.

"Just, be careful okay?" She said.

"Okay, mom." I said. She walked out the room, leaving my door wide open. I excepted that to go way worse. I got up and closed my door, and went back to my bed. I had a weird feeling, as if something happened recently. As if, something happened TONIGHT. Maybe I'm just being a weirdo. I was in deep thought, as I was laying in bed with all the lights off, staring at my ceiling. I wonder, maybe life isn't so bad after all? Maybe if I keep my head up, I could get through this.

I might actually be okay.
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The Next Day.
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"Most importantly, depression does not have an age limit."

Winter was at the front of the class, sharing the first piece of our project.

"Sure, it's rare to have children who are depressed under the age of 14 to YOU, but you can't judge based on what you haven't witnessed or experienced. Depression can run from teenagers, adults, and elders. It bothers me that people believe that there is such a thing as being "too young" or "too old" to be stressed out, and/or depressed. That statement, is extremely ridiculous, and us here at Project 1NV4D3R$ are here to prove people like this wrong." She said. God, that was absolutely amazing. Winter's speech ended with the class giving her a round of applause, and I did the same. She smiled, and walked back to her seat.

Once she sat down, she turned to me and whispered: "Hey, any word on Matthew?" I shrugged.

"I have no clue where he is, I haven't heard from him since we last saw him." Even though we've had our problems lately, I hope he's okay. This made me worried for the rest of the day. I sat by myself at lunch, I asked others if they've heard from Matthew. No ones heard from him.
This is really beginning to bug me out. I hope he didn't take what I said and, you know, hurt himself? I wouldn't be able to live with myself, because I actually cared about him.

We reach the end of the day. As I look around at the classroom in disgust, as no one notices a classmate missing, I sit and wonder to myself, what did I say that set him off? I'm such an idiot.

This was all cut off once our principal Mr. James walked into the classroom. With the look on his face, I can tell whatever he's about to say can't be good.

"Good afternoon boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen. So, before I, begin, I would like you all to know that our school DOES in fact have a basketball team and if you wanna sign up and all that, the full details will be released next week."

The boys seemed pretty happy about that. Mr. James cleared his throat, and began to speak again. Please, Matthew, please be okay.

"Now, what I have to announce next is..uhh...a bit unfortunate." He said, sighing afterwards. "If you've noticed, Matthew isn't here. He hasn't been here for a few days, but luckily we've been in contact with him."

Jesus, I feel like he's going to stretch this out for as long as he could. He may never get to the point, and it's killing me. I'm shaking and sweating, I might pass out in the next minute. Get on with it! Get on with it!

"Uhm...class.." Mr. James said, with tears in his eyes. He cleared his throat one more time before looking up at the classroom.

"It's unfortunate, that I have to inform you guys that it has been announced that Mr. Baker has cancer." He said.

At that moment, the world stopped spinning, and it shattered right there.
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