Suicidal

Chapter 26: - Midnight

(Play the song when it says for added effect.)

Song:
           Midnight ~ Coldplay

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CHAPTER TWENTY - SIX;

MIDNIGHT -

I remember the next evening like it was yesterday.

After Diana was raped, the only thing I thought about was Thomas. How he, the only boy at school capable of such a horrible thing, raped her. How he took advantage of her, my friend. How he powered over her, touching her, enjoying himself while he doomed over her. How he, was a monster.

I rushed Diana immediately to the principal's office, careful not to drop her - you see, she was extremely weak and exhausted after bearing Tom's dominance. And I, needed to help.

Back then, as soon as Diana got the help she needed, I deleted the photo of Tomas......overpowering her. I wouldn't need to blackmail him with it anymore, because the threat of exposing his dirty mistake was enough to send him into hiding and avoiding me in total. But all at once, I suddenly became the offender, all at once I realised, that I could've.....stopped the rape.......I could've prevented it from happening, only if I had gotten there quicker and didn't take the picture!

Stop it, I told myself. You'll go mad and frenzy if you think too much about the past. Just forget about it and move on!

I knew my conscience was right though, Lucas had already driven me into a despaired state, and in reality, I didn't need to drive myself into one. All I needed to do was to move on, and focus on the sheer future. But as I did so, I started to drift myself away from Diana. I suddenly thought of her as only the victim, and nothing else, nor friend nor cared one.

When in fact, she was all three of them.

A few days passed, and as Diana started to make a slow recovery, I found myself taking walks to various, exquisite places of interest. First it started off as walking to the local national history museum in London.  Then, it furthered on until I attended an art gallery, appreciating the fine paintings in front of me. And as the days travelled onwards, the various walks and sightseeings increased and increased.

Then on one peculiar day, I discovered a place called "Bushy Park".  It was north of Hampton Court palace, and on one fateful evening (or specifically midnight), I took an adventure around the park. It consisted of beautiful and organic plants and trees.

And as I ventured into these new places of interest, I took the black notebook with me. It belonged to Quincy, but when we stayed after school and lied upon those green hills in the rain, Quincy decided to let me borrow it, and emphasised on how I should jot down my thoughts into it. At first it seemed like a mundane activity to do, but as I began to move on from Lucas, I discovered myself following Quincy's advice and actually writing in the notebook.

(Play the song now.)

So on the 25th of August, I went to bushy park, along with the black notebook, and took rest on a nearby tree. It was actually quite comfy!

I stopped to take in the amazing view, took a breath, and began to write inside the notebook. You see, writing about him was the only thing that kept me sane. I turned him into metaphors and called him everything ranging from a drug to a hurricane. And as I began to heal, I could see that my writing made him look so exotic and special, but the sad truth was: he really wasn't. He was just a boy, a boy who I thought was way more. And that.....was my biggest mistake.