memento mori // a.i

ii.

brie kennedy

i am being held captive against my will in this bloody infirmary instead of being in my class, listening to a lecture (but i'm probably sure a lot of people would love to be in my place). i cannot think of any excuse to get out of this blinding white room. i feel like my whole body is asleep because its numb from just lying down.

"brian?" i asked and he turned to me. "why aren't you in class?"

"to take care of my sister of course!" he said.

or you just don't want to be in class? i thought to myself.

"maybe you should go back to class, nurse karla can take care of me" i said, sitting up as he shake his head.

"no way!" yep. he doesn't want to go to class at all. "I'll be the one to take care of you"

"brian, i always take care of you, i can ta--"

"exactly, you always took care of me since mom and dad died, now i want to take care of you" he said sternly as he went back looking straight at the wall.

i sighed. "at least sit down and read some notes to refresh your memory about the lesson" i told him and thankfully, he obliged.

"you know, its so great to be here, its not like i have any classes right now" i said sarcastically, adding it with an eye roll.

"they are interrogating the guy who, uh... almost blindly ran you over" nurse karla said surprisingly, giving me a glass of water.

i feel like i'm in some sort of crime scene when all that just happened was that some maniac tried to run me over, trying to get me killed.

yeah, like that's normal to people. how am i calm about all of this?

"wow, interrogating. like what the cops do?... that seems kind of harsh?" i said uneasily as nurse karla chuckled.

"well, hun, what other choice do we have? he purposely tried to ran you over"

hearing her say that makes my heart drop and not to my stomach, but up to my bloody legs but i chose to just sit and act normal but i know that they know i'm not.

"i thought you said he almost blindly ran me over" i chuckled nervously and brian looked up a bit to look at me.

"well i was, uh, trying not to make you worry dear" she sympathetically looked at me.

"how can you not worry about those kinds of stuff?" i mumbled as i lie back down and turned to the side, facing the wall and closed my eyes. the last thing i heard was nurse karla sighing.

*
after finally getting out of the infirmary, i can finally smell fresh air because all i kept smelling there was medicine and freshly opened bandages. i didn't even know they had smell.

i can finally now go back to class but damn it, i only have 2 classes left out of 7.

well that's the good part but the minute i walk through the school halls, i started hearing whispers and murmurs as people start to stare at me.

the words i can make out that everybody kept using was "the girl who almost got ran over"

i don't know why and i don't usually do this but i listened to every murmur i can hear when i reached my locker, getting my stuff slowly.

is she the girl?

omg, i feel so glad that she survived

she would've died if it wasn't for that cute guy though.

yeah, she was like a statue just waiting to be damaged.

its stupid for her not to move

what was the name of the guy who saved her?

i think it was as--

oh! i also heard she fainted and was sent to the infirmary and stayed there for hours.

she must've faked it just so she won't go to class.

wonder what could've happen if she did really got hit.

oh! it might b--

i did not continue it anymore. i slammed by locker door but not hard enough to cause a scene.

i sped walked and focused on my breathing just so i can't hear their gossips.

its sad how people can't talk about anything other than the life of others sometimes.

as i turn to the corner, i accidentally bumped and hit the stuff of the person, making it all drop on the floor.

"shit," i heard him mutter as he crouched and picked up his stuff and i decided to help. well not decided, i actually have to since i bumped into him.

"i am so sorry, i wasn't focusing on where i was going" i apologized as i picked up as many index cards and notebooks as i can. it's not like he dropped a set of notebooks.

"brie?" the person asked and i looked up to see the guy who saved me earlier.

"oh, you!" i said, amazed as we both stood up and gave him his stuff.

"i was wondering how you've been, i've never seen you in the halls or in classes" he said as i chuckled.

"i was in the infirmary. after you left to go inside, i fainted and was brought there" i answered.

"oh well glad to see you're still walking" he smiled.

looking at his face, i realized that his smile was perfect and i'm not exaggerating. his teeth are nice and the curves in his smile make his dimples pop and his eyes still defined.

wait, why am i even thinking about this? stop thinking and start talking before he realizes you're staring at him.

"thank you, by the way," i thanked. "for saving me, i would've been dead meat if it wasn't for you"

"hey no worries, wouldn't also want our school to be known with psychotic students" he chuckled and i smiled.

"hey, i gotta go yet again but i expect and hope to talk to you again at some local coffee shop?" he asked and i giggled lightly and nodded.

"great, i'll see you brie" he said, waving while walking away.

as i stare at his back, i basically cursed under my breath as i remember that i didn't even ask for his bloody name.

as i reminded myself how dumb and forgetful i am, i almost slipped and i looked down to see a green index card. he must've not seen this one.

i picked it up to look at it.

english, sir josef, terms and projects and such. he seems like a hardworking guy.

i looked at the bottom right of the index card to see his name and class scribbled messily but legible.

ashton irwin, class c-1

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