So that's it.
Isaac's gone.
I sit on the bleacher where he asked me to the game.
I can still talk to him.
But I'm mad.
So mad.
I didn't even get to tell him.
Tell him my secret.
It's too late now.
He tries to talk to me through our connected brains, but I push him out.
I bury my face in my hands.
he doesn't even know I should be a freshman, and not a junior.
I start to cry, and my heart starts to race.
I feel anxious.
I sob, I whimper, yet I don't shout.
No sound comes out, yet I feel sore.
my throat hurts.
I get up, and walk to the front office.
I don't remember ever having the strength to get up, though.
I tell the lady.
"I'm supposed to be in freshmen class."
She looked at me like I was crazy.
As I go to lunch, something blinds me.
The image of his fangs blind me.
That night, as I sleep, I see fangs as well.
But they aren't Isaac's fangs.
