Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

Mortal Confines

So I'm gonna love you/Like I'm gonna lose you/I'm gonna hold you/Like we're saying goodbye ~ Meghan Trainor, Like I'm Gonna Lose You

Emily's POV

The parcel had been wrapped and sent. So I was stuck in the now deathly-quiet office, with my colleague flirting with me. "So, Emily... Do you want to go on a date?" Jared suddenly asked, smirking. I jolted up straight, before turning to look at him with an incredulous expression on my face. What the hell? No way! Ugh, I'm not ever falling for this air-headed player! "Jared... No," I rejected flatly. "Why? Are you attached?" he asked, frowning a bit. "No, but... But I don't like you like that," I explained. 

"Oh. Okay." Ugh. Eww. No way! I hate... Okay, not HATE but I dislike, Jared! He's a huge flirt and a vapid fool. I'm never going to accept that invitation! You need a life. And I HAVE one. I smiled awkwardly and very slowly scooted away from him. How is he the 'heart-throb' of the office? Small talk makes me sleepy, and no one can talk smaller than HIM. Ugh. Honestly, some women only choose men based on their looks. Disgrace to womanhood, really. You're talking about your friends here. Yeah, well, it's the truth!

I carefully ignored him and feigned a pensive, focused look as I stared at the computer screen. The keyboard clicked and clacked as I typed out the manuscript. I sort of wish I still worked at SCH. I mean, this job WAS more fun than I thought it'd be but... But I miss teaching. And I miss my friends, and the kids. But I can't just quit, I've moved here already! Yes, you can. Just buy a plane ticket and fly home. It's not that simple... I sighed audibly and continued to work. I'm already here. 

Matthew's POV

So my parents sent me here? Ugh! Why did they have to ruin a perfectly fantastic opportunity to just die? Death is a very nice way to just let go. I peered over at the table littered with cards, all made by 9R. They had visited me the day before and I had been 'mothered' over. The kids were nice, of course, but they didn't understand some matters... I reached out a limp hand and caught hold of a black piece of paper, with silver writing inscribed on it. Opening it, I read the contents. 

How wonderful Death can be/With a small action you can be free/From the grasps of mortal confines/From Fate's magnificent, yet cruel designs/Why did sadness have to set in?/When did this pain ever begin?/Should this life be for naught/Since all mankind will eventually rot/Do we live, then soon die/Time passing in the blink of an eye/Will we suffer for these heinous crimes?/I cannot look into further times/If Death were a medicine, I'd be cured/Of the terrible things I have endured.

It was an original poem, proudly depicting the worthlessness of life. I had to agree with half the things written. But who had sent me the card? No name had been left behind, no signature. The handwriting was unusually neat, but it was nothing special. There were millions of people in the world with the same style of handwriting. So who was the person that felt as I felt, and took the time to create this? I studied the silver ink, noting every curl, every dip. 

Emily's POV

It was evening. I could feel the cool breeze, stirring up the leaves on the ground that were turning red and gold. There was no news from Matthew for a while, but Amelia had hinted at certain things happening. Something about a hospital... Is Matthew sick? Oh no... Nah, he's fine. Probably fell down or something. You KNOW that he's kinda crazy sometimes! I smiled inwardly. He could almost rival Arthur. 

Arthur had gone through a vaguely 'goth-punk' phase and was this fabulous sportsman. Matthew was more of a nature-lover, but he had done some absolutely nuts things in his life. Mattie is this bloody enigma, really. I unlocked the door to my flat and deposited Matthew's - I mean, my - bag on my table. The golden rays flared through the small window, greeting me with a warmth that was irreplaceable... Then I promptly smashed my foot on the leg of the small dining table. 

"AWW GOD DAMMIT!" I cursed out loud before collapsing onto the floor. "Fffffff... Argh!" I could feel the pain burning. Reminds ya' of that time you stepped on the tack, huh? I grabbed my toe and gritted my teeth. Yeah... It does... I guess... But DAMN that table! I slowly hobbled to the couch and flopped onto it. The door creaked open, revealing the old landlady, holding a wet, grey coat in her hands. "I thought I heard something?"

Matthew's POV

I tried not to scowl as my parents waved at me. Ugh, why didn't they let me just DIE? Because you're their SON, Matthew. You are worth something. Worth what? Nothing. I studied the poem again, mind suddenly flashing to Emily. Did Emily write this? Oh, but she won't approve of me dying, huh? But... what if she DOES? NO, she won't. She's your friend. I leaned back and watched the door swing closed. 

Leaning over, I grabbed my phone and clicked it on. Not only were there a flood of "GWS!!!" messages, there were a few stern warnings and... Emily. 

Emily Fox: Matthew! What did you do now?

I smiled wanly to myself, before replying.

You: Oh, nothing much. Just... An accident.

I sighed as I sent the lie. I'm like made of lies... So don't lie! Tell her what happened. But I can't. It's a... I have to keep my burdens to myself. I don't want anyone to worry or anyone's pity. But you DO. Don't act tough, you need help. I closed my eyes, trying to stop my thoughts and calm down... But it didn't work. I knew I was in a fix, but... I didn't know how to deal with it. I'm a failure... Didn't Sarah break up with me? She obviously didn't think I could handle her depression... and I can't handle mine either.

A/N: I'm so sorry, I didn't update! I've been banned from Wattpad. My dad is evil... Ciao~!