Mark's POV
The next day was complete torture for me, I wondered how the birds could be singing, how anyone could be happy at a time like this. My mom had told me I could skip school due to the amount of trauma but, I told her I couldn't. My grades were slipping and slowly fading into solid 'F's'. The ride to school was quiet, not a word was spoken between my mother and I or so I had hoped it'd be that way.
Her voice disturbed my thoughts as we drove through the shameless blue sky, "Are you ready for school?" The question seemed forced but demanded an answer, "sure." I muttered, peering through the dew-ridden windows.
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The halls were filled of murmurs of my father's death but, I couldn't stop them. I felt a warm hand grab mine and pull me out of my sorrow. "Mark, are you okay?" The voice softly whispered, making me feel calm for once in a long time. I turned around, looking into Karisma's soft, green eyes, "I'm okay." I muttered, slightly happier.
I took my hand away from hers and padded into my first hour class. Math had never been hard for me but today it has become excessively difficult. I framed my mind on the people who cared about me, trying to get the image of my father dying out of my mind.
It was a gruesome image, terrifying. Of course, nobody, not even Karisma, could see what I saw. I saw him raise the gun to his head, I watched him pull the trigger, I saw my father die. Maybe I was overreacting, but in that moment I wanted to die too, right there right then, I wanted to get rid of the mental agony. But, I couldn't.
I watched as Kristen scurried shyly into class, hoping I wouldn't notice her but, I did. I always notice her. I walked over to her desk, he entire body shook, a frown took over my entire face as I quietly muttered, "I'm not going to hurt you..." She flashed me a look as if she hadn't believed a word I said. 'Kudos to you, Kristen,' I thought, 'I understand.'
"I''m sorry." I voiced, quietly. A second later I felt sharp pain running through my face, she had hit me. My fist clenched then let go, I had deserved it. What had I ever done for her? A growl came from her tiny voice as she began to yell, "I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU'RE 'SORRY'?! YOU THINK THAT'S ENOUGH? YOU HAVE PUT ME THROUGH HELL FOR 10 YEARS AND NOW YOU'RE APOLOGIZING?! I WOULDN'T CARE IF YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY DIED IN A FIRE!" A slight laugh arose from my throat, "what a coincidence."
Her voice shook angrily, "w-what?" I shook my head, she didn't know, she didn't need to know. Slowly, I made my way back to my seat only to see realization spread across her smug face as a girl next to her began to whisper about my father's death to her.
It was too late to hide it, everyone was going to know.
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