Finally Seen

Finally Seen-Part 25

Chapter Twenty Five

(Jonah)

I must have looked like crap when I got home after the incident with Mary, because everyone noticed. The minute I walked through the door, Daisy said I looked like I had seen a ghost. Little did she know I did. I just told everyone I wasn't feeling well, then went upstairs. I really needed to be alone, them. and now it was Monday morning, and I still didn't want to talk to anybody, but if I missed school, people would start to get suspicious and I wasn't ready to talk yet, if I ever would be.

"How are you feeling today?" Mom asked once she came into my room.

"Better." I lied. I was just as shocked and confused as before.

"You still look a bit pale." she said and felt my forehead. "Do you want to take some medicine?"

"No, it's fine." She had no medicine in the house that could help me right now.

"Okay, call me if you start feeling sick again." she probably didn't believe me when I said I was fine. Not that I blamed her, I didn't look fine and I sure wasn't acting fine. "You've been locked in this room all weekend, some sun would do you good."

Since the incident, I only left my room to use the bathroom. I couldn't bring myself to really talk to someone. I could be going insane for all I knew, I wasn't ready to let people know. I stayed alone and barely answered any messages. It worried people, but the truth would sorry them more.

One thing I did do while in solitude, was research. I wasn't an expert on psychological problems, but one thing I did know, was that schizophrenia was known to cause hallucinations and delusions and it often gets presented when one is a young adult. I didn't bother looking up the different types of delusion, I knew they could range anywhere from believing you're being followed by the government, to being abducted by aliens. What I did want to know, were the other symptoms. Maybe I had been experiencing them but hadn't noticed. The problem was, aside from the obvious, I had no other symptoms listed. Disorganized thinking and speech, social withdrawal, loss of judgement and motivation. I wasn't experiencing any of that. I had been acting the same as always as far as I could tell and if I couldn't tell, everyone else would have been able to. As far as I could tell, my mental state was perfectly fine.

I did research other things besides mental illness. Ghost, death, after life. It didn't make sense for ghost to be real. But it also wouldn't make sense for me not to look at every possible explanation and at least try to see the logic behind it. Unfortunately, that trail didn't lead anywhere either. Just to other peoples "encounters" which were nothing like mine.

Now I was off to school, to pretend everything was the same. Hopefully I could manage.

"Well I'm glad to see you're not dead." Milo said once he and Natalie found me at my locker.

I wasn't dead, but someone else might be. 'What do you mean?" I asked nonchalantly. I didn't want either of them to suspect anything.

"You've been off the grid since Friday." Nat said. "We've been worried."

"Sorry, I've been sick."

"Must have been bad for you to completely disappear." Milo said. "I was very surprised that you never asked me how everything was going."

I was confused as to what he meant, until I remembered that his parents were splitting up. I had been so distracted I hadn't had time to think about that.

"Sorry." Hopefully they were convinced I was just to sick to ask. "But how is everything? Are you back at your house yet?"

"No. I talked to Mom and Dad, but I think it's better that I stay at my grandparents for a while." he said. "I'm still hoping everything blows over soon. Ridiculous right?"