Negative Four Days

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"You look terrible, Oliver." Mason comments. I don't bother responding. The desk in front of me remains empty; it seems no one took the seat. Well, considering the amount of sharpie residue from terrible messages on it, no one would want to sit there. 

"You okay?" 

I bury my head into my arms in the desk.

"Well then, be that way."

A few minutes later, Mason speaks again. "Is it the Corey girl?"

I raise my head.

"It is, isn't it?" He sighs. "I'm sorry. I don't know why you're so upset over her, but she's dead. You can't do anything about it."

"I know." That just makes me feel worse. Yeah, no kidding I can't do anything about it. And I didn't do anything about it earlier either. I'm so stupid.

"Just don't fail."

I bury my head back into my arms. 

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