Think Again

"I can't do it."

Chapter 7: "I can't do it."

"How could you pull the plug and let me flatline."

Monday

7:15 am

I peeled open a banana, eating it after as I leaned over the counter and watched the sun rise further within every minute. I two strapped by backpack and put in my earphones, scrolling through my music library. I put on a song that wasn’t all fast beat, yet not too slow, Cheating by John Newman. I walked over and knocked twice on my mom’s bedroom door to inform her that I was leaving.

“I’m leaving now, love you.” She mumbled back a “Mhm”.

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I didn’t know what I did wrong but Chris was totally ignoring me for the whole day! Was it because I sort of lied about my job? I mean, I was nearly raped, shouldn’t he be taking care of me? I don’t know, not letting me out of his sight? I tried to catch his eye, but he’d just look away and laugh with his friends as if my absence didn’t bother him as much as it bothered me. And that, hurt like a lil’ bitch. Because I actually liked Chris, in some sort of way.

 

During Science, I was feeling way too rock bottom to listen about molecules any further so I requested to go to the loo.

“Teacher, may I go to the toilet?” I raised my hand, the whole class went quiet in a blink and everyone turn to look at me. When normal kids asked, no one would give a shit, really. It was like a loser can’t go to the toilet.

She nodded, handing me the hallway pass.

“You have five minutes tops.” She informed me, but I didn’t feel like rushing back in five minute’s time. So I held my stomach as if in pain.

“Um, I might be longer than that, I have a bad tummy ache.” The whole class laughed, like that wasn’t normal. It was really judgemental and messed up, if you ask me.

The teacher looked at me weird but I didn’t really have time to explain further so I just left.

As soon as I walked out the classroom, my phone vibrated in my pocket. My hopes shot up as high as the building in Dubai, as I hoped it might be from him. I dug out my phone and my heart dropped when I saw it wasn’t him.

It was Ken.

Sighing, I opened up the text.

Analiese! Guess who’s picking you up today? That’s right, your coolest brother ever! Stay safe for me, okay? I won’t be late, love you.

I laughed. If there was something my brother could do, besides holding us up, was to make me laugh when I felt like utter bullshit.

In no time, I was over thinking again. I started tearing up down the hall. I ran to my locker, opening it up then sticking my head in. Sobbing rather loudly as it was out of my control, the locker echoed my heavy breaths.

“Ana?” I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I gasped in shock, someone had caught me crying with my head pushed in a locker. I wiped my face furiously with the sleeves of my button-up. Then looked behind me. It was Mike..

“Hey... what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He reached his hand out, taking a step closer to me. I stepped back, resulting in me  slamming my back against the lockers.