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"I owe you an apology." Mitch says to Austin.
"It attacked you, too, didn't it?" Austin asks.
"No. But I don't know what's real anymore. I feel like I'm losing my mind." Mitch says.
Austin takes off he sunglasses to look Mitch in the eyes.
"The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. 'Cause he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. Have you read the Book of Revelation?" Austin asks.
"No."
"In heaven, there's this woman in labor, howling in pain. And there's a...there's a red dragon with seven heads waiting, so he can eat her baby. But the archangel Michael, he hurls the dragon down to Earth. From that moment on, the red dragon hates the woman and declares war on her and all of her children. That's us." Austin explains.
He sighs and looks down at her feet and continues talking to Mitch.
"Uh, yeah, things have gotten pretty weird for me." Austin says.
"Me too. I can't eat. I can't sleep." Mitch says.
"The nights are the worst. I get four hours if I'm lucky. That's only with pills." Austin says.
"What kind of pills?"
Austin then pulls a pill bottle out of his backpack and hands it to Mitch.
Mitch looks at the bottle and up to Austin.
"Can I have one?"
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Mitch decides to take a trip to Westfield High to see the plague they have up for the massacre victim in 1994 and talk to the teacher who survived after being shot.
He looks around the bookshelves just thinking about what those kids went through that day many years earlier.
The teacher notices Mitch just wandering and looking around.
He turns his wheelchair around and makes his way towards Mitch.
"They were over by the sofa." He says.
Mitch turns around and looks at him.
"There used to be a row of tables. I get four or five of you sickos a year. Usually freshmen. What are you, a transfer?" The teacher asks.
Mitch just stands there looking at him trying not to make eye contact.
'You're that teacher. You're, like, a hero." Mitch says.
"Now you know what heroes look like." He says and wheels past Mitch.
"Wait. I'm sorry. I'm not like those other kids. I know Scott. I mean, I know his mom. We moved next door to her." Mitch says.
The teacher then turns around and looks at him to see what he has to say.
"Did you know him? Before he did this?" Mitch asks.
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