On Mondays

Fifth

Yesterday, or should I say last week? I passed out after what Connor told me. I tried to not believe him but when I thought about it later that day, I didn't find any more sensible reason why I just appeared in front of my school, I'm living in an ugly apartment on my which is illegal for a teenager my age, I get into trouble for skipping school when I am so sure that I go to school everyday and worst of all, I feel like I don't exsist.

I went grocery shopping and job searching yesterday after school. No luck with the job search.

I avoided Connor and tried to get more information about Alfie. I honestly didn't know why I was avoiding Connor. After I passed out yesterday, the nurse told me that Connor carried me to the clinic and skipped all his classes waiting for me. Maybe my heart disappeared with my life because I just walked right past him and told him not to follow me.

I had a right to be mad.

He went right on to stalk my life off the internet or national records or whatever he did just because he couldn't wait for me to tell him myself. Which I was going to do eventually. Well, I didn't know anything to tell him but he could have asked for permission. Who does that

At that point, I was sitting in my room drawing Alfie's eyes. It was all I seemed to do eveytime I got a pencil and paper.

I decided to stop going to school altogether. The teachers are getting too curious and if they try to check my records and find out I have none, that might be a problem.

"That's nice," Connor said and I looked up at him and smiled.

"Thanks," I said.

Wait. Connor?

I looked up again to check that I wasn't dreaming.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted at him, suddenly scurrying for my duvet. I was only wearing my underwear and a tank top.

"You weren't at school," he said, not moving an inch. My attention turned to the door when someone else entered my room. Liam.

"What is he doing here?" I asked, referring to Liam who just casually sat at the other end of my bed.

"My ride," Connor answered.

"Good morning to you too cranky pants," Liam said. I glared at him.

"Are you alright?" Connor asked me.

"Super. I mean, what else? I just recently found out that I may or may not still be alive," I answered, going back to my drawing.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure how to break the news to you," he said. "Mara, please talk to me."

"Why do you care? We aren't even friends," I said.

"I want us to be friends. I care about you and I want to help you."

I dropped my pencil and sighed, running my hands through my wavy black hair.

"I don't remember anything. When I close my eyes to sleep, I never dream, never have nightmares, never breathe or have the urge to" I said. "I don't know what is happening to me. I don't know why this is happening to me," my voice started to shake. "What if it's a curse? What if it never stops? What if I'm dead? What if I don't exsist? What if I'm just your imaginary friend"

I felt a tear start to trickle down. Don't tears in the tear gland finish? Before it fell, Connor's hands touched my cheeks and his thumb wiped it away.

"We will get through this, Mara," Connor said. "We'll get through thiis together."

"What if I suddenly disappear and never come back again," I whispered. His face was now inches apart from mine.

"Shh. Don't ever think of that," Connor said.

"That's all I think of," I admitted.

"Hey, Romeo, we've got basketball practise," Liam said to Connor, who stood up.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"Sure," Liam answered.

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