I'm trapped in a cage inside my mind. My mind was exhausted and all I can feel is pain. I have no emotion. White noise takes over my hearing and blurriness my vision. I slowly open my eyes and view the burning hall. The fire had spread to the school buildings and everything in sight was burning. I couldn't find North's body. I push myself up to sit. I groan in pain and feel my arm either being broken or sprained.
As my head goes straight, blood runs over my right eye. I take my shirt and rub it off my face. I rip a piece of material off and put pressure on the wound of my head. As my hearing comes back, I start to hear police sirens and firetrucks approaching. As I try to stand up, a man in uniform grabs me on the shoulder and another helps me by pulling me up by my hand.
A woman covers me in a blanket and tries to warm me up. "What happened here?" I look at the hall of fire. "Revenge." She looks at me with a weird look. I turn my face to her and gaze into her eyes. "I'm tired. Can you please call my mom to come and get me?" She nods her head and ask for her number. A police officer approaches me and quietly stands next to me.
Her eyes follow the firefighters putting out the fire. "Is it okay if you can please answer some questions?" I bite my lip and nod. I follow her to an ambulance. I take a seat at the edge of the ambulance. The officer takes out a notepad and clicks her pen.
"What's your name, young man?" I look at her pen. "Noah. Noah Miller." She writes my name down and looks back up. "What exactly happened her tonight, Noah?" A flashback of Brooke pointing a gun at me and shooting Kylie, Seth and North comes and goes.
"There was this girl. Her name was Brooke. She had a gun and pointed it at me." I stop and hesitate for a minute. I don't know if I should tell her that I'm connected to her. "For no reason. She started yelling and shot 3 people. One of them was my date." A tear drops out of my eye and I quickly wipe it away. "She was so sweet and funny. I can't believe she's gone." I look back up to the officer and I can see her pity in her eyes. "Anyway, Brooke said she was standing on one place for a reason. Underneath her one foot was a button. She stepped off of it and the hall exploded. Next thing I know , I was passed out and on the other side of the road. Right there." I was pointing direction and she clicked her pen and put away her notebook.
She took a seat right next to me and looked at me with her sad eyes. "You know, I once had someone I cared for. My husband, actually. We were so happy together. The both of us were on the police force. One day we caught a criminal but then he shot him. He died in the hospital during surgery." I stutter a bit. "I'm so sorry." She shakes her head. "It's okay. What I'm trying to say is that shit happens to the people you love. Even to you. And you're date sounded pretty important to you." I nod my head. "She was. She didn't deserve to die. No one in that hall did. This is all my fault." I put my hands in my hair and look down at my feet. "Hey. Don't ever do that." I look at her. "What?" "Don't ever blame yourself for something you did not do. That is the worst thing to do. It changes you." I look at the wise woman. "What's going to happen now?" She looks at the building and sigh out loud. "I have no idea. But what I know is that I'm going to drive you home. Come on." She stands up from the seat and I obey. She gets in one of the police cars and I slowly open the door. I get in and fasten my seat belt.
The whole car ride was silent. The radio was on but the volume was down a bit. The air conditioning was giving me chills and I could see my house up ahead. The woman stops the car and gets out. I take of my seatbelt and open the door. I get out and shut the door. My mom is already waiting on the porch. "O my God, baby are you okay!" She gives me a hug. "I'm fine." I walk into the house and go upstairs to my room. I shut the door closed and rip of my tie. I turn the shower on and get in with my bloody suit. I stare at the blood coming off my clothes and drop down to the ground. My hands are in my hair and tears evolve as I think back about North. How was it even possible that Brooke was my family? I have so many questions and I know for a fact that I won't get answers.
When I finally stop thinking, the whole bathroom was steamed up. I took of my suit and took a quick shower. When I was finished, I wiped some steam off the mirror and just stared. All the shit I've been through has led me here. But why?
I change my clothes and go downstairs. Without even waiting for a minute, I interrupt my mom who is on the phone with her boyfriend. "We need to move. Please." My mom looks at me. "Hey, Toby? I'll call you later, okay? Okay, bye." She puts her phone on the table. "What do you mean? I know you have been through a lot, but we can't just pack everything up and go. Besides I booked you a therapy session with Dr.Wallis." What the hell? "No, I'm fine. I don't need therapy. Please, cancel it." She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I'm just doing what I think is best for you."
"Yeah, and what's that? Forcing me to do something I don't want to? Yeah, whatever." I turn around and rush back to my bedroom. I jump on my bed and lay still. Looking up at the ceiling made me wonder... Why do people die? I know it's part of life, but why? I don't have my while life planned out like other people but I want to live.
My tears come back and my eyes start to close from exhaustion. Is this how my life is going to be like from now on? Crying myself to sleep? The fan on the ceiling is the only sound I can hear when my eyes only see darkness. The sound starts to fade away as I fall asleep. I never thought that I would have to go through this.
It's hard.
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How I See It
Mistero / ThrillerTeenage boy, Noah, had his life all planned out. Well, at least that's what he thought. Everything that happened before he graduated, was NOT expected. After one incident, another happens. Life just can't get any worse for him, can it?
