Feel (Kellic)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

We part ways near the school and I sneak in carefully, making sure that everything is put back in order so nobody notices a thing out of place. That takes me a little bit, but I manage to make it look at least near perfect.

The halls are empty, because everyone is in class. I'm not too worried about my grades. I skip classes so much, and yet my grades still manage to be between 90% and 100%. I've gotten the occasional 85% and once, just once, a 74%, but never have I ever gotten lower than that. So I'm not worried.

What I am worried about though is the teachers and Dr. Nicholls taking too much notice and starting to think that it's more than what it is. Sure, I'm messed up, but we all are. Everyone is insane.
So there's no point if they get their panties tied into a knot. I'm not dead.

Though I know someone who is.

It still makes me uncomfortable to think about. Just moments ago I was talking to a boy who died not too long ago, and I didn't mind it that much. Normally I hate talking to people, let alone dead people! What is happening to me lately? Nothing is making sense anymore.

Am I crazy?

I must be. That's the conclusion I've come to. I can't be not crazy, because to be not crazy you can't see or talk to ghosts, which I am doing. So that officially puts me into the 'crazy' section and not the 'not crazy' section.

Honestly though, why don't they just tell you if you're going to be crazy or not? I don't like this at all. I mean, nobody likes to know things like this, of course, but everyone needs a good, healthy dose of complaining. It's my medication.

If I don't figure out what the hell is wrong with me and with Vic, I think I will truly go insane. Bring out the straight jackets, boys! Ha ha ha ha...

Oh dear lord, shoot me now.

I feel like one of those crazy gay boys in those weird ass fanfictions teenaged girls read. I need to breathe, I need to calm down. All of this stressing out, it isn't going to get me anywhere. I just need to not think about the dead guy and my apparent insanity.

I take a deep breath and continue sneaking around the hallways, trying very hard not to flip out. Dead people. Dead. People. Talking to me. I have had enough death screwing me up, I don't need more.

Breathe.

These hallways seem to go on forever. All I want is to get into my dorm room and try (and fail) to sleep away these thoughts that are crashing around in my head. I never wanted any of this.

Nobody ever wants bad things to happen to them, however weird and strange they are. Nobody ever wants it. They may pray and pray that they'll be safe from all the bad things in the world, yet that's still not enough. The bad things will happen, no matter how hard you try to keep them away. Bad things always happen to good people.

Am I a good person?

Personally, I don't think so. Maybe somebody else may think I'm one of the good guys, but judging by the way I act most of the time, it's hard for me to believe. I'm not a good person. I try to believe I'm an okay person. But I'm not good.

I'm almost to my dorm room when somebody grabs my sleeve and pulls me into their room. They shut the door and I whirl around in surprise, ready to get angry, when I see who it is. Frank is standing there with his arms crossed, frowning.

"What's going on?" I ask him, confused.

"What's going on? Well let me tell you." Frankie begins to pace, and then he stops. He's obviously very agitated. "You're skipping almost all your classes, you've been acting stranger than usual-"