Summer Before Her (Completed)

29- Things We Keep Alive

Novak's POV

Mr.Cyr walked up to us as we sat in biology, waiting for the lesson to begin.

"Very well done, This is the work I expect out of students like you" he declared with a smile as a placed the marked file on my desk.

Kirsten extended her hand to grab it at the speed of light, she was a little too eager, "Let me see what we got" she said, flipping at the pages as Mr.Cyr walked away.

"98.5%, Oh my god we did it" she exclaimed a little too loudly, launching herself at me. I managed to barely catch before she landed in my lap. The last time she hugged me like this was when I moved, I missed this, I would love more of this, please give us more projects MrCyr.

A few seconds later, she had detached her body from mine and was sitting on her desk flipping pages, soaking in the pride of her hard work, She really did work hard, and reminded me a lot of my mother. They would have loved each other.

"Mr. Bennani, We are not studying anatomy today, I would like you to pay attention to botany" Mr. Cyr called out. Everyone's attention was brought to us, Kirsten hid behind her hair and I met back all of their stares with a smug smirk in defiance.

"Okay Class, so we were talking about how Xylem consists of parenchyma cell and tracher..........." He continued, calling everyone attention back to him.

"Pssst... Here" Kirsten whispered, passing me a slip of paper. I unfolded the slip to see that it said:

"To the guy who called me creepy for staring, from the girl who was stared at"

I scribbled a giant 'What' over it and passed it back, I wasn't staring, I was looking at the project.

Soon the class came to an end and we parted ways, she didn't leave without saying "see you at lunch" in her nauseously cheery voice that I had come to adore.

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On my way to the cafeteria, I bumped into someone and without realizing who it was, I mumbled an apology and walked ahead, only to be pulled back and hear a deafening crack and thunk. I am pretty sure that was my head, as my body registered something cold beneath it.

I had momentarily become disoriented so I couldn't make much of what was happening around me, there was a lot of screaming and people.

When my vision cleared and the everything around me came into focus, I found a very angry Fred seemingly screaming at me as he repeatedly kicked me in my ribs. My head was numb. What was happening? Why were they so many people? Why couldn't I get up?

And then the part of my brain which processes sound kicked in, and I could hear Fred repeatedly calling me choice words as he accused me of 'stealing' Kirsten. The crowd was buzzing with names and gossip. What was happening?

Kirsten came pushing through the crowd as she yelled at Fred to stop who paid her no heed, I could hear the conflict and desperation in her voice as she pleaded him to stop.

"What are all of you Assholes doing? Stop him" she screamed at his football buddies who silently onlooked. "Stop him please" she begged, her voice cracking, tears flowing down her face.

In the next few seconds, they kicked into action, holding him back and the assault stopped. The continuous stimulating pain from it also stopped, letting my brain ease into darkness.
The last thing I heard was "Nova, Baby, Are you okay? Nov......"

I was engulfed in the sea of darkness, I could hear the din of their voices, I could feel cold hands on my body. Is this what dying felt like? Would I be buried next to mama? No, She was in Newyork. Will Kirsten visit me? I wish I kissed her that day. I wish I apologized and made up with Father.

Oh.

The regrets are settling in, I was definitely dead. Kudos Fred, I knew you were crazy. Am I going to heaven?

I could feel my body being moved, the sweet melody of Kirsten's voice still floating around. They were probably taking me to the morgue.
Was She upset? Will she tell Seth about all this? Oh fuck, Rent's due. Hey, I am dead. I should not be worrying about living people stuff.

More voices, more cold things and Oh and engine. So I was still on my trip to the Morgue. Will my Father come to my funeral? What kind of funeral did I want? Arab Muslim style or American Christian style? Ah, they decide, can't speak now. I should silently enjoy the car ride.

We were disembarking the car, I could feel being placed on wheels, perhaps one of those stretchers they do post mortem on.

But Hey, I am feeling too much to have a post mortem done, I should tell them to stop. I then tried opening my eyes and effortlessly failed.

Will I forever be able to think like this? This is not cool, I will get bored in the grave with all this thinking. Please undead me someone.

More voices, Conversation, still the melody of Kirsten's voice lingering in the air. Is she going to come to say her goodbyes? Oh lord, Can I not hear this?

It's okay to be dead, I will at least be with mama soon, I tried to console myself.

After a length of time, a measurement I couldn't perceive, the voices were no longer a din and I could make out words.

Whats this superpower now? I had read something about the dead can hear the living but I didn't imagine it would be this clear.

The unrecognised voices spoke in medical jargon that I couldn't quite make sense of, "He is one lucky man, he was so close to a type IV" They said.

What's type four? Are they going to harvest my organs and is type four my blood type? Oh no, I will be able to hear my organs squish around, this is so not cool.

"Mmhm.. Have you spoken to the family, yet?" a female voice piped in.

"There are a few teenagers, probably his friends, no family around perhaps" the deep voice responded.

Oh, did they need family consent to donate my organs? Thankgod for not showing up, Dad.

The next thing I heard was footsteps and the door clicked shut. I was once again locked into the silence with my brain spewing every thought it possibly could.

I guess this is how my story ends.

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End of Chapter 29

A/N: please don't kill me. Pls.

Elle