Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 25- Time Is Near

~THE NEXT MORNING~

 “Good morning, Nicole.” I say as I walk into the kitchen holding Shane’s hand. She’s sitting on one of the barstools with her head buried in a textbook on psychology. I think she’s asleep. “NICOLE!” I yell.

 “WHAT?” she screams, sitting up so abruptly. She knocks over her mug of coffee as she throws her textbook. It spills all over the counter.

 “Tired?” Shane asks her, grabbing a towel to soak up the mess.

 “I’ve been up all night studying for this stupid ass test. I’ve gotten two hours of sleep and I’m still not done with the textbook. Last week of school and I might just fail my first year of college.”

 “When is the test?” he asks her, picking up the textbook off the floor.

 “At noon.”

 “It’s only 8:30. Go to sleep.”

 “But—”

 “Go. To. Sleep. Cramming information will be useless if you’re running on zero energy. Go to sleep and I’ll wake you up at 11:30 so you can go. Don’t study anymore. You have all the information you need, you just need so sleep so your brain can function properly to use the info.”

 “Damn, Joey. When did your boyfriend become my conscience?” she asks me as she walks back to her room.

 “Wait.” Shane says. “Leave the book.”

 “Fine.” She sighs, handing Shane the textbook before walking away.

 “Wait.” I stop her.

 “What now? I just want to sleep.” She whines.

 “Are you going to tell mom about what happened last night?”

 “Why would I do that? You had my back when I was in the same situation a couple years ago so I got yours.”

 “Thank you so much, Nicole.”

 “No problem, little bro, but listen up.” She says, pointing her finger at us. “If I hear anymore nasty ass sex noises, I will cut both of your dicks off. Got it?” we both just nod our head as she stares us down. I know she’s serious.

 Great day to start off the first Monday morning of summer

 ~

 “Shane? Are you in there?” I ask, knocking on the bathroom door. I hear slight mumbling and it sounds like him. He’s been missing since we at breakfast this morning.

 It’s three in the afternoon.

 There’s no response. I twist the doorknob and open the door to a scene that I would never expect in a million years.

 Shane is in a fetal position on the ground, rocking back and forth. I look up at the mirror and nearly pass out. It says “Time is near” in big letters and it’s written in blood.

 “Tempus enim prope est. Praeparant ad finem” Shane keeps whispering those same unknown words over and over again. What is he saying? It sounds like Latin.

 “Shane?” I slowly walk towards him with worry shaking my entire frame. I have no idea what the hell is going on but I’m not sure if I even want to know.

 Oh my god.

 A pool of blood is leaking down to my feet and it’s coming from Shane. I rush over to him to find the source of the scarlet liquid and find a dagger sticking out of his stomach.

 “Shane…”

 No response. No more chanting. He’s not even breathing anymore.

 He’s dead.