"I hate all of you!" Nora's voice filled the ground, I didn't know how she did it. "We hate you too!" some cheerleader giggled, finding that amusing. It hit me like a missile. We are her monsters, we shouldn't be here. She doesn't have any friends, who would save her? No one can and she knows it and somehow, I feel like she's the monster. This is her plan, to show us what have become of her because of the every dose of torment she's getting. "We have to stop her!" I was shaking, my hand gripped Dylan's hand. "Jump!" someone from behind me shouted and it was Ally. It was Ally who started the chant, it was her that made Nora's life a living hell by starting a rumour that she have herpes. "Stop!" I shouted, my eyes blurring from the tears that were spilling. No, I don't want to be a part of this, I don't want her to die. As selfish as it sounds, I don't want us to be the monster. "Stop it!" Sloanned shrieked, the teachers and the authorities were shouting with us now but they didn't stop. "Jump!" Tristan guffawed and Nora smiled. "Jump!" She was crying, smiling but crying. "Jump!" She raised her middle fingers. "Jump!" She winked at my direction, and I was glad that she directed it at Ally who was now gaping at her. "Jump!" And she did, she jumped.
Then everything went quiet. Her body was limply resting on the floor. Her limbs twisted in odd directions, blood poured from the dent of her skull. "Are you happy now?!" I suddenly shouted, my legs were shaking but I somehow managed to prod Tristan on the chest. I heard a scoff that said yes and I simply just can't take it anymore. "She's dead and it's your fault. She's dead and you're alive! You can still go to the Prom and she can't, you can still attend classes and she can't because she's dead." Silence fell over the students, the only noise that can be heard was the authorities from behind us. Tristan fidgeted, horror etched upon his once brave face; his sneer falling. "She's done nothing but to stay clear of your way and still somehow, you still have this excuse to fuck her life and now she's gone and she's not coming back." "Why do you care?" Ally hissed and despite her stony face, there was guilt in her brain. I turned to her, but I didn't trust myself to advance towards her. "She was once alive! Nora Jones used to laugh silently when Mr. Flich crack a lame joke. She used to save us all from pop quizzes when she answers a question for all of us, she used to sit in the far corner of the cafeteria alone and watch us. Now she's gone and somehow I would trade all of your souls just to get her back!" "Shut up," Tristan gulped, staring at me. "I bet you didn't know that she has a mother that loves her so much, her mother works every day and night just to pay for her school and her father never came back to them! She's the only one that keeps her mother sane and now she's gone." "Her mother would receive a call that she's dead instead of welcoming her daughter back. She would never watch Nora graduate, she would never see Nora grow up and it's all your fault. And I think it's unfair to have someone like her die and someone like you to live," I spat, not even surprised that I knew everything about her. I whirled around as they carried Nora away, a ball of light following her. When it passed me by, all of the negativity in my life flashed in my brain. I was wrong all the time. She wasn't anti-social, her monster kept her away from us. Somehow, her mosnter found a way to make something positive, negative. Terry's eyes lingered on her body, following the ambulance until it was no longer visible.
"Let's go Berry," Sloanne said, dragging Matthew with him. "It's Terry," he muttered and followed us. We walked out of the school. "We weren't dismissed yet," Terry pointed out. "If you wanted to go back and listen to people not giving a single flying fuck to her death then be my guest," Sloanne snapped, her eyes wild and bloodshot. "Calm down," Dylan hushed and lead us to a coffee shop. We orderd croissants and lattes, and in no longer than a minute, we were eating and sipping at the very far corner of the shop. The smell of coffee and fresh bread momentarily helped me compose myself. My friends were still in shock, their thoughts flowed from Nora's lively face to her body bathing in blood. "I don't want to talk about it," Matthew warned, his food untouched. He was deathly pale and the thought of him jumping off a building wasn't leaving his mind. "Let's talk about Terry, then," Dylan smiled weakly, patting Matthew on the back. He was the most unaffected by any means of physical expression but his thoughts were jumbled. Terry smiled feebly and started talking, and I can't help but think that he was doing it not for our sake but his'. From his face I can see the he was delighted to take his mind off of what he saw. We learned that he's from North Carolina, his dad works in a travellig agency and was promoted in our town so they were forced to move out. Her mother is a writer that writes about fiction and they live pretty much a couple of blocks from where Sloanne lives and I still can't hear his thoughts. That fact scared me, some part of me was hopeful that maybe he's like me. But so far, he hasn't shown any signs that he can read our thoughts. "My sister died─" he peered towards us, wanting to know if we wanted to hear him out. "Should I?" Sloanne glanced at Matthew who glanced at Dylan who glanced at me. "Do you trust us?" I mumbled, stirring the long forgotten latte on my lap. "Yes." "Then go on, Larry," Sloanne nodded and leaned on the table. "It's Terry. Anyway, her name is Phoebe. She killed herself during winter─" he sighed and bit his lips. "You don't have tell us," Matthew nudged him but he kept going anyway. "She was 17 when she did it─" he scratched his neck, looking anywhere but us, "Sometimes I blame myself. She was just one room away from me and I did nothing to stop her." "It's not your fault. You didn't knew," Dylan shook his head. Terry stared at me and for a second, I thought he was gonna snap, "I- I know." "How?" I muttered, tearing my eyes away from him. He hesitated but answered anyway.
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He hesitated but answered anyway, "She cries every night and I can hear her and I didn't asked her if she was okay or if something was up." No one said a word, we let silence drown us. Terry was tapping his foot on the cold marble floor. We didn't know what to say. "Tell me something about her," I mumbled. "What?" "She likes knowing people," Dylan explained. "She likes to go shopping." "Something deep, something personal," I insisted. He stared at me, his jade eyes softening, "She had a boyfriend─" "She loved him with all of her life, she was crazy about him." "Is he the reason why she─" I dragged my sentence out, hoping that he'll know what was my point. "They broke-up since last year and I honestly don't know," he replied, shrugging. "Your mum, she's dead isn't she?" I grimaced, "Your biological mum, I mean." "How─" he squinted at me, the others giving me confused looks. "She─ your mum died because of your dad. They were having trouble and your dad shoot your mum in front of your sister." I panted, "Your sister died because of hatred. Someone was eating her up and it wasn't guilt or sadness, it was something else." "What are you on about?" Sloanne frowned, edging her seat away from me. Then I was out of the trance, "What?" "You─ you just. How did you know?" Terry dropped his cup, it was left shattered on the floor. "I didn't mean to. I don't know what I said─" then I stood up, everyone in the shop were looking at me and I just ran away. Dylan's voice just a mere hum on the background. I ran away, down the streets, through alleys and on the park. My legs were ready to give up on me. "Avory!" I whipped my head and found Terry. Hair messed up, his shirt untucked and he was panting. "How?" I backed away from him, my eyes wearily studying his quivering form. Then his eyes went wide with alarm and before he could scream, something hard hit me. Falling on the ground, everything was so vividly slow. The lights were dimmer, the sounds were deeper. Before I blacked out, the last thing I saw was Terry's face.