Surprise! I'm not dead. Yet.

I guess I should explain my side of the story. I'm not sure it's on par with what the others went through nor Kete but it's my thing so I guess everyone should shut up.

(Disclaimer: the group will be angry when they read this.)

After break

My bio teacher, Mrs Lindeque, called me after class ended. Anathi, my friend who had picked up my mood, looked at me strangely, but kept walking.

I wasn't in the mood for this. My feelings of dismay had slowly transformed into fear and anger fueled this. Everybody seemed to have it easy. Okay, Shay definitely had a easy as well as Kete as you saw in the last chapter but even the people who did suffer (Unathi, Caleb, Connor) had it easier. My torture had started the moment he disappeared.

I wondered why he wasn't messaging me, where or what he could be doing. I tried phoning. The next morning my heart got torn out that my boyfriend had gone missing, simply faded from existence. The sadness, grief, anger disbelief, denial was immense. And yet it only continued.

The next thing came the acceptance that he was, indeed, dead. It was hard to accept the fact that that little hope I had was now simply desperation. Not only that but hearing how everyone had had experiences. It made a person wonder why. Why wasn't anything happening to me? Why were all these horrible things happen to others and not me?

I got my answer when we met for those two meetings. And judging by how the sky looked through the class windows, it had seemed that my boyfriend had saved the best for last.

"I heard what happened. I'm so sorry for your loss." Mrs Lindeque apologized, a sympathetic smile probably behind her mask. My anger boiled, from what I don't know. "Your mother called the school privately to let you know she's here to pick you up."

"Pick me up?" My anger quickly disappeared and I remembered the telephone call she had received five minutes before the bell had rang.

She nodded. She hesitated and then. "Take care out there, Toni. I don't need to tell you that it's dangerous out there."

I walked out noticing that the slight drizzle had starting coming down heavier. I contemplated telling or messaging my friends but in that moment a sense of spite made me do neither.

I waited until the corridors had cleared. Even though half the school was here, it was still somehow full.

My mom was anxiously sitting in her car. It was serious when I could see it while I was coming towards the car from the behind.

When I got in the first thing I heard was, "What has your boyfriend been up to?"

No hi, hello. Nada. Yet I couldn't get mad because I didn't understand the question. "What?"

"Excuse me."

"What?" I asked again.

"Not what. Excuse me." She repeated.

"Are you serious?" I deadpanned. "Excuse me?"

"What has your boyfriend been up to Toni?" My mother demanded.

"Look, I wouldn't have said what or excuse me so many times if I had understood the question the first time." I carefully explained. When my mother was like this, anything could set her off. "Besides, his gone. You know this."

"No he isn't. I just saw him." My mother countered. I stared at her.

"What?" I suddenly felt lightheaded, gripping the door. "That's not possible. That's not possible."

"He stopped by the house with some flowers. Apologized for everything he had caused and, after I yelled at him for putting you through this, left." My mother continued, seemingly unfazed by my condition.

The word left rang out. I later on pieced the sentence together because when it happened I didn't actually hear it. The faintness worsened and the world started to fade as I slowly, torturously lost consciousness. I watched as my mom faded and was replaced by him.