Light filled the room. I then thoroughly rolled over and crashed to the floor.

I looked to the bed. I had forgotten that we all three had decided to sleep in the same bed. My mother had decided that it would be safer for my brother and I to do this and I was in full agreement. My brother, who hadn't been there for pretty much everything, disagreed.

I opened the curtains and immediately grimaced. There were absolutely no signs of the storm. The sky was an amazing blue meshed with some brown (courtesy of pollution), the sun blazing away. In my opinion, I hated it. The world, once again, had seemingly forgotten that there was a boy haunting us.

I reached for my phone. I silently cursed as I remembered that I had left it somewhere in the house in the previous night's haste. I would have to bare the risk and just go fetch it. I took one last longing look at my mother and brother.

My walk from the room to the living room was one of considerably less anxiety. Less heart-racing and more numbness. Somewhere deep in me I knew I was done with everything. Everything.

My feet moved on their own. I didn't realize I was in the living room already. My eyes barely noticed the dead roses lying everywhere nor the clear black hand print on the sliding door (now closed). No, instead I just moved and grabbed my phone, not even noticing that the candles that I had taken out had somehow burnt away into a hardened puddle.

My phone flashed ten a.m. Damn, if that was a normal day then I probably would've been at school already. I'd be sitting in Biology or something. Or maybe it would be the first of the breaks. I was struggling to remember whether school started at seven or nine those days.

The time flashed away, a whatsapp video call replacing it. I looked at it for a good minute before realizing what was actually happening. My friends were calling.

Instinctively I slid the green icon before realizing that I probably didn't look my greatest.

Kete's voice pierced through first. "Oh thank goodness! You're still alive."

I just stared. "Yeah, I'm still here."

"Where the hell have you been?! " Tshepang yelled.

"We've been worried sick all night!" Connor quickly added.

"All night?" I said, confused. Then I remembered. "Oh...How was your medium thingie?"

Unathi rubbed her face before freezing. Then all of her sudden she was back. "It was, well, what do you expect? Summarized, Zake has it out for all of us. For different reasons. Each one of us..."

The group grew silent.

"What?" I asked. "What about us? Why did you say it like that?"

Connor turned away from the camera, seemingly furious. Tshepang answered. "Well he seems quite adamant at getting one of us in particular...You."

A sudden quick image of him standing behind my mother flashed in my mind. "Whoa, whoa whoa. What exactly did she say?"

"Something about 'jealousy, anger, hatred' blah blah blah." Connor answered angrily. "And that you'd be hurt the most."

I stared at him. His kidding, right? But my little doubt was confirmed as I moved to each person's face. Caleb, Kete, Tshepang, Unathi and Connor. Each sad, exhausted, resentful and angry.

You know where I stand. I was shocked and angry that I was being treated on the same level as these guys when I was his girlfriend. Yet now I was getting what I wanted. Separation. I was being placed on top. Just in the place I least expected. His hit list.

I suddenly realized something. "Where's Shay?"