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June's salvation
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The pounding of the rain against my window doesn’t faze me from my unrelenting gaze. The crackle of lightning and seconds later, the thunder. He once told me that meant that the storm was as close as the time in seconds of the thunder after the flash.
Yes, he was a smart boy…
I can’t stop my mind from showing me his face after a minute of thinking of him. He’s smiling… Then the image dims away.
I hardly notice the water falling from my face onto the windowsill. I blink as the tears cloud my vision. The pounding of the rain seems to get harder.
I hear a knock at the door to my room and I run under the comfort of my bed. Katrina, my mother, walks in. It looks like she is about to cry too as well as the boy behind her. She looks around and notices me under the bed. She looks even more depressed and is trying to keep back the tears.
“June,… you aren’t falling back into….” the lightning drowns out her words.
She walks out of the room with the boy in toe. I watch Osamu turn back to look at me one more time, his blue hair covering his eyes. “June, I… He wasn’t meant too…” he can’t even come up with a full sentence and wouldn’t dare say his name.
Osamu walks out and closes the door. I recede more under my bed. “Why…”
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I think back to what happened…
He was only 15. I was only 14. A moment in time brought us together and another split us up. He was poisoned, and yet had never realized it. Just the day before, he was her boyfriend at the prom. He even kissed her for the first time.
And the next day, he was gone. Died in the hospital, it was a poison never been discovered before that. She of course, there was no antidote. Jodi made me pass out so I wouldn’t see him die as the doctors desperately tried to keep his fever down and his heart from stopping from pure shock. He was having a seizure when he finally died, is what I was told.
I was asleep the whole time…. I never got a chance to maybe save him or just tell him that I loved him too.
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I get out from under my bed and look to the top bunk of the nearby bunk bed in the corner of the room. His pillow still has his head indention and I still smell his sweet smell. Almost like violets.
The rain is still going outside. I walk up to look out the window. Its so dark, I can’t make out anything… A single lamppost is on.
“He died…” I finally I’m able to say.
From the realization, I slam my hand on the windowsill and start to scream, like a hellfire banshee. I dig my fingers into my scalp, feeling the warm liquid coming out of the wounds. But I stop, when I see something next to the lamppost.
A figure of about my height, except a bit taller. I dare to look closer and even open up my window and stick my head out into the freezing rain to get a better look.
My heart almost stops.
“Ken!! Its Ken! He’s not dead!!!!” I scream, but as I blink, he is gone. It was my imagination…
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I finally realize now, that Ken isn’t coming back. I can only do one thing to be with him now. Join him. I’m no longer sad, I will be with him in only a few hours. And everyone else will be too! I will just take a gun to my friends and then myself!
My psychology book would call this, homicide/suicide.
But, I call it my salvation…
