Ms Jones rushes to the back of the class. Mikayla was suffering from a seizure attack. She gets whenever she's under alot of stress or pain.Could I be the cause of her pain?

"Call the ambulance!" the voice of ms Jones echoed through the whole school. Within minutes the classroom was filled up and surrounded by other students. I guess they just couldn't mind their own business.

Wait a minute.

Each time I feel a certain way, something bad always happens. I feel like my very existence is a like magnet, attracting all sorts of negativity.

Someone must have called the ambulance, because minutes later, I could hear their sirens echoing down the street.

Mikayla lost her mother two years ago so all she has left is her father.
Mikayla hardly speaks about him. Only once, when she mentioned how her father got shot in the head. That too, before she was born.

A few minutes later..

Two paramedics walk through the door. That too with a muscular, middle aged man. He was bald, no mustache but a average sized beard. He also had an eye patch.

"Is my daughter going to be okay?" said the tall man, slowly growing a little impatient.

Thats when he sees me. He approaches me. He pulls me closer. Looks me in the eyes and says:

"Jason????"

I fall back, fear strikes its way into me. A worried look, quickly turns into a stare filled with anger. It was as though he wanted to beat the living shit out of me. But for what reason? What exactly have I done wrong?

He did however mention my father's name though. Could he perhaps know my father?

"Excuse me sir, but do you perhaps a man named Jason?" i needed to know.

"I knew a Jason long before your time kid, your face reminded me of him. You look exactly like the fucker who shot me in the damn head" I could tell that this man was getting really pissed off by the sight of my face.

"Sir we need to get her to the hospital, as soon as possible. This could be fatal if we don't hurry." Said one of the paramedic workers.

They raise Mikayla up, gently putting her onto a stretcher. They rush her to the nearest hospital.

For the rest of the school day, I spent most of the time day dreaming. Thinking about what just happened.

On my way home, I kept thinking about it. No I wasn't scared, don't get me wrong. I was just very curious. I needed to speak with my parents about this guy. Especially about their old friend Dillion. Mikayla's dad reminded me so much, of what my parents had spoken to me about.

Finally I arrive at home. I enter the house, heading to my parents room. However, my parents were out cold sleeping.

My mother turns into my direction, still asleep. I lay a kiss onto her forehead and leave the room. I head upstairs towards my room. I place my bag onto the floor, removing my school clothing. Thats when I get a glimpse of a stationary car outside our house. Upon further inspection, I see Mikayla sitting perfectly fine in the passenger seat, while speaking to her father in the driver seat. They see me , they drive off.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Are they stalking me? Was this a fucking joke? Was this her plan, of making me look like some dumb fuck again? I was so pissed.

So pissed I started hitting at anything my arms could swing at. My aggression must have woken my parents up since my mother rushed into my room.

"Son, what the hell is going on here?"

"You remember Mikayla right? Well just a few minutes ago, Mikayla and her father were parked right outside, staring into my window."

"Do you perhaps know the number plate?"

"Yes actually. Its CAA-345-586."

"Oh fuck!!" uttering those words, my mother falls to the floor."

"Jason!!!! I think we got a problem!"

This was the very first time I saw my mother with fear in her eyes. Her hands and body started shaking. Her voice disappeared. This scared me....

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