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At Death's Door
Çhäptēr Thréé
O.T POV.
The bell for closing went off and things starts piling up, the principal had sent for Julie, Eric's Dad had come picked him up and Linda left after receiving a phone call so I went to Jordan's place alone.
Walking along the sidewalks I noticed the streets were less busy, the sun lashing out his anger upon the Earth, my head bent down and hands buried in the pockets of my trouser and uniform untucked, my one handed contemporary schoolbag hanged lose on my right shoulder while walking I thought of what had happened to Jordan, it wasn't making any sense he was well positioned when cutting the plate, I aren't good in maths but from my calculations when the cutting stone pulled off it should have aimed for his shoulder not his throat.
I sighed while crossing I saw him, his skin had gone paled, lifeless eyes staring at me bringing back the fear, the guilt reminding me of my past mistake his face stained with blood I became numbed I didn't feel a thing, didn't hear a thing.
"Hey!" a man drags me off the road just in time as a streetcar sped by.
"You crazy kid? You almost killed yourself, what the hell are you thinking standing in the middle of the road?" He scolds me before, leaving though I wasn't planning on killing myself but someone or something wants me dead.
I reached home and heads straight up to my room, threw my schoolbag on the neatly dressed bed, graped my phone and log into my account, my fingers typing earnestly on the keyboard then I stopped maybe I was just seeing things, my head must've been playing tricks on me perhaps it's cause of what had...
O.T POV.
The bell for closing went off and things starts piling up, the principal had sent for Julie, Eric's Dad had come picked him up and Linda left after receiving a phone call so I went to Jordan's place alone.
Walking along the sidewalks I noticed the streets were less busy, the sun lashing out his anger upon the Earth, my head bent down and hands buried in the pockets of my trouser and uniform untucked, my one handed contemporary schoolbag hanged lose on my right shoulder while walking I thought of what had happened to Jordan, it wasn't making any sense he was well positioned when cutting the plate, I aren't good in maths but from my calculations when the cutting stone pulled off it should have aimed for his shoulder not his throat.
I sighed while crossing I saw him, his skin had gone paled, lifeless eyes staring at me bringing back the fear, the guilt reminding me of my past mistake his face stained with blood I became numbed I didn't feel a thing, didn't hear a thing.
"Hey!" a man drags me off the road just in time as a streetcar sped by.
"You crazy kid? You almost killed yourself, what the hell are you thinking standing in the middle of the road?" He scolds me before, leaving though I wasn't planning on killing myself but someone or something wants me dead.
I reached home and heads straight up to my room, threw my schoolbag on the neatly dressed bed, graped my phone and log into my account, my fingers typing earnestly on the keyboard then I stopped maybe I was just seeing things, my head must've been playing tricks on me perhaps it's cause of what had...
