After the police, and the
reporters had come and gone, and after all the shocked, terrified and crying
students had been sent home, I went to my office.
Bobby and Ashtyn tried to
come with me, but I stopped them at my office door.
I just needed a moment to
myself.
In a short period of time
I had become connected to Sebastian.
We shared something.
He had opened up to
me.
I couldn’t save him.
When I closed the door I
didn’t bother to turn the lights on.
The tears came fast and
furious. I was on my knees sobbing,
clutching at my dress, ripping at the fabric.
No ghost had killed
Sebastian.
He had done it himself,
but someone, or some thing had pushed him to that.
When I was able to
control myself I stood, flipping on the office lights.
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