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Death was like a vacuum, it sucked everything up and left her with nothing more.
She kept walking, her blue eyes settling on the school down the road. The town was small, small enough that her family was distrusted within the first few days of moving here. A new start was not possible. But thankfully not all teens listened to their parents and grandparents. Whatever they said, she was not a thief and neither were her parents or Alex. They were just a family, not some haywire cult.
All Hayley could do was keep her head down and keep walking. One foot in front of the other. She relied heavily on her friends for emotional support. They seemed to be the only constant things in life anymore.
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He hated it here. He'd told his parents he didn't want to move to this backwater little hole. He told them he felt uncomfortable. But they didn't listen. Kathrin had tried to tell him it was alright. She'd sit next to him after school, and listen to him about his day, then give him words of encouragement about finding friends and learning to love his new home. But she was full of shit. She was as miserable as he was; and that was why she killed herself. The thought of Kathrin - his best and closest friend - abandoning him like this, so suddenly, made Alexander angry. He kicked the rock with fury. Fortunately, he didn't hit Hayley, but the rock did go skidding for quite some distance with quite a lot of momentum.
"It's okay boy, I'm fine."
Ten minuets later Mic was walking down the road, headphones jammed in her ears in an attempt to drown out all the voices. Not all the ghosts could be seen. Some were only voices, some only outlines. All varied. None were the same. But the voices...the voices were slowly driving her insane. But then, only Ian knew that.
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His ice blue eyes looked around him, looking for one of his friends to walk with. He didn't care who, just someone. He craved company. Finding no one, he sighed. Haley and Alex lived in a much different part of town, of course they wouldn't be around. And neither would any of the others. Except maybe Mikki. But she needed her space at times too, she didn't always seek him out. And that was fine with him. Maybe he just needed some time to himself. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and continued walking, his head down. How would they all get back to the way things used to be without Kathrin?
Just not at this particular moment.
The dream she had had the night Kathryn had died flashed through her head like a silent movie. She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut trying to block it all out.
When she reopened her eyes, she saw Ian walking ahead of her. With the first grin to light her face sine the incident, Mic pulled the headphones out of her ears and ran up to him, noticing how glum he looked. She wasn't surprised. Everyone was gloomy lately.
"Hey."
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Michaline sighed. "Yeah, me too. She hasn't answered any of my texts the past few days. Can't say I blame her, though. I wouldn't want to talk to anyone either."
Unbidden, Kathryn's face and the shadowy outline of someone else ran through her mind again. Mic stopped walking, her eyes downcast to the concrete below her feet.
"Do you think Kathryn really commited suicide?"
She hadn't brought up her dream or what she thought really happened that night with anyone. She wondered how Ian would respond.
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But something made Kathrin stop. She was apprehensive. What if showing herself to Mic made everything worse? Her siblings and friends had all been ruined by her death. Unable to feel anything, she drifted along behind Michaline and Ian. Her mind made up, she drifted closer, whispering in her pink-haired friends' ear,
"I didn't commit suicide...it was something, someone else." She made sure to keep herself hidden, so that Mic could only hear her. She didn't know enough about her murderer to let Michaline see her just yet, even if she did miss her and everyone else terribly. She felt so alone, and longed to be with them, like it was before she had died.
But she couldn't go back. She could never go back to the way things were. All she could do now was hope the could solve the mystery of her death, and she could then rest in peace.
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Drinking some more of his water he didn't know where he was, he just kept walking and never looked back. He just didn't understand how she passed, who would want to see her dead, who? He would never hurt a human nor even a fly, it just made him even more sad. Things don't just happen for no reason.
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Since Kathryn's death, her drawings had become increasingly violent, gory, and just plain morbid. Currently, she was busy shading in the last shadows of a drawing of a human spine. Anatomy had become particularly interesting to her recently. The way the body moved and held together was phenomenal.
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He'd never really made friends here at this school. Any acquaintances he'd made had disappeared once Kathryn died. Alexander no longer felt like having anything to do with them. They were probably scared of him too. He very nearly got suspended for shoving a kid into a locker for daring to comment about Kathryn's suicide. After that, no one really said anything to him anymore. And that was just as well. Alexander understood enough to know what the older kids and adults were saying about Kathryn's suicide, and it hurt him to think of his beloved sister and the way people talked about her. He wanted nothing to do with them. He never did anyway. He only put up with them because Kathryn asked him to. But she wasn't here anymore, so why should he?
As he walked into his middle school, Alexander spotted a colorful ad the student council had put up for a 7th/8th grade school dance. He tore the flier off the wall, ripped it in half, and stomped on it. It sickened him to see how anyone could be happy, while the one person who never failed to make him happy was lost and gone forever.
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