Khai




Forty three days had passed.

Forty three days since Harry's disappearance. But only thirty six had gone by since Mark Styles' special visit to my house. My mother had gotten the police involved as she pressed charges against Mr. Styles for breaking and entering and assault.

Sitting in a court room while the judge look sternly yet sympathetic at you was not my ideal way of spending a Saturday, but, it had to be done. And as my mother won the case, and hugs were shared among friends and family, I sat there blankly. What were they so happy about? I was still so drained... So heartbroken. I was empty and they were rejoicing.

My mother started dating. A forty year old psychology teacher at the high school half a mile from Shadow Hills. They met at some pharmacy and instantly clicked. I don't know what lured my mother into him. Maybe it was his dull blue eyes or how he stood at a towering six feet. He was very annoying and my mother made him full aware of the situation going on in my life. Saying "this isn't the real Khai, James. She's just a little broken up a bit now." Then in which, he would enter my room where he would try to shrink me with words I've read in my psychology book last year and strew reliving methods that wouldn't help a soul...Either way, my mother was happy.

Amongst all that has happened, it seemed perpetually difficult for me to show the slightest bit of emotion. Though it must've been obvious that the smile I was so often displaying was fake, no one seemed to notice... Or they just didn't want to comment on it. I went along my days as usual. I would go to school, eat lunch with Violet and meet up with Blue every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday to do whatever he had in mind. I was so happy, so filled with joy on the outside. But the emotions whirling through my mind caused my insides to clench, drying up and whitening away like flowers in the winter. It was like hurricane Katrina. It was the costliest natural disaster, as well as one of the five deadliest hurricanes, in the history of the United States. Much too similar to my feelings and what I feel inside.

I've progressed, though. I've summoned all the strength I have to return to school a weeks prior to the senior meeting about graduation, the final ball and exams. That's when it became all too much for me to hide my feelings behind my phenotype. The thought of Harry missing all this... The stress of exams, the anxiousness of results and the exhilarating feeling of hearing his name being called to receive his diploma crushed me. But what even broke me more, was that I would never be able to experience anything remotely close to those feelings with him ever again. Why? Because I didn't know where he was. He left. Without a trace.

My face grimaced in sadness and I felt a soft hand press to my shoulder. I look to the side to see Violet sending my a sympathetic smile. But I didn't want that. I didn't want her fucking hand on me reassuring me that shit will be okay. They won't. Things will never be the same.

And as I run out the auditorium, choking on my sobs and ignoring the many voices calling my name... That's the only thing that is in my mind.

Things will never be the same.

Things will never be the same.

Things will never be the same.

Notes

Hiiii guyssssss (: My exams are almost done, which means regular updates will begin very soon! Just three more to go!!!!! Tell me what you think about this chapter. Any guesses as to what will happen? Leave nose assumptions down in the comment section.

Xxx -Ireland