Cams dead so now what? Read on to find out whats next for this school and its students. Again i do not own any of the charachters, this story is based off the series Degrassi. Please comment and share :)!
Chapter 2
A suicide is something that shocks everyone into a blaring silence. The only sound that can be heard is of the pain wailing for its escape.
Its something no one ever expects, it causes all the fighting and differences to cease. Everyone is united with a mutual loss and grief.
Those who don't have a break down, cling together in clusters of friends with only whispers of 'why?' 'When' or 'I don't understand' escaping.
And in the midst of it all i'm still here, i'm still Cam. I see the tear stricken faces all over, slumped against lockers or keeled over, and it just doesn't make sense. I walk past Mr. Simpsons office and see him, head down with tight fists. I see teachers fleeing from classrooms upon hearing the news, so overwhelmed, eyes filled and knees quaking. Don't they understand I couldn't do it anymore, that it was all too much?
Blond hair bobs across my vision so quickly I almost miss it. My heart quickens as I involuntarily follow her. She weaves through the school as if unseen, as if unaffected by what the day has brought. That thought makes me sad and I now I have no right to feel like that. I should be happy shes okay.
She stops at an empty classroom and lets herself in. I cross the distance so i'm right on her heels, ready to see her face. I almost think shes come here to grieve in private, but when she spins around my heart deflates, because it isn't her. She is physically a perfect match from behind but completely different face to face. She has piercing green eyes, no glasses, and a nose that swoops at the end. I don't recognize this girl, but the worst part is shes seeing me. She looks right into my eyes with the saddest smile anyone can conjure.
"Campbell Saunders?" She phrases it like a question, but we both know she knows exactly who I am, call it intuition.
"Who are you? How can you see me?" Maybe shes dead too, a wicked grin spreads across her face and I can't quite decipher it.
"I am here to tell you why you are still here." It hadn't really occurred to me that I hadn't moved on, I took it as a sign that it was a punishment of some sorts. To watch everyone live even though I never will again, to see the lives I can never again be apart of.
"You may have thought your suicide was all about how you felt, but its so much more than that. You have left such deep scars on those who cared about you. Like your hockey team, especially Dallas, Tory, Tristan, your family, Maya and so many others than you thought." I couldn't help the tremors that seized my hands at the thought of hurting Maya so deeply. I clench my hands together until my knuckles turn white, don't think about it.
"I understand." Sort of.
"You don't understand, you are stuck here so you can see how much pain you have caused. How much suffering." She takes a threatening step forward, her eyes have molded into ice with her fury. She looks at me with disgust and pity before she turns to leave.
"Wait, but who are you?" She stops and turns back slowly as if considering how to respond.
"I am just a messenger." A messenger, what does that me? She looks up and disappears right in front of me as if she was never there, kinda like me. Gone and never to return again.
Hope you are as excited as I am about this story. Since I keep making the chapters so short i'll try and post two a week. Please review and share so I know it doesn't completely suck :)