Chapter 14:
Kaitlyn stared at her friends, "It wasn't Brendon who sent me home?"
"No! Oh, god, how many times do we have to tell you this? It was us who brought you home. You're so drunk that you don't remember?!" Tiffany frowned. "Brendon wasn't even there at the party yesterday. He's sick and only Raye turned up!"
"No, wait. I'm pretty sure-"
"Could you be dreaming?" Sunny commented.
It could be, but Kaitlyn was very sure that Brendon had faded away right in front of her eyes, literally faded away. It was originally his arms and legs and soon, he just totally disappeared into thin air. Was she really drunk?
"Good morning," Raye greeted the girls.
"Brendon?" Kaitlyn wanted to make sure of this herself.
"He's still quite sick, from yesterday."
No, it can't be, Kaitlyn remembered everything vividly, it couldn't be her dreams, could it? The images of her first nightmare remains in her mind, the dream of Nadine, the fading away, what's happening to her?
"Get back to your seats, Sunny and Tiffany," the world's most annoying English-literature teacher entered the classroom at the wrong timing.
Tiffany rolled her eyes, "Yes, sir."
Kaitlyn spent the rest of the English-literature class to think while her other classmates were busy taking down notes. "Ms. Swift, would you stop dreaming about your prince on a white horse and answer my question?"
"Pardon me, sir?" Kaitlyn asked politely.
Howard sighed, "What are the two most famous works of William Shakespeare?"
"Romeo and Juliet, and… and…" Kaitlyn racked her brains and looked around the class.
"Hamlet." Raye mouthed.
"Hamlet?"
"Yes, correct. Such an easy question took you long enough to answer, Ms. Swift, I would be glad if you could take out your notebook at least?" Howard frowned.
Kaitlyn glared at him and lifted her notebook on the table, "I have it on my table, sir." Kaitlyn exclaimed with obvious irritation in her voice. The teacher jeered at Kaitlyn and went back to his teachings. Kaitlyn stared at the clock above the board, "I wish that would just drop on his head." Kaitlyn mumbled jokingly.
Kaitlyn felt a strong wind that seemed to push her backwards. The clock above Howard's head shook violently and dropped directly above the teacher's head. The class, even Kaitlyn, gasped in shock. A loud sound was heard when the clock came in contact with Howard's head. The clock and Howard fell onto the ground at the same time, blood flowed down Howard's head and the class was in complete chaos. Girls running around, screaming, guys yelling, the noise is giving Kaitlyn a great headache.
"It's just a coincidence, isn't it?" Kaitlyn told herself, as her fingers trembled. She was only joking; she didn't really mean the clock to really drop on his head.
After Howard was admitted to the hospital, the class was given self-study period for the rest of the day. Kaitlyn could not concentrate on anything she's doing; the clock really did fall on his head after she said it.
"For once, I really pitied that teacher." Tiffany and Sunny came over to Kaitlyn's table as usual. Sunny nodded in agreement. "Kaitlyn, what's wrong? You look damn pale. Oh god, what happened?"
"I feel sick." Kaitlyn thought up of an excuse and she's not really lying. She DOES feel sick.
"Would you like to take early leave? Not like we're going to have any lessons after this." Kaitlyn nodded.
Kaitlyn limped to the sick bay and lay on the hard mattress, "Rest here, we'll go get your stuffs and bring you home."
Kaitlyn mumbled a soft thanks. When she reached home, Klaus was there. "You're home unexpectedly early." He exclaimed as he grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge.
"I feel sick." Kaitlyn told him and retreated back to her home. She stumbled towards her bed and hugged the photo of her mom. She hadn't done that for a very long time, but she couldn't take it this time. "Mom," Kaitlyn cried her eyes out. "What is this happening? I'm scared."
A soft knock was heard, and followed by Aunt Pamela's voice, "Kaitlyn, are you alright? Klaus said you had taken early leave because you're not feeling well."
"I'm alright," Kaitlyn sniffed, wiping the tears off her cheeks.
"Kaitlyn, you mind if I come in?" Aunt Pamela creak opened a small part of the door, but Kaitlyn do not want her aunt to see her crying.
"Aunt Pamela," She paused, "Can you please leave me alone?"
There was a long silence before Kaitlyn heard her aunt's footstep leaving the area. Kaitlyn could feel a prick on her conscience but she needed to be alone. "Sorry, Aunt Pamela." Kaitlyn murmured and slammed herself on the bed and drifted off to sleep.