Chapter 3
The explosion that caused the collapse was proven to have been because of natural causes. There was a serious pipe crack, which much natural gas was seeping out of, and it was assumed that somebody had lit a cigarette to set it off. It was completely accidental, though some refused to believe that.
Twenty-seven people were killed in the collapse, and Marco had been one of them. There were only fourteen survivors, four of which were severely injured. The other ten had escaped without a scrape on their skin, but with minds that were permanently damaged. Some were concerned about their witnessing such terror, while others were more worried about Genevieve.
She was scared for her sanity, and she was scared for her social status. She had a freak breakdown, and with May and Andrea being there to see it, she was sure that now, that would be what all of her classmates would think of her. Seeing her brother, her friends, and even herself die right before her eyes seriously affected her as well. Gen thought she was going to lose her mind. After watching Seb get crushed, and seeing his dead body, would she have ever been able to look at him the same way?
Everyone was curious about what Gen experienced, and everybody wanted their answers.
"How'd you do it?"
"I don't know."
"Have you always been able to see the future?"
"I don't know."
"Are you like, psychic?"
"I don't know?"
"Psychic?" Andrea hooted. "Psychic? Are you kidding me? She did it. This is her fault. It has to be."
"Jesus, shit head, they already told us it was natural causes," Katarine groaned, picking at her fingernails.
Andrea practically twitched. "Can you please not use the lord's name in vain?"
Andrea and Katarine went on bickering at each other, but Genevieve didn't bother listening to them. Her mind was wandering. Every time she looked at one of the other survivors surrounding her and blinked, she'd see their corpses in that parking lot so clearly. So. Fucking. Clearly.
"Genevieve," Courtney whispered, noticing more tears brewing in Gen's eyes, "can I speak with you for a moment?"
Genevieve accepted and left the room with the friendly store clerk. Courtney knew that Gen was scared and gave her her phone number in case if she ever needed someone to talk to. Gen appreciated Courtney's help, but nothing could make what happened any better. She knew that the entire experience impacted her for good, and she had an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her that this wasn't the end of this…whatever it was. Whatever this was-it wasn't over yet.