Novels by lola12033

Blake Johnson died on September 1st at exactly midnight. The doctors said it was the 'heart attack'.Belinda Johnson hadn't completed the Bible.When I woke up a few hours later in the same hospital where he died, I was arrested. Not for murder, which was the weightiest of my offences but for breaking and entering a psychiatric hospital and releasing a high profile patient. The memory of me being held in the questioning room at the police station was a blur, and I barely remembered any of the questions the hook-nosed lawyer my mom had hired had asked concerning the footage of me breaking into the ward.They had fired my mom.The lawyer had managed to get me off with only a major fine but that was only because he had everyone convinced that Blake's death was the cause of my trauma. However, I wasn't going through any trauma, just telling anyone that would listen the whole story."I killed

The EMTs had arrived, wheeling Blake away on a stretcher as we all stood in a crowd around them, the light party mood had instantly evaporated when I ran back to the school yelling my head off in panic.The ambulance had arrived in minutes and had to pry off my hands from Blake's motionless body. I kept shaking him, hoping to God or whoever was up there that he would move and say something back to me. Anything.One of EMTs had bent over him when they arrived, looking over at me where I was currently sitting on the dirty field floor where they had dropped me onto after pulling me away from him. "He's having a heart attack," he had told his partner before they started their necessary procedures of transporting him.By the time they had left, sirens blaring loud, I was still on the floor shaking and sobbing, simultaneously. The worst part of it all was that I could feel that strange, foreign feeling fluttering in my chest that in

Day 31.Everything had been leading up to this day.When I started this mission, I didn't think my feelings would get in the way of what I had to do but now staring at the number 1 on the back of my hand, I realized I couldn't do it. I was ready to die, I had failed and had gotten myself into this mess myself. On this my last day, I refused to be scared as I stared up at the school, the venue of the Halloween dance with the courage of the condemned.I was doomed and I knew it, coming here this evening was my own form of a closure, a goodbye. I jammed my hands into the back of my jean pocket and released a breath which blew the wisps of hair away from my face.Here goes nothing, I thought as I entered the building. The dance, like almost all of our dances was taking place in the gym and even before getting in there, I had already seen all arrays of outfits on the other students. Some that recognized me sta

Day 27.It was Sunday. Yet another Sunday and here I was still feeling completely lethargic and uninterested in doing a thing. Only this time, instead of lazing about in my room, I was in the living room watching Telemundo with my mom.I was lying on her laps, wearing three quartered faded jeans and tank as we watched the excuse of a TV soap. I yawned, using the back of my palm to close my mouth and seeing the 4 that was disheartening but I had accepted seeing it that way. I rubbed my eyes, sleepily, I had been up writing in The Devil's Bible again, that book held more of my attention than any school note had ever done.Writing in it had become an addiction."Mom," I yawned and she grunted in reply, not tearing her eyes off the TV. Her other hand went to the bowl of popcorn and she fisted it into her mouth with a few of it dropping on my face. "I hate to say it but this show is shit."

There was a little problem with picking another girl with your girlfriend and it was the sitting arrangement. Now, I didn't really mind staying at the backseat of the black SUV but then Amanda insisted on giving me the passenger seat because she was dropping first. It was the sensible idea but it felt somehow to me.I had then suggested we both stay there together but then Darren said he wasn't agreeing with that idea, he didn't want us making him the driver. So after a lot of awkwardness and the wind lifting my skirt up multiple times for Darren's view, I took passenger's seat while Amanda settled in the back and Darren started the car.I breathed in the warm air of the heater warming up the car and sighed."Bummer this rain, isn't it?" Darren started, casually as he got onto the main road. The rain had finally started just as we had gotten into the car and it was currently coming down heavily. Very heavily. The wipers on the

Day 26.I knew the game scheduled for today would be cancelled, I knew because it had been cancelled a month ago, when time was normal and yet, I still came today.Why?Because I needed some sense of normalcy, something to remind me that I wasn't really dying in five days, that there was hope. It was farfetched but it was my own measure of happiness. So, when Vice Principal Wilson announced that the game was postponed over the howling wind, I was quite indifferent. The rain, I had recalled was very heavy and I had gotten a ride from one of the other cheerleaders home, Molly had come with and stayed over for a sleepover.I doubted if I wanted Molly to come home with me.This rain was quite odd at this period but odder things have happened and at this point, it'd take a lot of surprise me. Quite a lot. I walked side by side with Molly as the crowd at the stands began to disperse immediately, hea