They say that dead men tell no tales, only the living get to breathe and experience what it's like to feel alive. As I drag my feet into school, I ponder over those words and realize that my worst fear is actually a reality. I feel like a dead man walking.
I had a sinking feeling in my gut, but I ignored it. I tried to be positive, I really did, but how much hope is one person supposed to have till you realize that everything is crumbling before your eyes?
''Where were you?'' I slam my locker shut and take deep breaths. I have zero fucks to give today.
''I don't know what you're talking about, Theo.'' The morning bell is yet to ring and students are still filing into the double doors. I'm early today, no surprise there, and life is seemingly back to normal.
Like nothing ever happened.
''Would you at least face me, please?'' I sigh. ''Can't really have a conversation with your back.''
