Oliver - Chp, 3

He's dead. The harsh truth was echoing through his mind, scamping from one side of his head to the other, smashing into his skull, until a headache remained. It wouldn't go away, it would stay there till his skull would be torn apart, split in half and the thought could escape. It would chase him (in)to his grave and beyond. This thought would never go away. 1

The book was lying opened in front of him, but the tears filling his eyes prevented him from reading. Angry he threw the book on the ground, as grief took over his mind.2

How could they pretend like nothing happened, when it was all he was thinking about? Why did they expect him to go on and just forget about the past? Why would they even bother if he graduated? 3

It had no use, he wouldn't graduate. He wouldn't pass his exams, he would stay a failure for ever. Not only a failure, but a failure without a best friend or someone to love. And all this was over some stupid pills. 4

He tried to remember how he had gotten into this mess again. That's right! It had been two years before that awful night. Followed by the even more awful morning when their principal had an "announcement" to make. The entire school gathered up together in the auditorium. Ten minutes of chaos, two minutes of silence and then half an hour of cries and whispers. Those fourtytwo minutes I did not shed one tear, did not speak one word. The silent whispers of the other students filled my head, "Oliver, who's that?", "O my god, I can't – sniff – believe it. I think we used to have algerba classes together". 5

He watched people cry who had barely known him, but did not cry. Listened how they spoke words of astonishment and sadness, but did not use his thick, dry tongue to join their conversations.6

Two years before that happened – to be exact, two years, one month and twentyfour days before he died – was when their eyes first met. Dismay, anger, when Oliver entered Mikey's sanity. He had snapped at the boy to leave. Looked furious at the green eyes he got to love so much. 7

He did not leave. He did not snap back, or looked fuming back. He sat down on the ground, using the trunk as a back side. Next to Mikey's legs. He did not talk. He just sat and waited for Mikey to start talking. To make him either leave, or stay. It was like he tried to gain the trust of a horse, by just sitting in its stable. Just sitting there. Not touching the horse, not talking to it. 8

'Wat are you doing here?'