Jiyol jolts awake in the middle of class.
He calls into question his sanity.
Then the bell rings, and he heads out of class.
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aeyyyla: lonch?
freedumbfighter: no i'm still in class
aeyyyla: ya but im hungety
aeyyyla: hungery
freedumbfighter: why would you correct yourself if you're just going to spell it wrong the second time on purpose
aeyyyla: ding ding ding great observation 25 dollars to the guy with no fashion sense
freedumbfighter: wait I just got a heavy sense of déjà vu
aeyyyla: mfw ive been in this place before higher on the streets
aeyyyla: just tell me when ur out im mf starving
freedumbfighter: ok
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12:03pm, 31/10/20xx
Aeila Garrison stands outside a classroom door, and it would be easy to mistake her for a teacher given her height, if it weren't for her hoodie, (probably dyed) blue hair, and floral dress, which no sane teacher would wear to school.
Moments later, a school bell rings, and she turns around in a half hopeful expression, while Jiyol Myers, a petite, almost to the point of scrawny, young man with unnatural, purple hair strolls out of the classroom as if taking a leisurely stroll. He wears a white button-up shirt with an orange tie, navy blue pants and black sneakers. He puts on his orange headphones and looks in the general direction of the canteen. The two lock eyes and Jiyol feels something is wrong, wrong, wrong.
“Real morbid, Jiyol. What the hell kind of TV have you been watching?” Jiyol asks himself.
The two walk to the canteen, and the feeling of something being off just doesn’t fade.
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Then they get food, and Aeila pips up with “Hey, I'm coming over late-"
"I know."
“…how? Maybe you’re a wizard, J-“
“Nope.”
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3:34pm, 31/10/20xx
Makai has walked up to Jiyol yet agai-
No.
Makai has walked up to Jiyol for the first time today.
“What’s up?” Jiyol brings himself to ask politely, but he knows what’s coming nex
“Uh, I was gonna go out for a movie. Doctor Strange just came out. Wanna tag?”
“Nah, sorry, I’m kinda busy. You all have fun, though.”
“…you all? What do you mean?”
“With Tarah and K-“
Jiyol shouldn’t have known that.
“-arin.”
He pretends that he probably just heard about it somewhere else in school, and plays it off smoothly. (Or at least, he tries to.)
(It works, to a certain extent. Or at least, it does what it’s supposed to, and Makai doesn’t catch on.) “Thanks!” He strides away.
“All a dream,” Jiyol tells himself, “all a dream.”
Jiyol convinces himself.
…right?
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aeyyyla
aeyyyla: whats the haps
freedumbfighter: It’s nothing
freedumbfighter: I told you, it’s just illness.
Aeyyyla: w o w full sentence structure and a full stop? That Sure Convinced Me
aeyyyla: you’ve been so weird today wtf
freedumbfighter: ok right fine
aeyyyla: so whats up
freedumbfighter: nothing its just uh
freedumbfighter: a nightmare
aeyyyla: about what
aeyyyla: Tell me come on come on
aeyyyla: comeoncomeoncomeon
aeyyyla: comeon
freedumbfighter: you wouldn’t want to hear it trust me
aeyyyla: try me
aeyyyla: comeon
aeyyyla: comeon
aeyyyla: comeon
aeyyyla: comeon
aeyyyla: comeon
freedumbfighter: bitch stop spamming i'll tell you
freedumbfighter: you die
aeyyyla: FUCKHIGENG WHAT THIS ISN'T DARK SOULS YOU CAN'T JUST SAY "YOU DIE"
freedumbfighter: its exactly how it sounds
freedumbfighter: ill tell you the rest tomorrow
aeyyyla: WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU CANT JUST DROP A BOMB ON ME AND
aeyyyla: LEAVE
aeyyyla: COME THE FUCK BACK ON I NEED TO LEARN
aeyyyla: QHAT IF ITS SOME FINAL DESTINATIONS HIT
aeyyyla: I cn at believe I m I to di;;’e l ik;.e tnh sis
freedumbfighter: are you. Actually crytyping
freedumbfighter: no I see you typing don’t answer that question was rhetorical
freedumbfighter: besides, its probably not like hit or miss or anything what are you chicken
aeyyyla: YEAH TELL THAT TO ME TOMORROW
aeyyyla: OH WAIT NO YOU CANT
aeyyyla: BECAUSE I’LL BE FUCKING D E A DI
freedumbfighter: oh so you're not chicken you're the entire thanksgiving turkey
aeyyyla: YOU BITCH?????
freedumbfighter: I’ll tell you about it tomorrow just calm down jfc
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3:42pm, 31/10/20xx
Sakie appears, as usual.
They go home, as usual.
Jiyol knows something’s wrong, no shit. It doesn’t take a genius to think that something’s incredibly wrong here. But how is he supposed to tell someone else that he can see the future without somehow sounding like a lunatic?
The answer is simple.
He doesn’t.
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6:52pm, 31/10/20xx
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We Don't Talk About The “We Don't Talk” Club
aeyyyla: mfw left keys at school
aeyyyla: whoneedstogohomeanyway.jpg
discarded: That sucks
itssakienotsuckie: More importantly, Karin...
itssakienotsuckie: Aren't you all at the movies?
magay: so im going to be late because of who i am as a person but im rushing there i swear
marstars: its okkk we decided to book a later timing for the movie!!
diskarded: Roaming around the shopping mall for now.
diskarded: At the magic shop
marstars: woah cool!!! o(^w^)o
aeyyyla: so its not cool when I act like a furry but when SHe doesit
freedumbfighter: well yeah I don’t wanna see your owo shit fuck out of my face
aeyyyla: ok then
marstars: @diskarded I’m on my way there
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8:14pm, 31/10/20xx
Aeila jumps off the sofa.
“Well, I left my keys in school, so I guess I’ll have to get back there before I go back home!”
“I’ll go get them for you.”
“Ah, it’s fine, really-“
“I forgot my homework.”
“…Alright. I’ll wait here, then.”
“Not even a thanks?”
“I’ll say that after you get my keys.”
Jiyol heads out of the door, and Aeila is left on the sofa.
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Half an hour later, she hears something in the distance. It’s not very distinct, but-
“BANG!”
Never mind, that sounded bad.
It doesn’t help that there’s the same noise for 5 more times. What kind of neighbor is this shit?
She walks out of the house, intending to throw hands with whatever trashy person was making this noise.
“That’s not a person.”
She notices smoke coming from a distance away.
Her ringtone starts to slowly take form, as does the pit in her stomach. She answers the call.
"Hey, dipshit, what's taking so long!?"
The yelling was unintentional.
"N-no time for this. Listen, I'm literally in a life-or-death situation here."
“…uh?”
“Alright, here’s the deal. I, uh. You ever watched Groundhog Day?”
“Yeah, what’s that got to do with you taking your time?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the explosion.”
Aeila decides to act like she knows nothing, just to see where this goes.
“What explosion?”
“No, fuck you, this isn’t the time. I know you heard it because I did yesterd- today- no, that doesn’t matter.”
“Stop muttering and tell me what’s going on, Jiyol, or god help me-“
“I’m going to die. I’m… actually going to die. God, this feels surreal.”
She knows. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she knows.
“…that was why you asked me to stay, wasn’t it?”
Jiyol’s crying. He fears death. Who doesn’t? Who wouldn’t be scared of being crushed and having their bones broken, or being stuck in a fire while they melt away into oblivion? It’s not rocket fucking science. He’s scared.
But he’s not going to show it. Not here.
“Goodbye.”
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Aeila Garrison scrambles over to the school as quickly as she can.
It doesn't matter. She's too late, she realises, as she notices Jiyol being carried out on a stretcher.
"Fuck."
She runs over to his unconscious body as a sheet is placed over him. He's dead.
He's… dead…
She silently weeps beside him, as she hears a whisper in the wind. Five minutes.
She doesn't care. She stays beside him.
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12:03pm, 31/10/20xx
Aeila Garrison stands outside a classroom door, and it takes her a moment to realise.
Ah. She's been here before.