Seeing the shock on Naomi's face as I came down the hall was haunting to me, I was shocked too, no... I... I can't even describe how I feel. The words, "How are you alive?" came out of her mouth, but no sound came out. Jordan trailed behind me since I called her earlier so I could relay what happened that night, though this was after staying home for a few days. Violet was coming from another hallway, seeing her from what would be the school hallway's intersection, Jordan and I sitting in the middle of Naomi's surprise, and Violet's obnoxious yet still optimistic nature.

"Naomi!" I called out to her, waving her to come over to us, "Jordan and I have to talk to you!" I looked back over to Violet, "Can you wait in the clubroom."

Violet stopped halfway through the hallway before spinning on her heel and turning back.

***

Visible disbelief could be seen on her face as I explained everything, explaining my experience, explaining both my experience and Jordan's... all of it. She couldn't help but believe everything because of what she had seen. I described what I saw, confirming with her that she saw the same thing, and did the same with Jordan once again. We were left in silence after everything was explained. Naomi made a meek expression, "How are you alive though?"

"That, I don't know."

Jordan cut in, "You... how did it feel? They can..." Jordan shook her head, "That means that they can..." I could visibly see her stifle vomit in her throat, before laying her head down on a table that we were surrounding.

I choked up, barely able to speak properly, "It hurt... a lot. It was an unsettling numbness... my arm..." I lifted my sleeve, "How don't even fucking know anymore... I..." I shook my head, "I can't fucking... I can't, I don't really want to remember it."

Naomi sighed, "What do we do about this?"

"Live with it until we find a solution. There's no other way plus... it just seems impossible to do so."

Naomi grit her teeth, squinting, "Hey..."

"What...?" I looked her in the eyes as her face slowly looked directly into my direction, "Will, I always have this with me now?"

"I don't know."

Noami looked back down at the desk in front of her, "Hey... I'll join the club."

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

I was taken aback, to say the least, "Uh... wait. Where did this come from?"

"I think it'd be better to hang around people who know what I'm going through, people who are experiencing similar things."

"Uhh... well... Violet hasn't really... so."

"It's fine..."

I nodded, "Okay... alright," I paused, "We'll set you up with Violet, then."

I still barely understand where the decision came from but it worked for me and I'd already expected that Violet would probably pester me about getting Naomi with us even more than she already had. The question is... how did I manage to get myself surrounded by girls... where are the dudes at. I know this isn't really the right time to be mulling over this but its a genuine question and is important for my integrity - will this be some weird bullshit anime scenario wherein if I accidentally come upon them doing some weird or lewd, they just start beating the shit out of me... or...? I hope not, I hope it isn't a harem situation either -- Like, I know that's an even stupider thought than the one before but I can't help but be worried, not like that would happen in the first place though, at worst they all hate me in the in but... fuck it.

I'm being an idiot, all I'm trying to do is get my mind off of this crazy shit that has been happening recently. The pain still doesn't feel real, I clutch my arms, squeezing my body as hard as I can to try and remember what the pain could've been like but can't even imagine it still, then realizing that it could've been excruciating, I attempt to forget about it as quickly as I remembered. What is this weird bullshit anyway...

What does it even mean when everyone knows I'm not a culprit to... what...? Wait... okay... so. I never actually thought of a proper reason other than evidence showing the contrary but even then that wouldn't be enough to put it on a permanent record and leave it there... it would only be permanent if a student faced the actual repercussions yet I never actually did, I was just ignored by everyone else like the plague but... why do I have a record? That doesn't make sense now that I think about it. Everyone is aware I wasn't the one, evidence showed I wasn't the one but yet again, no one denied that it happened in the first place except for the fact that the accuser denied that it was me afterward, yet she never denied that something happened in the first place... was it. I know it was a ploy, that was obvious enough by their chats but- Goddamnit! I don't know! No matter how much I think, it doesn't make sense! I could ask the girl what really happened but the problem occurs if she flips it on me or if she freaks out, or just outright doesn't tell me. Were parts of it real or was it all just fake, nobody said shit about either, they kinda just forgot.

Jesus, why am I thinking about this now. Maybe it was because of my first interaction with Naomi but... I really don't understand. Everyone is aware yet they have never seen anything to make them support me in any way, so why do they all know? Is there something people haven't told me? Am I being lied to about something or was it absconded in the first place as to not get me involved any further? All that does... if they know me... all that does is make me curious, and if the one guy who's pulling all of this is who I think it is... he should no damn, fucking well that I would find out eventually, so why were...?

Fuck it. I'm done writing for now.