Too Late: Day 2

Word Count: 12,012

Summary of Events:

After practise Callan got talking with one of his teammates about the autograph signing and learned that his teammate had signed autographs for a number of children who'd wanted his because the amount of autographs he'd given had been limited owing to his popularity — this disappointed him, as he would've preferred signing autographs for children. Amarina eventually decided to create an anonymous social media account from which to communicate with Callan so that Callan wouldn't get harassed by the monster, and finally came up with something to say to him; unfortunately she got no reply from him and despaired as she moved between classes at school, not even being distracted when she was shoved to the floor by a couple of bullies . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

Silently she picked up her books and carried on, not even caring what they were saying to or about her. This was her last year of school, and then she would never have to come to this place again, or even have anything to do with these people. If only there was some way she could finish the school year in a month, then she wouldn’t ever have to come back to this place.

But unfortunately she’d still have to go to work, and she might even have to work more hours, but if she got an earlier shift she might not have the coworkers she presently had and so wouldn’t have to be picked on by them either.

She sighed and blinked away the tears as she quickly ducked into the room for her next class. If only she could find a way out of all of this.

Well, she did know a way, but it wasn’t the preferred way out; she wanted a way out that would allow her to do and know and feel all the things that she wanted to. The only way out she knew of would end all the suffering, but would also destroy her chances of having all the good things too.

Nonetheless, if Callan Reid wasn’t going to reply to her post and give her the help that she yearned for, she might have to look into that alternative more seriously.

After all, even though she was going to be graduating soon, that wouldn’t get the monster out of her life. She didn’t know how or if she could ever get rid of him, outside of by the only way out she knew of, but if there was another way out that would allow her to be free of him, that would be the best thing.

To really, truly, be completely free for all time from all of her tormentors was the ultimate hope, but she didn’t exactly expect it to come to pass, considering how she’d been let down and failed so many times before.

In fact, even her favourite footballer was failing her now, even he wasn’t giving her an answer. She wanted help, and she had a rather small measure of hope that she could get help from him, but it seemed that she was foolish to even have that much.

Still, her mind brought to her that image of the white scars. She could not have been imagining things. She couldn’t. She had to have seen them, and if she had then she hoped that he would eventually be moved to help her and she wouldn’t have to consider the all-destroying alternative way out.