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Time: After the incident in music class on Friday



Alex sat at his desk, staring out of the window in his shared room. He had taken this postion after the incident with Jono and hadn't moved since. His roomates would try to talk to him but he would only ignore them. His arms were folded on the desk, his hands balled up to fists and hidden under his elbows, hidden from his view, for they were the last things he wanted to see. In the past couple of days, they had begun to ache, as if the joints were on fire and Alex could only dread what that meant.

Occasionally he would draw one hand out and stare at it as it were some alien thing attached to his body and whisper the one thought that consummed his mind. "What if that had been me?"