21.11 Wednesday

Edward didn’t pick me up in the morning. Coward! I was insulting him in my head, though it was certainly what I expected of him after such an event. He was surely still angry at me. However, I didn’t see my fault in this; in the end he was the one who had killed the teacher. And I was just trying to explain to him that this, what he’d done, was wrong. But apparently, he didn’t want to understand; he wanted to stay bad and independent. To think about it, it was understandable…

I took a bus to the school; the first time for a month. He was also with me then… I thought as I was sitting in the bus; and I reproved myself right away in my mind. In the school, however, my attention was held with something other than my grim thoughts about Edward. White Isa didn’t come. It worried me a little so I decided to phone her during the break. Three signals, four…

Just as I decided to give up, someone picked up.

“Isa?” I asked happily.

“No, it’s not Isa.” A grim voice answered.

“I’m sorry.” I was confused and a little suspicious. “Who is it then?”

“I’m her mother. Isa’s in the hospital. A car hit her.”

The news shocked me. I wasn’t prepared for it at all. I was quiet for a while proceeding what I’d heard in my head.

“Well… how does she feel?” I asked finally.

“She’s unconscious.”

I didn’t know what to say; my mind was like a blank sheet of paper.

“It’s not so bad. She’s only a little bruised.” Isa’s mom tried to comfort me, but she didn’t seem to believe in her own words. Was it this bad or was she simply overreacting, like every mother?

“Do you know who has done this?” I asked. If I get him in my hands…

“No, he escaped. But the day I inquire about him would be the last day of his life with both legs, I swear!” the woman exploded.

I didn’t say anything. I hung up without a goodbye, too engrossed in my thoughts, too terrified with my newest discovery. The day before, Edward had hit someone with his car and he hadn’t stopped. That day, Isa was in hospital, hit by a car and the perpetrator escaped. Such a big coincidence wasn’t possible. There wasn’t a chance, it couldn’t have been.