Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 30. Maybe

Chapter 30 - 30. Maybe

"Are you okay?" She asked , and I let go of her. Wiping my face with my hands, I noticed that I had broken out in a cold sweat.

"Mhmm, I'm going." I stood up and walked into the university building, not really there, sohow dizzy, as if I had just woken up. I just knew that I needed a toilet, so as if walking on clouds, I made my way through the floors, looking for the sign.

I think I walked in a circle, but it was comfortable to stay in this little bubble, so I just walked while looking for the sign.

Sohow later I found myself standing in front of a door; it looked like a toilet. I walked in and looked around. Mhm, this is a toilet. Opening a cabin, my foggy brain confird anew that this was indeed a toilet. So I bend over it.

I vomited, and then I flushed, and then I vomited again.

Coming back to my senses, I flushed once more and wiped my mouth, leaving the toilet and walking outside. Through the corridors, out of the university, where I took a taxi bringing

ho.

Up the hill, up the stairs, to my apartnt complex, where I needed to take the stairs that run outside the building up to the first floor. Unlocking my door, I locked it after stepping inside. There I just fell on the mattress and blacked out.

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I woke up from soone hamring at my door, ripping

out of my sweet unconsciousness.

Standing up and opening it, I found my friends in front of .

"Shit!" Danny cried and tackled , nearly throwing us to the floor.

"What happened?" Jordan ca anxiously inside, mustering my face, with Omar right behind him.

"You have blood and vomit all over you!"

"Hm?" I looked at myself and felt that it was indeed the truth.

"Co with ." Jordan ripped Danny away from

and dragged

to the bathroom, where he opened the sink.

"Wash your face."

I obliged and bent down, hearing Danny and Omar whispering outside.

After finishing and looking in the mirror, I was stupefied; I really looked like shit.

I pulled my shirt over my head and my pants down and put them in the washing machine along with so washing ingredients.

"What happened?" Jordan asked

as I stood there in my boxers.

"The Lie-detector test was today, at the police station, and I am optimistic about the results. Bad news, there are pictures and videos of

getting it on with Henrietta, and today I t her old friend to 'read' her, seeing a vision of how I strangled her."

Jordan widened his eyes.

"Damn..."

I saw Danny and Omar standing in the door fra, looking just as shocked.

"I slowly feel; maybe it was ?" I said, pressing my palms on my eyes, trying to push down the urge to cry.

Not even when I was scared to death of sohow being responsible for my mother's drowning, I have never in my life felt so scared of myself. This vision, seeing and feeling the victim's fear while running, before looking on as my own body, my own hands, strangled her. The look in these eyes—my own eyes—I never thought that this could be .

"Okay." Danny spoke amid the silence.

"Let's sit down and go through everything; if you are guilty, we get you to the police station; if not, then all the better."

"Yeah, here." Omar rustled about before coming inside the small bathroom.

"Get dressed and we sit down."

I took the clothes he brought .

"Thanks." I said, sounding awfully emotional. I put them on, and Jordan patted my back as we all sat on the mattress.

"Have you eaten?" Omar asked, and seeing how I shook my head, he went to my 'kitchen' which was in the sa room, only three steps away from the mattress.

"Now, start." Danny said, and I nodded. I told them what I saw grazing Henry's face, about the videos and pictures, about the fact that my tattoo wasn't on them. How I went to Prof. Atkins to read him, and that I saw him and Haruka dying in the run. How I t her, how she recorded , but knew nothing about a romantic relationship, how I saw her then dying at my own hands.

"Simple, it wasn't you." Danny said, and not only my eyes snapped to him.

He saw that he was the center of attention and straightened up.

"The pictures have not your tattoo, the phone number is false, the pictures do not show Henrietta how you know her, and nobody knew of you being in a romantic relationship. There is also no proof besides the pictures and videos, as well as the diary. Then you saw Haruka die in two different ways. I say your ability had stopped working; as for the rest...dunno, soone is out to get you."

Jordan nodded; his sunglasses were not on him today, and his black eye looked ugly.

"But the future could have changed? First she died in a fire, then she pissed Kenny off so he strangled her?"

I pointed at Jordan, giving my agreent, too lazy to argue. That was my thought as well.

Danny shrugged.

"If he wants to go strangle her, why have a vision about it before vomiting his heart out? Doesn't make sense."

"Agree!" Omar said from the kitchen.

"Why is my ability showing

bullshit sotis?" I asked the enlightened Danny.

"Cause your ability is shit. You only used it at parties for reading nonsensical crap; now you don't eat, don't sleep, get agitated, so it runs out of control."

"Maybe..."

"Both tis you saw Haruka dying, was there a difference in the 'way' you read the future?" Omar intercepted all of a sudden.