6

The sound of my heels echoed through the halls, figure pushing on, as I dashed towards the block where the office of the principal laid.

One could make out the questioning eyes of students as I hurried past them, all onlooking my form like I had gone mad.

Perhaps, I have.

Mad enough to know when someone laid in danger and had to be given enough help, as immediate as it could be rendered.

It happened five years ago. With Susi, except then, I didn't have a degree backing up my speculations. There was no hold to make her mother believe me, when I stormed into her home that evening, telling her that her daughter had to be put under watchful eyes.

In fact, I was issued a warning, more of a threat, stating that if I was to step foot anywhere close to their home, I would be arrested.

But eventually I did. Several times after Susi's body was recovered from our dormitory, and taken away.

They finally let me come in to pay my respects, and even though some still believed I was mad, others thought to pay little attention to me.

That signage which rested on that oak door, which affirmed the office of the principal, pulled me even nearer, and with double taps on the door, I pushed my way in, coming to behold the lady sat away.

"He needs professional help"

I had hurried to the principal's office, mind refusing to turn back on helping that young man.

He was broken.

Broken beyond repair, and all that was left was him being attended to by someone who could perhaps cope with that pain that hovered around him.

"Excuse me?" Questioning eyes soon took my form, shifting to the door I had managed to leave ajar, and with a weak sigh pouring out her lips, she turned to me.

"Please ensure to always have the door closed behind you" She called. "And what is this you speak of?"

"Logan needs help. Professional, every other help, but that young man needs to be attended to" I clarified better, reaching to shut the door.

"If I'm not mistaken, you hold a degree to Psychology and human services, Miss Sangretti. What other professional help is required?"

"Someone who could bond with him....This is deeper than you think" I followed at once.

"He lost his brother, for Christ's sakes!" I cried.

"That was years ago" Principal McKenna followed immediately. "I believe that's not the reason for his unruly behavior"

"One never really gets over grieving, Principal. Especially when it's of family"

"What are you trying to say, Miss Sangretti? That you can't help him?" Her eyes were laced with a look of bafflement, gaze taking shifting through my form.

"I can't assist the school with preying on that poor young man"

"Logan Marshall is far from the sweetness you assume him to be. If anything, we've received every consent to evaluate and so much as brush him up"

She let out a sigh, figure soon tearing out of the seat as she made her way over to me.

"Miss Sangretti" Her voice was calm, soft eyes skimming my profile.

"The reason we employed you was to help our students. Yeah?"

"You will help him out, or you'd rather have us expel the kid, if it comes to that"

Putting down one already bruised, was as concerning as adding fuel to a blazing fire. It never calmed it down.

What they should be after was taking this kid to a center where he would be kept under watchful eyes. It shouldn't come to him killing someone first, before they consider putting him into rehab.

"And I'll have you fired, the next time you refuse doing what you put down as your best practice on your résumé" That utterance was low.

But yet again, I am the crazy one.

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