Piece Of Her Imagination

By Kerat Jhaj

And there is Connor Young stalking Blair even after dying. He only shows up to Blair in flashes of moments. Only Connor is dead! He CAN'T be following her. He can't be in love with her the way she wanted him. He's dead. They couldn't have kissed. He's dead. She couldn't be talking to him. He's dead.

And she for the love of god

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kerat Kaur Jhaj
• Release date: Mar 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088086629

Book preview

Trigger Warnings

Strong language/ sucide/ death/ Mental Illness

Table of Contents

Connor’s beginning

Prologue- Blair

Prologue- Blair

One Year Later- Blair

The funeral day- Blair

The funeral Day- Connor

Sunday- Blair

10:20 a.m. - Connor

Monday- Blair

Tuesday - Blair

Wednesday- Blair

Thursday – Blair

Friday- Blair

Friday - Elina

Sunday- Blair

Notes from Dr. Young

Another day- Blair

Connor

Blair 10:15

Monday- Blair

Notes from Dr. Young

Tuesday- Blair

Friday- Blair

Weekend- Blair

Golden Monday- Blair

Next Day- Blair

Notes from Dr. Young

Another day-Blair

Tomorrow- Blair

A frustrating day- Blair

School again- Blair

Tomorrow-Blair

Elina’s Morning

Epilogue - Connor

Next day in school- Connor

Three days later-Connor

Notes from Dr. Young

Acknowledgments

Connor’s beginning

R

ight now, it was a chill ride. Mom sipped on her iced coffee as I saw the town fly by. Same routes that I flew by when I rode my skateboard. I jammed to music not wanting to think about how this was going to be my first day in Eastwood High. Unfortunately, I hadn't even gotten to go and visit the school when Mom had gone for my admission. The place was going to be completely new, but just the building. The people in it will already know me by some connection through my mom. She also wore all black and looked straight ahead. Her lips were downturned, so she always looked sad and had a permanent glare. However, it wouldn’t take her a moment to turn it into the most angelic, welcoming face in front of her clients. She was good at her job, and I respected it. I just wished I got a break sometime, but even I knew Eastwood High was going to be the last thing but that for me.

None of us said anything the whole ride, but we had entered the school building now. The car was slowing as we approached the drop way path of school. It was filled with students and their cars. I looked nowhere, trying not to see anyone. It was here. I was dreading this. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to work my ass off pleasing everyone and carrying that reputation of my mom. But that’s exactly what I was going to do. For my mom’s sake I was to go above and beyond in everything this school, this town had to offer. And now it starts, I hated this. I didn’t have to do this where I lived before. I could be me there. But here I was going to be the smiles and perfection whenever my mother would introduce me to someone from this town or when someone came to our house or we went to their events. Except now, it had to be constant, that’s all I had to be. I was about to die inside. I finally looked up at the building and hated this place. Just the thought of putting on this act made me want to run off to Ferlin where I could relax and live the way I wanted to—do as much and what I wanted to. Not all and not to the point I had to be best at it. I shouldn’t have thought about this, darn it. Now I was so stressed my heartbeat quickened. I was so scared to fail that my knees felt weak. I hated having to go through this that I felt nauseous.

But this only bubbled inside me. As I stared back at the rear view mirror, I saw a blank gaze that gave nothing away.

I swiftly got out and made to walk away, swinging my bag on my shoulder, but my mom spoke firmly, Now, you be a good boy, Connor. People here adore you so much, live up to that.

I stopped in my tracks as her words hit me. As I processed them, I spun around but her car was racing away. Sometimes she astonished me, no goodbye, just a fucking warning: ‘I’ve made them love me, love you and we need that. You need that because you have to become a leader because that’s the only option I give you. So don’t fuck up, go with it." Her words had my body reacting as if I should be running for my life; super alert and all unsettled. And I knew it was for no reason. Already I was pissed, pissed for being treated like that; just a part in her play. And this consumed her so thoroughly that she had no time left to be a mother. Or maybe she just chose this over giving a shit about me.

And what was I doing?

Well, exactly what she asked.

I took a deep breath and looked at the school building. This time I did have to turn the madness on my face to calmness. I exhaled the things that bubbled up inside me and took control of my mood.

Because one thing was for sure, I had to be the good guy. I was bound to that role.

As I walked in, I fixed my posture; my steps were fast and carried power. I plastered that warm smile that many saw when my family would introduce me.

I worked on spotting the office building, scanning room numbers and the campus map.

Finally I saw the white building and made my way to it so I could get my schedule. As I opened the door, the bell rang as well. The office was white inside and very bright with all the lighting. A lady looked up at me from the desk. Her short hair was white and gray, her skin a deep brown. Beautiful  She looked at me through her glasses for a moment and said, New student?

Yes. I nodded, giving her a pleasant smile.

For what class? she asked, seeming already done with being back to school.

Ninth, I replied firmly.

She pulled out my paper. Okay, go to counselor Diaz's office. She handed me a piece of paper and motioned me towards a hall that had several doors and rooms to its sides. Surprisingly, this town had a high school bigger and more filled than probably one of a popular city. There were about 15 counselors. I walked through, noting all the door signs till I spotted Ms. Diaz, and as I opened the door, she was already in there talking to some student. I quickly shut the door and waited outside. What the heck? I looked at the paper she handed to me and it was my schedule. So why make me see this counselor? I didn’t wanna be late; I thought I should just ditch this and go. But I still just waited there. A few minutes later, the student left and she opened the door again.

Hey, Connor? she said.

I nodded with a smile.

Come on in.

So, are you excited for your first day of school?!

Oh, definitely. I gave her an assuring smile.

She smiled back till she blinked and started making me aware of my ‘late’ start. "I mean, technically the school started two weeks ago, so you won’t be that far off; except, you may be just a bit. She quickly kicked off her stool and the wheel casters skated her to her desk where she pulled out more information on my classes. I guess lagging in… hmm, let’s see. Math, psychology and  English, they already finished their first reading. These three classes have definitely covered a lot more already compared to your other classes. But yeah, I have already talked to your teachers. You may have to do most of the catching up on your own but other than that, you should be good!" she said, almost rolling her eyes as if she’d done me a huge favor in a loud, cheery voice. What kind of coffee does she get in the morning?

I linked and realized she’s waiting for me to say something, but before I agreed, she already started to speak again.

Okay, so if that’s all good, I can come and show you where your classes are. She suddenly stood up. We started making our way back to where I had entered. And guided me to the Electives-C building.

Ok, so I’m not necessarily showing you where classes are as your schedule goes but more of a like three of your classes are in this area. So, area ‘C’ building. I paused registering her words.

Are three of my classes electives? I asked.

Umm… well, you are enrolled in eight classes. So there's actually a lot of clubs and after school teams that you are enrolled in. So I think your mother wanted you to just try…everything we had an available seat in and then just stick with the ones you like. And lucky for you, we had a seat available for you in all electives and clubs we offer you. You really get to try everything off. She nodded her head after finishing.

How many clubs are there? And if they are all at the same time, how do I meet up? Had my mom even thought this one through? Had the school and this counselor when putting a kid in every fucking thing? Holy shit!

I clenched my jaw. I was a bit pissed again and needed to breathe it out but I didn’t want to make it look like I was throwing tantrums in front of this counselor, so I just carried a tight smile.

And you are also in leadership, so leadership basically meets 15 minutes after school starts, so if you can, try to come in early and they meet after lunch. There are a total thirteen clubs and all have different times and only two days in a week. So the art club is Thursday and Friday 4:00 to 5:00 and the chess club Monday and Tuesday 2:00 to 2:45. Robotics is also Monday and Tuesday but 3:00 to 4:00. She again nodded in habit after finishing her sentence.

Ok, thanks for your help, Ms. Diaz, I said as she humbly left after wishing me good luck.

As I entered the leadership room, I soon realized it was filled with choir members. Apparently their big performance was soon and leadership will be helping them set it up. Luckily, because both teams were meeting for the first time, the teachers made us all stand up and introduce ourselves and what we did this summer. As Mr. Gyan pointed at me, I stood up and in a firm voice, told my name. It caught many students' attention as the name was so familiar. They seemed to look at each other as if saying ‘That’s Milley’s kid’, but no one seemed to dislike that; many seemed welcoming and curious and I smiled genuinely speaking of the awesome classic car show I went to this summer. And so it went on with students introducing and talking about their summer. But as I sat back down, I couldn’t help but run my gaze all over the class, and that’s when I noticed a girl and her brown eyes on me, staring with so much intensity in her eyes, not even blinking away, making the effort to not turn her eyes away from me for even one moment or to blink.

Prologue- Blair

T

he north side goods Antique shop was filled with the weirdest shit ever. Me and my best friend, who also happens to be my cousin, stood in the middle gawking at the ceiling of the place. The roof was filled with red chandeliers that looked like spider webs and bushes.

As I stared above grimacing at the objects, I asked her, Are you gonna tell me why we are here?

She paid no attention to my words; her fingers toyed with some super old crystal Rubik’s cube made of clear glass.

Umm, hello? I tried waiting for a response but she again ignored me.

I gave up and decided to look around. The cool breeze of swaying wind gently danced