space rocks

You arrive at the main building, exhausted and Moorland takes you to your residence where you will be staying for the next few days.  You fall down on your bed, pulling the blanket over your head you try and sleep but everything feels blurry and unreal.  I murdered a man, you keep thinking to yourself. 

The ringtone of your cell phone suddenly snaps you back into reality.  You reach limply to answer the call.

 

“Uh, hello? Is this Charlie?”

 

“Yes, who’s asking?

 

“Oh, uh, good.  My father is, uhm, was, Professor Scot. I got your number from Moorland.”

 

You sit up against the headboard and tuck your feet in.  What do I say?  you ask to yourself.

 

“Yeah, uhm, go ahead?”

 

“Did my father say anything before he, uhm, you know.” 

 

“Oh, uhm, yes, he, uh, said to tell you he loved you.”

 

You hear no response and the caller ends the call.  You decide to stay in your residence until the funeral and you send a text message to Moorland that you don’t want to see anyone.  How could I face anyone, I could’ve saved him. If I didn’t doubt my gift, he would’ve been here.  I am a disgrace to humanity.