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colleague, shouting loud into my ear, ‘… you ok, can you
hear me? Jacob, are you ok?’
‘When you panic, take deep breaths, it’s the first way to
combat stress.’ I breathe deep. I’m familiar with this
exercise. Again. And, again. It works. Order seems to be
returning to my senses. The chaotic, fearful screams
overwhelm all other sensory observations. A woman runs
straight into me and then clings on to me for dear life, her
face pale, her eyes frozen and struggling to breathe.
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lake, gasping for air. Life returns to her eyes as she starts
looking around and behind her, bewildered.
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Never before have I relied on my hearing as much as I do,
now. My own breathing has never sounded as loud and
clear as this. Do I always breathe this loud? It sounds
abnormal. I’ve felt my heart beat like this before, but only
after a severe training session. This is not that.
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Dead silence.
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head around the cold, dark brick corner, I wait almost a
minute. ‘Do it!’ I kneel down and carefully push my face
past the brick corner.
Nothing, I don’t see anything. Even towards the
opposite side, not a thing, no movement. The sound
remains, though. Somewhere to the left I hear it again. A
muffled sound. Might be someone crying or laughing. It
can’t be. Must be crying.
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anyone there?’ The words are forced out of my mouth,
one by one. Sitting on the floor in the corridor, next to the
door, I take a quick look around the door frame. I see part
of a foot sticking out from behind the teacher’s desk. It’s
moving. ‘Go.’ I push myself up from the floor and run into
the classroom towards the desk.
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widened and now almost unrecognisably filled with tears.
‘Ok, ok, I won’t move you. What happened?’ His eyes
dimming…’No, stay with me!’ ‘G-…’ is what he
manages to gargle as life disappears from his eyes. The
blood now all around my shoes, under me. His eyes are
still open. ‘No.’ Nausea overcomes me and I aim for a bin
close-by but in vain. I vomit into the air but a fair amount
lands on my sleeve and hand.
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The past few weeks have been difficult. Talks of staff cuts
and salary cut-backs are only some of the issues at work
that have been gnawing at the back of my mind. Not to
mention my personal issues. Over the last couple of years
I have managed to keep all my demons at bay and not let
them influence my work situation. It’s professional. But,
demons have a tendency to catch up.
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For the past twelve years I’ve been the school
psychologist at this public school in this city suburb. The
families range from below average income with a few
horrible family situations to a handful of families with a
bit of means to make them appear wealthy. The problems
brought to school by the students are the same as I suppose
most communities have. Hiding poverty, hiding alcohol
abuse, hiding all kinds of abuse, really. Bullying. That’s a
problem that seem to have escalated with the rise of social
media. Social media, the devil’s most handy tool, it seems,
amongst children, these days. My phone has become an
integral part of my career.
Two years ago my assistant was let go. Cut backs. She
wasn’t fantastic, but at least she dealt with most of my
administration, checking up on the kids after their
sessions with me and handled the less severe cases. She
dealt with the overflow of my job. It’s worse, now. Two
years of cases building up, teachers becoming frustrated
with a growing sense of helplessness and files up to the
roof hasn’t helped, either. It has become almost
impossible to truly help these kids. Put a band-aid on it.
Tell them to turn the other cheek, man-up, build your self-
esteem, you can do better, and ignore the bullies. This is
what my career has become. A self-help, walk-in centre
paid for by the government. How can I possibly help these
kids?
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Almost seven weeks ago, Ryan Johnson completed the
administrative request for me to look into this case, these
two kids. What were their names, again? That’s right,
Gregan and Joe, no Joel. To be honest, I didn’t get around
to even look at the boys’ files until about four weeks ago.
Ryan sent me some emails and texts, reminding me about
the situation, he even asked me in person last week or
maybe the week before, he was worried, fearing the
situation might be getting worse, ‘…spiralling out of
control…’ I believe were his words. If I had a penny for
every time a teacher told me that things were becoming
uncontrollable…
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breeze. Listening to the kids and their complications at
home; drunk parents, abusive peers, lack of food, to me,
those problems seem to have solutions. Dealing with my
own emotions is quite a different prospect, it’s easier to
close the door and walk away.
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to get a clearer look at the larger boy, his face looks
familiar. Did I counsel him? Maybe it’s just the angle. I
need to get closer. His dark, longer than usual hair, seems
to be blood stained. His face is smeared, so are his hands,
his palms red. Lying on his side, his left arm stretched out
from beneath him while his other hand is clutched around
his neck. A look of contentment seems to cover his face.
Almost as if his face froze achieving something. My
imagination runs of with me. ‘Breathe and focus.’ His
entire chest, neck and face is covered in dark red. The
wound where his blood flows from is messy, it’s hard to
determine its exact location. His neck, his upper chest,
shoulder? I don’t know. I’m too afraid to touch him,
there’s way too much blood covering him. The oversized,
dark jacket he’s wearing also covers much of his face and
neck, too difficult to look at.
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two. ‘Can you move? Can you talk?’ The boy tries to force
a smile, which disappears as quickly as it was formed.
Tears start welling up in his eyes, way too fast. He tries to
talk, only his lips are moving, ‘…’ No sound. Crawled up
into a tiny ball, he starts to shiver. ‘What do you want to
say, son?’
‘…sc…’ Another deep gasp of air overwhelms the
moment. All my focus is directed towards the boy with his
sad eyes, filled with tears. His face, dirty, almost like he’d
been playing in dirt and tried to wipe his face clean with
an even dirtier hand. Now, blood starting to trickle form
his nose. I don’t see any visible wounds, I try to check. ‘
…m scared.’ The words grip my soul and I realise tears
are dripping down from me onto the dirty, tiled floor.
Wiping my own face, now, I try to, regain composure,
‘What happened, son?’ ‘Greg…’ sounds from his mouth
as I decide to hold my ear towards his mouth. ‘Is your
name Greg? Don’t worry, Greg, it’s going to be ok, just
hold on, buddy. I’m going to get help.’
‘Nooo! Don’t go…’ The last part of his cry
swallowed by a gasp of air as he inhales, trying to stay
alive.
‘Ok, ok, it’s ok, I won’t leave, don’t worry.’ Tears
now streaming from his eyes. Trying hard to compose
himself, gathering strength and air, he clearly wants to say
something. Forcing the saddest smile imaginable, ‘i’m
scared’ are the words that cuts the air clean. ‘hold m…’
and just like that, he’s gone.
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‘Greg, Greg! Stay with me!’ I push my arm under
his back, my other arm around his neck and head to pick
him up, when I feel a cold, hard object. ‘No…’ The object
is obvious, even though I don’t see it, it’s easy to identify
the shape of a knife. Clearly still lodged inside him, I jerk
my arms straight back from under him. ‘Lord, no.’
‘Sir…’
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The watershed moment wasn’t a moment, as such,
rather it was a series of events coinciding to shoulder me
in the right direction. Losing family and friends at a
particularly fragile time, helped me understand the gift of
grace towards other hurting souls.
Thoughts of losing two of my own children haunts
me constantly. Having frequent dreams, no, nightmares of
them, forced me to ask myself if I could have done more.
I could have. I still can. The idea that I could redeem
myself by helping some of these kids, soothed the
wounds, occasionally.
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match his faintly freckled face. Battling to breathe, he tries
to so push himself up against the wall to sit up straight.
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‘It’s ok, don’t worry, you’re going to be ok.’ I’m
not even sure if I’m trying to console myself, or the kid.
Trying to sound certain that we will be alright isn’t easy,
but I give it a go. I’m not even certain if I will be ok.
Pushing both my arms beneath his small frame, I lift him
like I would my own child. Leaving this heart-wrenching
site with a child in my arms is not the way I imagined this
day to turn out.
‘Clear!’ Controlled shouts of a police officer,
down the passage, invades this deathly quiet space. At
last.
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If that was a terrible Tuesday, then I suppose today
is best described as fearful. Coming back to school was a
dreadful thought. I feared coming back, more than I had
feared anything in a long time. More than once this
morning, I tried to fabricate excuses to not show up. The
idea of walking back in to a place where demons would
be waiting to encounter me, us, doesn’t make sense. But,
we have to face them. It’s how we conquer them.
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him one side and away from harm’s way. The word was
that he refused to talk to anyone, in fact, he hasn’t spoken,
at all, since the incident. Neither has his mom. She asked
that they be left alone.
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thought of him and how proud he was, takes me back to
times playing in a backyard, mostly forgotten. My
grandma and he were perfect in my eyes. She, with her
baked goods, always ready to spoil us, I can still smell the
freshly baked warm rusks from her old, too small kitchen
and him, with his mostly starry-eyed advice, always so
proud of his grandchildren. Days like today I long to be a
child, again, playing in their backyard only to be lured into
their two-bedroom railway home by something freshly
baked. There, I was safe.
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I hardly have time to let it sink in, the fact that Joel
wants to speak to me, before there is another knock on my
door. ‘Hi, Sir. Mr Carelli? Is it ok to come in? I think this
is my time for my appointment with you, I might be early.
A girl’s head appears from behind the door, her
uncertainty giving her away. Her glasses and dark,
unkept, short haircut is familiar. Jaden’s scheduled
appointments on a two-weekly basis is somewhat
draining. Her situation is dire. She got the brass ring. An
emotional abusive father, an alcoholic mom and a toddler
sister who latches onto her as if she is her mom, makes
this particular case especially exhausting.
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‘…’
Her downward gaze and silence reveals too much.
Usually, she seems to enjoy the sessions. Her willingness
to speak her mind and tell me how much hurt she has,
along with her desire to leave home as soon as the
opportunity arises, has become a trademark of our times
together. I hardly ever need to prompt her for information.
‘How are things at home, are you coping with your
mom’s situation?’
‘Yes, Sir. She’s been ok for a couple of days. Ever
since last week, she’s been trying harder.’
‘And your dad?’ I tread more carefully.
‘Same, but I’m trying some of the techniques you
gave me. His words still hurt, but maybe…’ Her eyes
haven’t lifted. Being shy and drawn back is often a tell-
tale sign of some kind of abuse, so I know not to push too
hard.
‘That’s good.’ In order to persuade a patient to
speak, the method of silence from the counsellor’s side is
a technique used with varying success. It’s needed now,
she won’t speak if I keep asking irrelevant questions.
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A crack appears. ‘Sir…I think, I think I might have
seen something…’ she dips her toes in the water. “I mean,
last week, that day. I think I saw…I’ve been having
trouble sleeping.’ Her quivering voice trying to stay
composed and strong, but her downward gaze can’t
disguise the fear in her voice.
I feel myself shifting and sitting up straight in my
chair, leaning onto my grandpa’s desk. Clearing my
throat, ‘What, um what do you mean, Jaden? Do you
mean, Tuesday? Did you see something, Tuesday?’ My
racing heart and shallow breath needs to be controlled. For
the first time, today, she looks up slightly, her eyes finding
mine, but still peering from beneath her brow.
‘Yes’ I see tears flowing down her cheek, and I
lose contact with her eyes, again.
‘Composure, Jacob!’
‘You can take your time, Jaden.’ My questions
need to be useful. It dawns on me, that everything said
from this moment onwards, could be admissible in court.
Court. That cold, horrid place.
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‘Jaden, Jaden!’
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As the bell announces the arrival of the end of the
school day, the noise level is noticeably lower than usual.
Partly, because there are fewer children back at school
than expected, but also because of the tragic event that has
subdued the otherwise bubbly, chaotic student body.
Minutes tick by. I hear the second-arm of the old,
cream-coloured wall clock ticking by, reminding me of
my appointment. Since earlier, today, after Kathy
informed me that Joel wants to come in to speak to me, I
haven’t had time to think about him, again. That’s a good
thing. The silence is deafening, now, as the footsteps of
students leaving this building becomes less, a grim
reminder of that day.
Minutes pass by, maybe ten. A slight trembling in
my body forces me to get up from my chair. Walking is a
good way to alleviate some of the built-up tension in my
body. While I’m at it, I’ll replenish my water bottle. My
mouth is dry, now. A quick trip to the staff lounge does
the trick. Walking back, swiftly and turning the corner
next to my office, I’m greeted by a bent-over figure,
sitting in solitude on one of three old wooden chairs
outside my office. It’s him.
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When he unfolds upward after a few seconds, his
eyes make immediate contact with mine. They look
fearful and empty. He attempts a smile, it disappears as
soon as it appeared.
‘Hi, Sir.’
‘Come in, Joel.’ I usher him into my office, not
wanting to give him any opportunity to reconsider his
appointment. ‘Have a seat.’ We both find these first few
moments completely uneasy. Shifting around in his seat
to find some level of comfort, Joel eventually settles, then,
with a back still hunched and his dirty hands folded on his
lap, he looks up. His mouth opens as if to speak, but no
sound exits his mouth before he closes up and looks down,
again.
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always feels like his feelings and situation is unique and
nobody understands what he’s going through. Saying, ‘I
understand’ diminishes the therapist’s credibility in the
eyes of the patient, almost always. ‘How can the
psychologist understand, he’s not in my shoes?’
‘I know, Sir.’ He looks up and makes swift eye
contact, then goes underwater, again. His
acknowledgement was brutal, I’m caught off-guard.
‘Have you talked with anyone, yet? Your mom,
maybe?’
‘No.’
‘How do you feel, right now?’
‘I’m ok. This, is ok. I don’t mind being here.’
‘Do you feel ready to come back to school?’
‘No.’
‘It will be difficult, but it will help. To be with
your friends and do school work will help take your mind
off things. It’s good to be busy.’
‘I hate this place.’
‘It’s understandable. How does staying at home
feel?’
‘I don’t know, it’s horrible. It’s all horrible, no
matter where I am.’
‘If you come to school, it’s easier to talk to me.
The teachers will give you space. You won’t be under
pressure.’ Eye-contact becomes more frequent as our
nerves settle.
‘I’ll think about it, Sir.’
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‘Joel. Do you remember anything from Tuesday?’
‘No, Sir.’ He looks down quickly.
‘It’s ok. It might take time to remember what
happened. It will also hurt, remembering what happened.’
Any sort of restoration hurts. To get a broken bone or torn
muscle to function properly, again, physical treatment is
necessary. It always hurts to get the inflammation and
brokenness to dissipate. Limited pressure is necessary.
‘I can’t remember anything.’ His look straight into
my eyes reveals something hidden, not his own pain. This
was a threat, carefully veiled.
‘That’s ok, Joel, maybe in time you’ll…’
‘I really don’t.’ Back off.
‘How is your mom doing?’
‘She’s ok. She cries, a lot. But, that’s not new,
she’s been crying all her life.’
‘I’m sorry, Joel. Do you know what’s making her
sad?’
‘She says life is too hard. I think she wants to die.’
‘Why do you say that?’
‘She told me, one night. Sometimes, she drinks
and then she cries and talks to me. I don’t mind listening,
but I can’t help her. Don’t tell her I told you, please, Sir.’
‘Ok.’
‘What can I do to help your home situation? Is
there anything you would like me to do?’ Another
mistake. I can do nothing to help his mom’s situation.
‘No, Sir. This is fine.’
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‘Joel. Before, I mean, before everything, Mr.
Johnson asked me to talk to you. Do you know about
that?’
‘No?’ He seems to lean slightly forward. ‘What
about?’
‘Gregan.’
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teacher was present, no other student have come forward,
yet. There might be some information forthcoming as
time passes. For now, it’s only Joel who could possibly
shed some light on what happened during those harrowing
minutes. Is his mind the vault in which lies the answers to
that day? Possibly, but, we don’t know. Not yet, anyway.
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Regardless, I need to make an effort to speak to
Ryan, our past notwithstanding.
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Nevertheless, the rest of the period there wasn’t any
problems. But after school, he came to me. I think the boy
has kind of latched onto me, a little bit, I don’t think
there’s a dad on the scene. Maybe he was just in need of
some guidance or shelter, or whatever, I’m not sure.’
‘Ok, what did he tell you when he came to you?’
‘I could tell that he didn’t want to give a whole lot
of details, but he just mentioned that he was being bullied
and that nobody knew about it. He also didn’t want
anyone mentioning something in case it made it worse. I
told him that I wouldn’t tell anyone, I lied to him.’
‘Yeah, you did. Clearly, because you reported it to
me and I didn’t get to their case before, before…this.’
‘No. You didn’t.’ His look bore through me.
‘Is there anything else you knew about the
situation, anything you need to tell me?’ I just wanted to
finish this conversation.
‘No.’
‘Ok, then, that’s it, I guess.’
“I guess.’ He left, again. And, again, it might be
my fault.
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Very seldom have I made home visits. The security of my
office helps me. Doing a home visit gives the students and
sometimes the parents, the home ground advantage. It’s
their turf. In my office, I can control the variables.
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built homes, this was the area to live and announce it, as
well. In the late seventies and early eighties, it could just
as easily have been called Spring Valley or Sunshine
Town. Not anymore. The streets have quietened down.
Once newly painted homes are still awaiting their second
or third coats of paint. Untrimmed lawns now rule the
once pristine gardens. Brushes now rule the peeling,
partly broken picket fences. Few cars are seen in front of
garages and when they are, they haven’t moved in quite
some time. On a street corner I notice two children, a boy
and a girl, not old enough for school, playing with what
could be some tins and a brick. They glance up for a
moment as my trusty German sedan slowly cruises by.
My search for University Street is short lived as I
travel along State Road, seemingly the main street of the
area. The two roads cross at an intersection of a set of
defective traffic lights. Turning left and slowly coasting
down Joel’s street, a retired grandpa working in the
garden with a sun hat stops what he does to observe the
stranger and gives a courteous nod of his grey head. He
keeps a steady eye on my car as I pass by.
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A slow, careful halt brings my car to a small, rusty
iron gate, leading into an unkept, dry garden. The pathway
leading up to the old fashioned beige home with its brick-
red tiled roof, also has some tiles missing, hardly
noticeable amid the dry, overgrown grass and weeds.
Again, I hear my own heartbeat. Seated in my car
I collect my thoughts, take hold of my file and a pen, just
in case. The file’s purpose is more about looking official
than truly needing its contents. It takes a minute to
examine the home. It all seems quiet, no movement. The
lazy afternoon autumn sunshine makes the moment
surreal. The comfort of the car and the wonderful sunshine
onto my lap and chest keeps me seated for a while longer.
Only the slightest movement of a curtain draws my
attention, no wind to speak of.
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‘No, Sir. She’ll be back later. I think she went to
the shop.’
‘It’s okay, Joel. I just wanted to see if you were
okay. You haven’t been to school. Are you okay?’
His face disappears from the window, then the
door opens, slowly. Barefoot, with black sports shorts and
a navy-blue Transformers t-shirt, ‘I’m okay, Sir, thank
you. Do you want to come inside?’
‘No, no thanks, Joel. I just wanted to pop by and
see if you were okay. You’ve been missing quite a bit of
school and I’m getting concerned.’
‘Oh. Yes, I know…’
‘When are you coming back to school? You can’t
actually stay away much longer, Joel. It’s against
regulations.’
‘I know, it’s, it’s just not easy, Sir.’
‘I underst…’
‘Can I help you?’ Joel’s mom arrives as if from
nowhere. I spin around as she comes scurrying up the
pathway. A cigarette in her right hand and a packet of
groceries in the other.
‘Hi, ma’am. I’m Mr. Carelli. I’m the school
psychologist at Joel’s school. You left…’
‘Oh, yes. I remember. What do you want?’ Her
abruptness could easily be mistaken for rudeness if one
hadn’t have had previous experience in dealing with
parents from this neighbourhood.
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‘I need to check up on Joel, Ma’am. I’m concerned
that he’s missing too much school and we couldn’t get a
hold of you on the phone.’
‘It’s cut. The line, I mean, it’s cut or there’s a
problem with the connection.’ She looks down and then
up again, quickly. ‘He doesn’t want to go. I keep telling
him to go, he refuses. Can’t do anything.’ She shuffles
past me, into the house and disappears to the left before
reappearing, ‘You talk to him, maybe he’ll listen to you.’
She takes a drag from her almost finished cigarette and
disappears, again. Okay.
With my attention returning to the boy, ‘Joel, you
really need to come to school, so we can start helping you
deal with all of this, I mean, with what happened at school
and to get you up to speed with your school work,
otherwise, you might have to repeat the year.’ I have his
attention.
‘Oh, okay, Sir. I didn’t know…’
‘Yes, Joel. I checked your grades, it’s not bad, but
if you miss any more classes, it might become a problem.’
I lie, he won’t be held back. A traumatic experience like
this would be used to help a child advance to the next
grade. Very seldom will a traumatic experience be used
against a student to add to his demise. But, he doesn’t
know.
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rebellious streaks. Robert seem to have been an intelligent
boy who was in need of an older brother figure in his life,
hence the fascination with Gregan who acted as their
protector who in turn required their loyalty.
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for some of the students, trying to be their protector, only
worsens the situation.
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uncomfortable with, however, it becomes necessary from
time to time to incorporate in order to reach a next point
in a conversation. She breathes deep, ‘Sir, it’s Joel. You
know that we are friends, well, kind of.’
‘I remember you mentioned him, sometime ago.’
‘A couple of weeks back, before everything, he
was messaging me, and we chat on our phones, over the
weekends.’ Her shoulders are slightly less tense. ‘He told
me that someone was hurting him, bullying him. He didn’t
say much, but it seemed that he was having a hard time.’
‘How did you reply to his message?’
‘I said maybe he should speak to his mom or a
teacher. But, he said that it wouldn’t solve anything, no-
one would believe him. I think he did tell his mom, but I
don’t know if that helped.’
‘Do you know if he spoke to any of the teachers?’
‘He said he spoke to a teacher, but he didn’t want
to say who it was.’
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t know, he just didn’t want to say. And then,
after a while when I asked him how he was coping, he said
that everything was better and that it was sorted out. He
didn’t want to talk about it, anymore.’
‘Thanks, Jaden. Now, tell me, how are you doing,
are you coping?’
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The session ended with her leaving my office happier than
when she was, entering. One of my short term goals,
achieved.
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‘Good morning, Mr Carelli.’ Her delicate smile
and deep, dark eyes draws me in, for a moment.
‘Good morning, Ms Amargo. Oh, sorry. Um,
thanks for coming around.’
‘It’s fine, how can I help you?’
‘Oh, yes. It’s about Joel. He’s in your homeroom
class, right?’ A simple, subtle nd of hear head confirms
the already known fact.
‘I just need to ask you some questions about him,
get some information about the boy. Is there anything you
can tell me about him which isn’t in his file? I’m trying
assess his situation and learning more about him, you
know.’
She looks down for a split second, ‘He seems to
be a troubled young man, he never knew his father, as far
as I can gather. They have it difficult at home, his mother
and him.’
‘Yes, I understand. But, is there anything about
him that you could tell me, about his personality, his
habits in class, his interactions with other students which
seem out of the ordinary?’
‘Mr Carelli, with all due respect, I try not to get
involved with the students on a personal level or pry into
their personal lives. The boy hasn’t been a particular
problem as far as I have noticed. He never caused trouble
in my class. I do believe, however, he was hassled by…the
other boys.’ The hint of sadness in her eyes forces her
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gaze downwards. This appointment seems to be a waste
of precious time.
‘Ok, thank you very much, Ms Amargo. I won’t
take up any more of your time, thank you for coming.’ She
rises from the chair so gracefully, almost soundless, it
makes me wonder if I’d been using chairs wrong for all
these years. Opening the door to exit, her head bowed
down, she pauses and hesitantly turns her head back to
me, her eyes making deep contact with mine, ‘He did
spend time with Mr Johnson, after school, more than once,
you know that?’ I hardly notice her leaving.
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Two weeks have passed. For the most part, they were the
two most unsettling weeks. Life, however, has a way of
carrying on. This past weekend brought an unexpected
surprise. The possibility of a new friendship, maybe more.
The Beach seems to have become a surprisingly active
role player, in my otherwise straightforward life.
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The walk across doesn’t take long. At first glance,
everything is quiet, even after I knock, no response or
sound. As I turn to leave, the office door opens.
‘Oh, hi. It’s you.’ Instantaneously, the good
feelings leave as the door is opened.
‘Yes, it’s me. Do you have a moment?’
‘Not long, I have a class in a couple of minutes,’
he mutters, closing the door behind him.
‘Sure. I was just wondering, Joel, was there
anything else you might have remembered? The thing
with him and the other boys, I’m not really getting
anywhere with it. I was hoping you could shed some more
light or just give me more.’ His questioning stare is
unfamiliar. ‘Only if there’s something else you
remembered in the meantime.’
‘No, Jake, Jacob. I’ll tell you if there’s anything
else. Look, the boy came from a difficult situation, with
his mom and dad, I think you know those details. He
doesn’t have it easy. I try to help where I can. But, no,
there’s nothing apart from that, the other boys were just
being boys. He talks to e from time to time about stuff, I
don’t want to abuse that.’
‘Thanks, okay, I understand, Ryan. Well, have a
good day.’
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The passage way leading back to my office has taken on
a complete, new meaning. How long will I walk down this
corridor without thinking of that day, should I take a
detour? This way is the closest to my office, but I’ve
successfully been avoiding passing that classroom for two
weeks, now. I will have to face it sooner or later.
Passing the room feels like an eternity, like
walking in slow motion. I try not to look, but my eyes are
drawn to the window in the door leading into the class.
For a split second I catch a glimpse of the far side, where
Robert and Gregan where lying, facing each other.
Thankful that there are students and a teacher inside, I
walk on.
Turning the corner, leading to my office, still deep
in thought, the collision with someone jolts me out of my
mind world.
‘Oh, sorry!’ I help the poor boy up from the
ground, ‘You okay?’
‘Sorry, Sir, I didn’t look.’ It’s Joel, I’m taken
aback for a second.
‘No, it’s ok, neither was I. Oh, it’s you, good to
see you! I’m glad you’re back at school.’
‘Thanks, Sir. I just went to the toilet.’
‘Okay. Listen, I want you to come around to my
office. I’d like to talk to you some more. See if you can
come around twelve o’clock, okay?’
‘Okay, Sir, I’ll ask my teacher if it’s okay.’
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‘Just tell your teacher you have to come see me,
they know…’ There is an arrangement amongst the staff
regarding the students who have appointments with me.
Often they are only too happy to let those kids leave their
classes.
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‘Joel, your father, he doesn’t live with you. In your
file it only says that he is absent. Do you want to talk about
him, what happened, where he is?’
‘It’s okay, Sir. I don’t mind. I don’t really know
him. My mom says he left us when I was about four years
old. I remember a little bit. We have some pictures of him,
so, I know what he looks like, or what he used to look like.
We don’t know where he is. But, it’s okay.’
‘So, he doesn’t come around to visit?’
‘No, Sir. I haven’t seen him since he left. My mom
doesn’t like talking about him. She gets annoyed when I
ask her questions about him, so I stopped asking.’
‘I see. So, it’s only you and you mom, at home?’
‘Mmm, mostly. She has a boyfriend. He stays over
some times. Not a lot, just over weekends, sometimes.
But, he’s okay. Oh, and my Grampa and Nan lives around
the corner from us. I visit them, a lot.’
‘Joel, I know this is difficult, but, do you
remember anything about that day, two weeks ago? I
understand it must be very hard for you, but if you can
remember anything about that day, it would really help us
understand what happened. No one else has been able to
give us any helpful information about what happened.’
‘No one?’ He seems surprised at that.
‘No, why? Do you think anyone should know
anything?’ An interesting turn.
‘No, no, Sir. Those boys, Sir, they weren’t
friendly. I mean, Gregan and those other two. I’m not
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happy about what happened, that they died, I mean, but,
they actually hurt some of the other kids. But, nobody
wanted to talk about it.’
‘Why? Why didn’t anybody want to talk about it?’
‘They promised that they would hurt us, even
more, if we told on them.’ I tread carefully.
‘Joel, which other kids did they hurt? You said
they hurt some other kids, too. Who were they?’
‘We don’t really talk about, Sir. If no one else
mentioned it, I probably shouldn’t, either. But…but, I did,
I mean, I did tell…never mind.’
‘What, who did you tell, Joel?’ If he tells me he
spoke to Ryan, we can talk about their conversations. As
it stands, he put his trust in him and telling Joel that I
know, would break his trust in Ryan. That won’t be good.
‘Sir, I think I need to go. I don’t want to miss too
much classes, I’m already behind in my work, but, thanks
for the talk, Sir. It really helps me, a lot. Bye!’ The
abruptness of him finishing our session shouldn’t come as
a surprise. Maybe I pushed too hard.
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passed, his wife thought it wise to sell their home and use
the takings to travel the world, since life passes us so
swiftly. Her and Jonathan were saving up to travel the
world upon retirement, alas, the angel of death had the last
say and Rose wasn’t about to be outdone, as well.
Nevertheless, the hurried sale of the special abode landed
in my lap at exactly the right moment. Over time, I’ve
been able to refurbish my quarters to the dream pad I’d
always imagined.
With its walnut wooden floors and trendy retro
furniture, darkened windows, reaching from the extended
ceiling, this is literally my safe space. To call it a man cave
would be a disservice to this two-bedroom haven, nestled
in an exquisite, yet not-too-big, Spanish-style security
village on the first floor.
Sprawled out on the pièce-de-résistance in my
open-plan lounge, a custom designed, extra deep corner
sofa with its chocolate coloured, microfiber covering, I
allow myself to escape the reality of the past weeks. In the
background, some of the latest news commentary seems
to be the kind of white noise that calms my mind and
permits me to descend into what feels like a pond of
warm, golden honey for an hour or two.
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The text message is from an unidentified number, I hate
those.
-‘is this mister carelli?’
-‘Yes. Who is this?’
No reply from the number. No matter. I am awake,
so might as well catch up on some news. Ever since a
couple of years ago, the rumblings of politics have started
drawing my attention. The intricacies and nuances of
political rivals, the blatant misinformation, deceit and
backstabbing makes for intensely interesting
entertainment. No producer or director could match the
raw savagery of politicians. For a student of the human
psyche, following the dog-eat-dog world of politics and
the different role players, is an absolute, never ending
feast for one’s appetite of personality analyses.
As so often is the case, I find myself still stretched
out in front of the tube, well past midnight, when another
device vibration draws my attention.
-‘hi sir’
-‘If you don’t identify yourself, I will block this
number.’ Negotiating online traffic has taught me to
become decisive with unidentified texts and calls.
Whoever this is, better get to the point.
-‘i am sorry sir. Its Darren. Robert’s younger
brother.’ My body grows cold as I sit up straight.
-‘Robert who?’
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-‘Hilton. Robert Hilton, who died, sir.’ So many
thoughts run through my head at once. Where did he get
my number? How does he know me? Is he also in our
school? Is he younger or older than Robert? Why is he
texting me, especially this time of night?
-‘Ok. It is quite late, what can I help you with,
Darren?’
-‘im sorry, sir. I wanted to talk to you. But im sorry
to bother.’
-‘No, it’s fine, don’t worry.’
-‘I would like to know if I can come to the school
to talk to you. Im still in the primary school.’
-‘How old are you, Darren?’
-‘im 13’
-‘Ok. Let’s not text. If you want to, see if you can
come around to the school and ask at reception for me,
okay? Whenever you want is fine.’
-‘thanx, sir. Gd night’
-‘Good night, Darren.’
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go for an early morning run, get ready early then go to the
office and start my work.
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‘Okay, go around to the small gate on your left,
I’ll come open up!’
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about Robert, I was there, but I had to sit in my room. My
parents said they didn’t want me bothering them while
you were there.’
‘Okay, but how do you know who I am?’
‘I could hear everything you talked about, that day
and when you left I could see you through my window.
My room is right next to the front door.’
‘Right. And my phone number, how did you get
that?’
‘A friend, in this school, she gave it to me.’ I sit
up, who would have my number?
‘Who?’
‘I promised I won’t tell, Sir. She would…I mean,
I promised I won’t tell who it was. But I really wanted to
talk to you, about Robert.’ This boy is clever, changing
the topic without skipping a beat. I’ll play along.
‘You have to give me your word not to give my
number to anyone, right? Or use it for prank calls. And,
no unnecessary texting, please.’
‘Okay, I promise.’ I don’t believe him. This
blonde haired lad is much more street-wise than he likes
to expose.
‘So, Darren, what did you want to talk to me
about?’ I push the file, notepad and pen to one side. He
notices that and seems relieved. I’ll make my notes
afterwards.
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‘It’s about Robert. Sir, before, you know, about
what happened, before it all happened, he was starting to
change.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, Sir, he was actually quite clever, with his
school work, I mean. I used to tease him that he was a
nerd, even though he was older than me, ‘cause he always
did the right thing. But, then he became friends with that
other boy, Greg, Gregan.’
‘In what way did he change, Darren?’
‘Mostly, he changed in the way he acted towards
me. He used to be kind and helped me a lot. But, lately, I
mean, before, he started being more hurtful.’
‘In what way?’
‘He said things, like, I was gay and that I’m
useless. He also started hitting me, not very hard, but hard
enough to hurt.’
‘And how did you react?’
‘At first I thought he was just joking, so I just
laughed, but then he carried on and it became so bad that
we hardly spoke to each other, anymore. I just tried to
avoid him, as much as possible. And it’s not true, Sir, I’m
not gay. I have a girlfriend and I’m not useless.’ Tears
started to well up in his eyes.
‘Okay, Darren. I believe you. Do you miss your
brother?’
‘A lot, Sir…’ As he dropped is head, at first there
was no sound, then the tears and sobs started
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simultaneously, his shoulders jerking up as he gasped for
breath in between his loud, uncontrollable moans of
despair. These moments of clarity is difficult to handle,
it’s heart-wrenching. A part of me wants to reach out and
console the students, when they’re in this kind of despair.
But, the weary part of my brain kicks in and let them
journey through this process, allowing their mind and
body to deal with the heart ache in their own way.
‘Tae you time. If you want to, you there’s a basin
in my bathroom. You can wash your face and drink some
water.’ He simply nods before getting up and disappears
into my bathroom for a minute or two and then seats
himself, again.
‘I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to…’
‘No need to apologise, Darren. Are you feeling
okay?’
‘Yes, thank you. Sir, there was something else I
wanted to tell you. But, I don’t want my parents to
know…’
‘I understand.’
‘Robert, I think, started to smoke. I think it was
weed, Sir.’ He seems more focused.
‘Why do you say that?’
‘Well, actually, I know, because he told me that he
smoked once with Gregan and then asked if I want to join
them. I said no.’ The sun already started making its
appearance and by now, the usual sounds of staff arriving
and opening up classrooms, children starting to move
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along the hallway and the office ladies going about their
business, was apparent.
‘Darren. Looking at the time, I think you probably
need to get going. It was good to talk to you and I’d like
to speak to you some more, if you want to, but, you also
need to get to school. You understand?’ My morning staff
meeting was about to begin.
‘I do, Sir. Thank you. I’ll come round again, if I
can.’
‘Good, I’ll give your parents a call.’
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drawn back Elven fairy, quiet and gentle, yet fiercely
dangerous when her closest one are threatened.
‘Hi, Jaden. How are you?’
‘I’m good, thank you, Sir.’ She answers with her
usual shy smile, seemingly thankful that someone shows
some interest in her. ‘Sir, have you found out anything
about what happened that day, with Joel and the other
boys, I mean.’
‘No, unfortunately not, Jaden. It remains a
mystery.’
‘Can I show you something on my phone, Sir? It
might be nothing, but I thought it might be important for
you to see. It’s a conversation between myself and Joel.
Remember I told you that we were friends, kind of. Well,
we’ve been talking quite a bit, lately and I don’t want him
not to trust me, but I’m worried about him, Sir.’
‘Are you sure you want me to have a look? It’s a
highly personal thing, reading texts on someone else’s
phone, Jaden.’
‘It’s okay, Sir, I want you to read it. I’m really
worried about him.’
‘Let me see…’
-‘hey j. hw u doing?’
-‘cool u’
-‘same, cept, cant sleep’
-‘whts the mtr’
-‘bad dreams, nightmrs’
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-‘wht about?’
-‘death’
-‘that’s horbil. Tell me more’
-‘its bout THAT day. In m dream im held dwn by
smone nd I cnt breathe, thn I wake up’
-‘I cnt even imagine how bad tht mst be. Who holds
you dwn?’
-‘nt sure, maybe G, but u knw hw dreams are, I cn
never remmbr everthng whn I wake up. Thn I strggle 2
breathe even aftr waking.’
-‘im sry, J’
-‘its ok, Jdn, ill surviv I thnk ;-)’
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by any chance?’ A shot in the dark if there ever was such
a thing.
‘Oh, yes, I know him, Sir. He’s friends with Joel.
I know because Joel asked if he can join our chat group.
So, I know him mostly from texting him. Why do you ask,
Sir, is he in trouble?’
‘Oh, no, not at all, I was just wondering, that’s all.
Now, about you situation at home, how are things?’
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Nevertheless, the look on his face could conceal utter
disdain or complete forgiveness.
‘No, I’m good, thanks. Just been super busy, as
you know. I’m sure you haven’t had it easy, either, with
all of the kids and the teachers with all of their…stuff. I’m
sure they’ve been bombarding you with their sad stories.
But, hell, if anyone can help them, it’s you, right?’
‘Not so sure about that, but, I try. Anyways, I just
came here to find out if Joel has been speaking to you,
since after the…event?’
‘Uh, yeah. He has, as a matter of fact. I think he
needs to unload, sometimes, you know. I’m not sure if he
feels he can speak to anyone else… oh, sorry, I didn’t
mean to…but, you know, kids are complicated, you know
that better than me.’ Talking as he moves about in his
office, seemingly busy, eventhough nothing actually gets
done, except his avoidance of eye contact.
‘Could I ask you, what about?’
‘Huh?’
‘What does he talk to you about?’
‘You know better, Jacob. The kids trust us. We
can’t go around spilling their s…their private
conversations with us. Anyway, no, I don’t feel
comfortable discussing his talks with you, besides, there’s
nothing to tell, really. Guess you’re going to have to find
out the hard way, “Extract the information from the
suspect, yourself.”’ His last remark forces a wry smile
from his mouth with a playful, mocking villainess look
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meant to lighten the almost always strained atmosphere
between us.
‘Gotcha, Le Chiffre…’ I feel silly having
reciprocated to his silly movie-reference style answer. At
least there was an attempt to ease the tension. ‘Yeah, sure.
I understand.’
‘Hi, Mr Carelli?’
‘Oh, hi, yes! Can I help you…?’ The startling
greeting almost made me blush as I looked up with my
doorway blocked by a diminutive, female figure, the light
streaming into my office from behind her. Feeling like a
senior citizen, having to squint to make out the image,
clearly.
‘Hi,’ the figure became clearer as the youthful
woman stepped in with confidence, ‘I’m Jenny, Jennifer.’
Stretching out her right hand with her left hand
courteously holding onto her stretched out arm.
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‘Hi, Jenny…Jennifer. How can I help you?’ She
clearly isn’t a student although she couldn’t be much older
than the senior students, here. Dressed in a long suede-
like, cream coloured winter’s coat with four large, black
buttons running down the left side of the coat and a dark,
scarlet beret to cap off this unexpected surprise. Her high
heels and well-groomed hair with a perfect amount of
make-up makes me stand up straight from my chair as I
clumsily knock over my pen-holder, stretching out my
hand to greet her even more clumsily. Now I blush.
‘Um, I’m Jennifer Freude, your new assistant, we
were in contact via e-mail?’
‘Oh, yes, of course! How stupid of me, of course,
so sorry I didn’t recognise you.’ How could I.
Hiding her mouth behind her silky white hand she
chuckles softly, ‘No worries. I’m just glad I could come
in, at last. It’s been a struggle to get everything sorted out
with the department.’
‘Yes, I’m glad too…I mean, I have stacks of work
that I’m behind on and could use all the help I can get.
When can you start?’ The eagerness in my voice makes
me sound like a silly teenager.
‘Anytime, tomorrow morning, I guess, I hope.’
‘Perfect! Yeah, I’ll see you then. Great, looking
forward, be her around eight-ish, if you can.’
Still smiling and with a feint chuckle, she confirms
the next morning’s starting time before exiting my skimpy
office like a girl straight out of a fifties detective show.
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The unexpected guest, or rather, future assistant, has me
excited for all the right and I suppose some wrong reasons,
too. Pretty girl like her, I do hope she has the office skills
to match the look. My day is only halfway and already it’s
been quite eventful.
‘Hi, Sir.’
‘Oh, hi, Joel. Come in, sit. How are you?’ The boy
seems nervous, biting his fingernails. ‘No need to worry,
Joel, I just wanted to catch up with you. You missed our
last two sessions and I didn’t want to pressure you, but I
have to follow up and see how you’re doing.’
‘Oh, thanks, Sir.’ There is a noticeable show of
relief on his face.
‘So, how are you? Have you been coping okay,
back at school?’
‘Yes, thanks, Sir. Everything has been fine. The
teachers are kind and have been helping me catch up all
the work I missed.’
‘And your friends, the other students, how’ve they
been with you?’
‘Most of them have been okay, some have been, I
don’t know, funny…’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Um, kind of nasty, you know, gossiping and
looking at me funny, but, it’s okay, I can deal with it.’
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‘Why do you think they would be nasty? What are
they saying?’
‘Some kids call me KJ…’
‘KJ? What does that mean?’
‘I’ll show you,’ taking out his phone from his
trouser pocket, leaning back slightly to reach it with both
his hands. ‘Here, look at this, Sir. It’s a photo of the inside
of my locker door.’
‘ ”Killer Joe…KJ”, oh, I see. Do you know who
did it, Joel?’
‘No, Sir, I don’t. But, it’s okay, don’t worry about
it too much.’
‘Mmm. Anything else, is there anything else that’s
bothering you?’
‘No, not really.’
‘Joel, I’ve been noticing that you’re out of the
classroom quite often, why?’
‘Um, it’s quite embarrassing, but ever since that
day, I need to go to the toilet more often, you know, to
pee, Sir.’ His embarrassment is clear as he looks straight
down.
‘Oh, I get it. At least I know, now. Joel, something
else has come up. A boy named Darren, Robert’s younger
brother, do you know him?’ His startled look straight at
me comes as a surprise.
‘A little bit, we’ve known each other some time,
but we aren’t close friends, we just talk on the phone,
sometimes.’
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‘Right, no it’s fine, I was just wondering since he
mentioned to me that he knows you and he’s Robert’s
brother, I found it strange that you were friends. But, I
suppose he’s not his brother, right?’
‘Yeah. I mean, I can’t blame him for what his
brother did to me that day…’
‘What, what exactly did his brother do to you,
Joel? I don’t recall you telling me anything about what
Robert did. Do you remember something from that day,
Joel? Has your memory started coming back?’
‘No! I mean, no, Sir. I can’t remember anything.
Can I go to the toilet, please, I have to go…’ and without
a second’s pause he is up, out of the chair and down the
hallway, not to be seen the rest of that day, or the next.
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‘Hi, Kathy. Can I go in? We have a meeting,
remember?’
‘Oh, hi, Jacob. Have a seat, he’ll be with you in a
minute, he’s just on a call.’ I always speculate about that.
Whenever a secretary asks a visitor to ‘take a seat’, I have
to wonder, is the person behind the door really busy, or is
it a mini power play? It often becomes obvious when they
watch too much TV-dramas and get a kick out of trying to
get one over their visitor. Another tell-tale sign is how
they act when one enters their office…
‘You can go in, now, Jacob, he’s ready for you.’
‘Thanks.’
I still knock before entering, force of habit. ‘Good
morning, Mr Mathis.’
‘Hi, Jacob, please, come in! Have a seat.’ He stays
seated, leaning back in his brown leathered, high back
office chair, one of the first replacements he made after
taking over from our previous headmaster, John
McMaster.
‘Thanks.’ The seat opposite the dark haired, well-
groomed gentlemen is cold as I make myself as
comfortable as possible, leaning back and hands crossed
on my lap.
‘Thanks for coming, Jacob. I just wanted to get
some feedback on the um, the events of, you know, that
day. How has your interviews been going?’ Ding!
‘Sure, no problem. It’s been frustrating, to say the
least. Really, there are no concrete answers, nothing I’ve
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uncovered beyond what we know from what we’ve
known since the shooting and what we know from the
police report. Some teachers have spoken to me, mostly
about how they struggle to deal with their own fears and,
you know, their sadness, emotions. Same with the kids.
They have so many questions. Of course, a lot of
speculation and gossiping, but, nothing worth taking
seriously.’ Float like a butterfly.
‘Which teachers have come to see you?’ Jab.
‘Excuse me?’ Duck.
‘Which of the teachers have had sessions with
you, you know, spoken to you about what happened?’ Jab.
‘Well, Sir. Unfortunately, when it comes to the
staff, there is a strict confidentiality agreement, but, you
know that. I’m afraid I can’t discuss any of the staff or our
sessions with anyone, not even you, sorry.’ Jab.
‘I see. But, I simply mean, ‘Which of the staff did
you have sessions with. I don’t need to know the
details…’ Jab.
‘I’m sorry, Sir, even that, I can’t discuss that. It’s
all confidential.’ Jab, duck.
‘I get it. The boy, Joel, anything you could find out
from him?’ The tone of the discussion slowly changing.
‘Um, no, not much. He doesn’t seem to remember
much, actually, he doesn’t remember anything, according
to him. I've been trying really hard to help him remember,
but…’ Retreat.
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‘You have a new assistant, right?’ Looking
straight at me. Brace.
‘Yes? She came in this morning, she’s starting
tomorrow. Why do you ask?’ Jab.
‘So, you should have more time to get to the
bottom of this? I’m sorry to have to put you under
pressure, Jacob, but we need to get some answers, here.
The parents want answers, the education department is
turning up the heat, as well. I need to give these people
some feedback.’ Jab.
‘My job is to help, not pressure them into coming
up with answers. I’m not an interrogator.’ Punch.
The icy stare from the opposite the large, glass
covered mahogany desk, does more than its fair share of
intimidating.
‘Have you spoken to the kid’s mom?’ Jab.
‘Which kid?’ Duck, jab.
‘The boy, Joel. Have you spoken to his mom, yet?
Maybe she has some answers.’ Jab.
‘I’ve been around there, she didn’t really want to
talk, I didn’t push. I’ll be going around there, again, to see
if she can help. Maybe she feels better, now.’ Duck.
‘Let me know when you’ve seen her, give me
some feedback. Or, do the parents also have a
confidentiality agreement?’ Punch.
‘No, no, they don’t.’ Ugh!
‘Okay, well, let me know when there is some
progress, soon, if that’s fine with you.’ Stumbling back.
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Still leaning back in his chair I realise I’ve given
up my stance, sitting on the edge of my chair, defending
for all I can. Damn!
‘Will do.’ Out for the count.
‘Mrs Davids?’
‘Hi, can I help’
‘Hi, Ma’am. It’s Jacob Carelli, from the school,
Joel’s school, I’m the school therapist. I was there some
weeks ago. I was just wondering if I can come around,
again, some time?’
‘I guess so, when? I’ll try to make sure Joel is here
when you come around.’
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‘Well, actually, Ma’am, I wanted to talk to you,
not Joel, if that’s okay? What about this afternoon? Would
that be okay?’
‘I work till late, I don’t think that could work…’
‘I honestly don’t mind coming in the evening, I
really need to speak with you, Mrs Davids, I won’t be
long, either.’ Silence.
‘Okay, I guess, come around after six, tonight.
Please don’t be late.’ Click.
‘Great, thank y…’ Sure.
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‘Oh, okay, thanks…’
‘Only a pleasure. Sorry to be waiting outside your
home, I was early, didn’t want to upset your evening
routine. Hi, Joel.’
‘Hi, Sir.’ Only a slight glance from the teenager to
acknowledge me.
‘Come in, just put those anywhere, on the kitchen
floor is fine.’
‘Good thing the shop is close, right?’ My attempts
to lighten the obvious strained atmosphere fails miserably.
‘Yeah, good thing.’ The sarcasm drips freely.
‘Must I take the receipt to school, again, Ma?’
‘Yeah, um, don’t worry, I’ll…okay, yes, just do
the same as last week. Go to your room, now, Joel. Your
teacher and I need to talk. Let’s sit here, just take that
blanket of the chair.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Well, I really need to still get tonight’s supper
going. What can I do for you, Mr …’
‘Carelli, but, you can call me Jacob, if you want
to…okay, well, I really wanted to talk to you about Joel
and the time of the shooting. Unfortunately, we’re not
getting very far with unravelling the events of the day and
I was wondering if you had any information, anything at
all you can tell me about the days preceding, before the
event. How was Joel feeling? Was he upset about
anything? Did he mention anything to you? Was there
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anything or anybody troubling him that you might know
of? Anything at all that could help us?’
Her eyes avoid mine and looks sad as she takes a
deep drag and blows the smoke into the air away from me
for what seems like an eternity. Staring into nothingness,
her lips tight, start talking as if controlled by some
external force, with her only a vessel, carrying years’ hurt.
‘Mr Carelli, Jacob,’ her eyes now locking into mine, ‘I
have always done as much as I possibly knew how, to look
after my kid. Sure, he’s not perfect and I’m not the best
mom, no surprise there, but I do my best.’
‘Ma’am, I didn’t mean to imply that…’
‘Joel had been talking about some boys bullying
him. At school, you know, personally as well as sending
nasty texts on his phone. I don’t know quite what they did
or said, but, you know, kids are kids, I don’t like getting
involved in their business, besides, he was adamant he
could deal with it and didn’t want me to speak to, um, to
the school about it.’
‘So, you wanted to bring it under our attention? It
was that bad?’
‘Maybe if you teachers pay more attention to these
things, it could have been stopped before…I just mean,
more should be done by the school, parents can only do
so much.’
‘Ma’am, we can only do something when we
know about it. When students and parents don’t inform us
we seldom know that these things are happening.’
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‘J…Mr Mathis. I told him.’ The cigarette in her
hand glowing red at the tip as she drags deep, with eyes
looking into eternity.
‘Excuse me, Ma’am? Did you say that you told Mr
Mathis, the school principal, about it?’
‘Maybe, I can’t remember, maybe I mentioned
something to him in passing. Look, I need to get busy with
our supper. Thanks for coming by, we really need to get
busy, schoolwork and all.’ Standing up and ushering me
out with no choice in the matter.
‘We’ll be in touch…’
‘Okay, thanks, now, please go.’
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