Mistakes Made ✅

Chapter 24: Full Disclosure

Drew that cuz I'm a good author who promises y'all a good ending 🤗

IM SORRY THAT THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER BUT IT IS AND I PROMISE YOU THAT IT IS PROMISING

But yeah. An epilogue after this :')

Dusk was already creeping around the corner by the time Errol returned to town, the bitter weather of mid-November hanging low in the air. He'd shivered like an earthquake after getting out of the train. For all he cared, he could've stayed inside and let the train take him wherever its next destination was. Though, as much as he wanted to, he willed the vulnerable side of him – basically where his rationale was implanted – to lead the way.

He'd come back feeling like he actually had a purpose – an objective – that needed to be achieved. Regardless of the fact that he didn't have a single clue as to what it was, something had definitely been stirred inside him, as though someone had poured an energy boost into his system.

Today was all about neglecting the intrusive thoughts that tried to exercise some controls over his brain. Today was all about following his intuition. Errol might not have a decent idea on what it was, considering his gut feelings had a natural tendency to be ambiguous at times. But all he had in his pocket right now was the strength of will. He could only cling to that purpose at the moment – and hopefully it will last overnight.

The parlour appeared deserted for a Sunday evening, which was rare. Abeela didn't have any shifts that day, so Errol simply walked past the place.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, his spirits plunged when he saw that his phone had died. A tiny part of him willed him to return to Jordie's apartment, but the more sagacious, decent part of him advised him otherwise. I can survive without my phone's help, he told himself.

Errol paused in his tracks for a second when a sudden realisation struck him. The rally, he thought, his eyes scanning the vicinity as though a clue might manifest itself out of nowhere. He recalled Pelham Nixon handing him a flyer about the anti-bullying campaign just the previous month. He did read up the details on the venue and the date, yet he hadn't quite committed the venue to his memory. Everything had felt disconnected back then, but now ...

"The rally is today," he muttered, suddenly realising what date of the day it was. Within him, a spark was rekindled, shooting to his nerves. And now he felt that purpose like it was a tangible matter. He looked around him, just trying to look for something. Anything.

Screw it, he thought, walking down the street. If nothing was going to give him any answers, then he would have to find them himself. For one thing, he knew that the rally wouldn't be at school, since it was for the public. He remembered that as much. Somewhere public ...

He'd been walking for ten minutes before he saw a group of adolescents wearing yellow hoodies milling about the parking lot of a shopping mall. Some of them were carying papers – flyers, he realised – and were handing them out to people who were entering the mall. Of course, he thought, jogging towards the entrance.