Snapping back my cold gaze to look at my surroundings. Brianna, the preppy girl with light platinum blonde hair, a tight miniskirt hugging her petite waist paired with a white blouse to top it all off. Walking with Avery, her boyfriend, he was every teenage girls "dream-boy". Wavy dark chestnut brown hair, bright icy blue eyes, tanned skin, funny in a charming sarcastic way. They were such the cliche, gorgeous high school couple cute, flirty, sexually active- just everything I wanted, everything I thought I had.

Tears slipping from my pale green eyes, quickly wiping away my tears before anyone could see. Ducking my head down walking shakily into the school, it felt the same but yet it didn't. It's likely because HE wasn't here nor would he ever be. A few students glancing at me then slinking back into the shadows like angry Gremlins whispering to each other.

Continuing on my way walking towards the office, being halted by the memorial for all the students that passed, of course, HE wasn't there everyone hated him, they hated me too. All those kids if I hadn't done something he wouldn't have stopped, he mercilessly slaughtered them all because of who they are. Dammit, why? That's all I could ever ask for from him now, why did he hurt those people was it just easier? It didn't make my life easier, I thought you were happy- maybe like I was helping you finally recover from the abuse.

Justin, dead now, Casey, gone, everyone, I thought we hated, that I thought I hated. I actually feel myself breaking now that I finally realize that they're gone. I couldn't live in that delusion anymore that they weren't dead, that this was all some stupid dream I was having. This was real, I was there, I saw it with my own two eyes. The blood leaking from the bullet wounds in their heads, torsos, or legs.

A soft touch pulling me from my traumatized state, gasping turning back only to see a girl in a wheelchair. Shelly the only person aside from me who got hit with a bullet and survived, though she ended up paralyzed in the end. Her once long blonde hair now a dull black bob cut, wearing jeans over her paralyzed legs, and a graphic anime t-shirt. Shelly looked at me a dark glare on her freckled face, she then spat at me.

After a few minutes of me standing frozen in shock, she pushed me back away from the memorial onto the cold concrete flooring. Everyone in the hallway just stared at the scene in pure shock, a few didn't seem surprised actually enjoying the scene in front of them. Then Shelly spoke up "You did this to me! You fucking did it!" flinching back sinking down onto the floor. I felt numb, not able to react, pausing once I heard a voice.

Eventually, the crowd began scattering away, the school counselor, Mr. Johansen walked over gently helping me up onto my now extremely hurt leg, stumbling a little. He brought me back to his office to get my schedule figured out, talk about how my summer went if I was any better then when I was getting wheeled out of the school of nightmares. Numbly going along with him, I didn't want to come off as rude but I just wasn't in the mood for talking about me and my personal life along with my feelings.

After what seemed like forever of just plainly talking, well more like Mr. Johansen trying to get me to open up like we had before I was scared, I was finally ready to go back into my 11th-grade year of high school. I numbly limped my way through the school towards my first period: Biology.