Hey guys! This is a different fanfic that I started that doesn't follow Secrets Kept or 25 Years! Please enjoy...I will try to keep this Teen but no promises...But like always I love reviews and feedback!

Slowly I walked through the pools of blood; the sickening bitter taste filled my mouth as I moved. Even the metallic sent wafted into my nose as I held back my own sickness from the scene in front of me. All my friends…how?...Why? I listened to the squish of my footsteps through the halls. I needed to see…I had to see…is she dead? Will she live? Can she ever forgive me? I stopped as I heard movement. I couldn't dare let out a breath for fear they who did this was still here. Why couldn't I just run…but my anger, fear and sadness wouldn't let me. I raised my hands to force them into fists as they shook. I needed to be brave, by my heavy breathing betrayed me. I heard laughter as the footsteps moved closers. "There is still one breathing." The voice said as I felt my heart stop. They wouldn't kill me? I was like them…I was normal…or I was hoping that's how they would see me. I didn't want this to happen…why couldn't life work in my favor?

Soon the footsteps died and my breathing slowly returned as I moved towards a corner to peer around it. Is there something there I can see? I peered around to see her on her knees crying as a man stood over her. He had a gun to her head…she stared at the floor as he stood behind her execution style. I wanted to run to her to help her, but as soon as I tried to play hero I felt a sharp pain through my stomach. I looked down to see a sword.

"You should have been worried about me little normie," A soft voice whispered in my ear before my vision started to fade…the only thing I could think about was her…her voice…her smile…as a gunshot went off and my vision faded to black.

"Jackson! Get up time for school!" Sydney yelled from downstairs tapping her foot impatiently at her son, "I know Holt was up all night, but you were not! Let's go!"

Jackson jumped a little startled by his dream…it felt so real…like. He quickly felt his stomach…no sword. But he couldn't shake that feeling that something was going to happen…and it wasn't going to end well…for anyone.