Jake and Me.

Chapter 1: The Incident.

Gabriella Anderson
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(2 Months Ago)

I awake to see myself lying on the floor. An unbearable pain was coming from my side. I made myself get up, even though I had just been shot myself, I needed to get me and Dylan out of here. I ran over to Dylan seeing he too had been shot..in the chest.

"Get up dylan, get up!!", I yelled, trying to get him to stand up. He was bleeding profusely.

"Gabi, please get out of here I can't move...", Dylan says through pained gasps.

"No Dylan! That's not an option!!! I'm not leaving you!!!", I yelled as another gunshot rang through my ear.

"Gabi you are hurt yourself. Get out of here before you die.", he says gripping my hand tightly.

"..d-dylan I can't..", I sobbed.

"Gabi...look at me...please...go...", he says.

Just then Dylan starts coughing. His breaths become ragged.

"Dylan...no no! Stay awake!!", I say gripping his hand tighter.

"I...l-love you Gabi....", he says, his hand loosening grip before falling to his side quietly.

I cupped his cheek. He's can't be gone... he's not... gone. I hugged Dylan tightly. He was not dead...he can't be dead.

I stood up, and walked to the door before, my sight getting fuzzy. Then im hit with complete darkness.

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"Gabi?", a faint voice says.

I open my eyes to see my mother standing beside me holding my hand. I look around to see a bright white room.

I look at mom, "where...am i?"

"Your in the hospital honey...do you remember what happened...?"

"I-i....w-where's dy-dylan??", I say sitting up.

My mom lays me back down, "honey, Dylan is dead..."

"NO...HE'S NOT...HE'S NOT DEAD...", I cried into my moms arms.

I didnt want to believe that this was happening to me. There was not a school shooting, im not in the hospital, Dylan is not dead, this is all just a dream. But deep down, I knew he was gone.

Dylan was my best friend, our parents had been friends since we were 2. He was my everything, my partner in crime.

Now he's gone....

The celebration of life for the 14 kids, and 3 teachers was hard for me. But Dylan's funeral hurt me the most.

I couldn't stand to see his body...his face...and know, he's not alive. He's never coming back. I collapsed in tears after seeing him in his casket.

"w-why am I still here, a-and your dead!?!?", I sobbed, my fists hitting the ground.

My mother had to come help me up. I didn't go to school for the rest of the school year after that. Our school shut down for the last 2 months. Nobody could bare to come to school.

For those 2 months, I went to counseling and therapy. As I needed someone to confide in.

I never got over Dylan's death. It followed me everywhere I went. Every little thing seemed to remind me about him. Little did I know my life was about to change....again..

During this summer, my mother decided we needed a fresh start, with new faces and opportunities. So she looked everywhere for amazing paying jobs, finally finding one.

Which landed us right in Chicago, Illinois.