Some Say the World Will End in Fire |l.s.|

seven

It's been a month since I lashed out at Harry, and I've been doing better. I'm getting less flashbacks and hallucinations, and I've managed to force myself into the class where it happened, and now I think it's all getting back to normal. Harry and mum have laid off of me, as well, knowing that I'm moving on.

Me and Harry have been going out a lot recently, and nothing's happened like it did at the fair. We don't mention that, though, because Harry knows I don't want to talk about it anymore than I have to. It's been two months since that day, so the school has pretty much moved on. There's a dedicated are of the campus where people bring flowers and the names of the killed are carved into a rock, but other than that, there's no sign that it ever happened.

Next week is Halloween, so the dance is tonight and me and Harry are getting ready in my bathroom. We've decided to go as Tom and Jerry, just to make it easy, and we both love that show anyways so it works out. It's no question who is who, just by taking one look. I'm obviously Jerry since I'm smaller and he's Tom because he's as tall as giraffe.

"This is humiliating," he says as he puts the gray cat ears on.

"It's cute," I chuckle, adjusting them to look less crooked before putting my own on. "C'mon, the dance starts in ten minutes."

"You know I hate dances," he groans.

"You hate everything, you big baby," I roll my eyes. "It'll be fun, I promise."

"I don't believe you."

"You're still going," I say, pulling him out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

"Aww, you two are just the most precious couple!" mum says excitedly, holding a camera up.

"See, I told you," I say to Harry.

"You really sided with him?" Harry asks my mum. She loves Harry so much, even if she was slightly skeptical about him at first.

"He's right, I'm afraid," she sighs. "Now stand still and smile, I need photos." After the pictures are taken, we drive there and I choose to listen to Halloween music on the way there, obviously. We get there, music blasting from the gym as purple and green lights shine through the windows. We walk in to see a lit up room full of dancing teenagers, with balloons and confetti everywhere. Some Halloween type remix is playing right now, and I pull Harry towards the dance floor immediately.

"You know I don't dance," he says.

"You are the most negative person I've ever met, just dance with me," I yell over the music. We dance, although it's less dancing and more jumping and screaming the lyrics to each other, for half an hour when I get a little hot. "I'm so hot in this."

"What do you expect when you pick onesies?" he yells as I pull him towards the snack table, where the crowd dies down a bit. "You think there's anything in the punch?"

"How should I know?" I ask.

"Fingers crossed," he shrugs, taking a sip and frowning in disappointment when he finds out it hasn't been spiked. "They chose shit snacks," he says, motioning towards the pretzels and plain potato chips in giant bowls. He's right, not even a piece of candy in sight.

"Alright you gouls and guys," the dj yells, making the most generic Halloween play on words to even be said. "Let's get the couples on the floor for a slow dance!" he yells, everyone cheering.

"Ooh! Let's go!" I say, turning around just as a girl walks into me. She's got on a white dress and a headband to match, but it's ruined when the red punch she was once holding is now covering the both of us as she falls right on top of me. It's all too familiar, blood covering us as a body lays on top of me. I've been here before, I know what happens next. I push her off, getting up and backing away slowly.

I bump into another chest, turning around quickly to see a guy with a black suit and sunglasses on. I look down and when I see the gun in his hand, I freeze. My heart is beating faster than ever, and looking down at the gun to my blood-stained onesie, I can feel my stomach turning. I look around frantically to see a trash can in the hallway, and I run for it quickly, making it just fast enough to puke right into it.

The smell is so disgusting, and I turn around to see the guy with the gun looking at me weirdly. I panic, running for the doors as quickly as I can, and when I get outside, all I can see is dead bodies laying all across the ground in front of the school. I can't breathe, I try to run but my feet won't move, my body and my hands won't budge. I'm stuck where I am when I see Anthony walking up to me. He's got a gun to my head, walking closer and closer until I can feel it on my chest, and yet I still can't move.

"This is your fault, Louis. You should be dead, not them! If you would have just helped me, I would have never killed anyone!" he screams. I want to apologize a million times, to beg him to leave me alone, but I can't say anything when I hear the gunshot. He's shot me, and I feel the blood running down my face as he holds the gun to himself. It's pointed at his head, and I want so badly to stop him, but it's too late.

He shoots it, his brains exploding onto the ground as he falls. I look down to see the girl laying down, eyes open and staring at me once again.

"Louis!" I hear, feeling a hand on my shoulder. I inhale sharply, turning around and breathing and moving for the first time in what felt like days. I look at him, but all I can think about is the everything I just saw. I turn around, still unable to breathe, and see that the girl is gone. "Louis, can you here me? I need you to answer me," he says.

"Harry!" I yell, hugging him immediately and burying my head in his shoulder. "He shot me, Harry!" I panic, reaching for my head and looking at my hands to find no blood on them.

"Breathe, Louis! Breathe," he says, and I can't make a full intake of air.

"He-he s-shot-"

"Louis, calm down, love. Just breathe, you're okay. He's gone, you're okay," he repeats, hugging me again. I can't calm down, though. I clutch to his back, sobbing through uneven breaths and shaking my head, keeping my eyes shut in hopes of not seeing those eyes looking at me again.

"I saw it, there's b-blood and, h-h-he, I s-saw it," I cry.

"Darling, look at me," he says, and I do because his voice is the only thing I want to hear right now. "Follow my breathing. Don't think about anything else but my breathing, okay?" I nod, and I follow along. It takes five minutes to catch my breath, and ten to fully calm down. I may be calm, but I still see those eyes, looking right back at me.