Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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A/N this is super long so make sure you takes breaks. I'll have a message for you guys in an authors note following this. Enjoy :) <3
Everyone inevitably loses someone special in their lifetime - there's no stopping death or grief. Sometimes it's friends and sometimes it's family, but even friends can turn into family. And then there's how that person left; was it a peaceful descent, the last few minutes filled with love? or was it a painful one, a path filled with terror and agony?
The friends you make in your life either stick around or don't - there's no inbetween, and the friends that do stick around become family.
That's what this friendship was.
It was a family made of five teens that didn't have their own families to rely on and only each other. A family made of love and cherished moments. People that held you when you couldn't stand, and supported you even in your worst moments - and god forbid this group had a lot. A family that stood by each other even in the face of death, or should we say a gun. Either way, they stand up and fight even if it puts themselves at risk.
That's what made these people family.
And it is what will always make them family.
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"Where are they?! Where are they?!" A disheveled, young man burst through the doors of the hospital - not even a couple months since he was last here- startling people of all natures. They stared at him with anguish, annoyance, shock or even sympathy.
The nurse simply pointed in the direction, already expecting him and he wasted no time with his partner on his heel. They swerved through people, knocking into others carelessly with an apology falling out of their mouths. And before long they made it, their bodies halting as they looked at the scene.
Two boys sat in identical metal chairs, side by side, covered in mayhem. Tear stained cheeks turned downwards, they traced the tiled floor with their red eyes, ignoring the people trying to talk to them.
One sat with blood caking his school shirt, a cloth held tightly between his fingers, drenched. His snow, white hair dulled even beneath the bright lights and streaks of red smeared his face.
Another sat with his hands clenched together, blood beneath his nails and on his fingertips. His shirt was ripped at the bottom, a jagged edge left behind just like his heart. He also sported streaks of red across his face.
The cautious man stepped forward, his legs growing heavier as he grew nearer to their distressed bodies. Thoughts slashed through his head but he forced them to still as he lowered himself into a squat before them.
