Woso oneshot part 2

I see you in my reflection 2

Tw: guns school shooting death blood self harm description of death murder panic attack if there's any I've missed sorry

"The bravest thing I ever did was continue my life when I wanted to die." — Juliette Lewis

"If you love someone, you say it. You say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by." — Mark Sloan

Six hours later, you are on your way back to Leah's. It was just going to be Beth, Viv, you, and Leah having dinner tonight after you're planning on watching a movie called *The Fallout*. You have no clue what it's about, but it's apparently meant to be good. It's cold outside, not too cold, but still cold. The car comes to a stop. Finally, you get out of the car and run to the door. Leah walks up the stairs as slowly as possible, finally opening the door. You run in, running straight to the kitchen. Leah had agreed to let you help with dinner. It's called marry me chicken. It takes about 45 minutes to cook.

"Right, get all the ingredients out, and we can start cooking," Leah says, pulling out all the ingredients: 30 g of plain flour, 4 chicken breasts, 125 g sundried tomatoes in oil (drained and roughly chopped), 3 tbsp oil (reserved), 1 red onion (finely chopped), 3 garlic cloves (crushed or finely grated), ½ - 1 tsp chili flakes (to taste), 2-3 thyme or oregano sprigs (leaves picked), or 1 tsp mixed dried herbs, 150 ml of double cream, 250 ml of chicken stock, 35 g parmesan (grated), 8-10 basil leaves (torn), and lemon wedges.

Halfway through making it, there is a knock at the door before Leah can say anything. You run to the door. Beth and Viv are just standing there. "Come in," you say, taking off their shoes and coats. You all walk back into the kitchen where Leah is still doing stuff for the food. "How was media day?" You just shrug your shoulders at that.

"Boring, mainly they all ask the same question, just in a different way," you reply. Beth and Vivian just shake their heads. You have said multiple times that you don't like media days. This is only the second one you've done, but you still have the same opinion: "Yeah, they do that a lot apart from a few, and since you couldn't do any work today, you need to do a bit more tomorrow." The only downside of living with Beth and Vivian is that they make you do schoolwork. It's the most boring thing.

"What if I don't do any more schoolwork?" you ask.

Viv loses it at your shoes, saying that no matter what you are doing, the work is still there.

You just accept your fate. "Can someone call my phone? I've lost it. It's aging." Leah holds your phone up and says, "Thank you." Opening your phone, there is a text from your dad.

Dad:
"Hey kid, I know we haven't spoken in a bit, but I thought I would text you and see how you are doing. Also, Max and Missy want to know if you are going to be home this summer for their birthday."

You:
"Hey Dad, I'm doing good. I don't think I'm going to be able to make it home this summer, but tell Max and Missy that I miss them and I wish I could be there, but I can't. I'll send them presents."

Dad:
"It's okay, kid. You don't have to apologize. I know why you don't want to come back, but they wanted to know if you were able to come. It's good to hear that you're doing well. I have to go. The twins need to be dropped off at your grandma's house."

You:
"I'll text you later. I love you too."

"Who are you texting?" Leah asks as she finishes cooking.

"My dad was asking if I was going home this summer." In the time the team had, knowing you've only ever said that you lived in America, you dodged any other questions, so at one point they all just left it, seeing that you didn't want to talk about it before you got there. "Are you going home this summer?" they asked.

"No, I think I'm just going to go to another country," you told them.

They all nodded. "What country are you thinking of going to?"

You had thought about this a lot. "I was thinking Norway, Sweden, Spain, or the Netherlands. I've always wanted to go to those countries." When you said "Netherlands," Viv smiled a bit for the next 45 minutes. You all talked for 20 minutes before the food was done. It was time for the movie.

The movie starts with a girl sitting on the toilet. Three minutes later, she walks to the bathroom. Viv and Beth are sitting next to each other, and Leah is in the middle. On the end, exactly seven minutes in, it sounds like a door banging and screaming more. It feels like your heart is about to pound out of your chest. A lump in your throat starts to form.

Blood everywhere, screaming, bullets.

"I can't breathe." The second you say that, all three of them are beside you. Vivian lifts you up and places you in her lap. "Copy my breathing pattern."

"Y/N, I'm scared." The door slams open.

"They didn't do anything wrong; it should have been me." Your breathing isn't slowing down. "They didn't deserve it; we were just kids." Beth is now standing behind you, kind of trapping you like a burrito. "Copy my breathing, kid." You try your best to copy her breathing, eventually doing so.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Your head is still on Vivian's chest.

"I'm a twin... was a twin."The shock on their faces was something. "We were identical. Lucy was 1 minute and 25 seconds older than me. She always would use that or say it was the best time of her life." Tears were falling down your face. The girls said nothing, so you continued. "When we were 4, we moved from California to New York. Our next-door neighbors had a girl our age. Her name was Lily. She had green eyes, brown hair, and was a little bit taller than us. We became inseparable. We were in the same class. It was grade 6; we were in 4th period English with Miss Cooper. We sat at the back of her class."

"Today we are learning about Romeo and Juliet." Lily is to the left of you, and Lucy is to the right. "Lily, give me a pencil; I've forgotten mine again."

"We were 12 minutes into the class when the first shots could be heard two doors down from us. The screams for help were horrifying. We did everything they said to do. He was down with that class fast. He moved to the one next to us. There was a door connecting both classrooms together. We didn't barricade it."

The sound of the door crashing open startles everyone. Before anyone can do anything, he's shooting randomly all over, and in 2 minutes, he's gone.

"Lily was on the ground. She was in a pool of blood. He shot her 6 times; 2 of them hit her left lung. I tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. Her lungs were filling up with blood. Her beautiful face was covered in blood. She was scared. I could tell because of the way her eyes looked. She would get that look when she was scared. Lucy laid her head on my shoulder. She had been shot once, between her chest and shoulder. I remember Lily's eyes starting to shut. I remember saying, 'Come on, Lily, keep your eyes open for me. Keep them open.' I remember her last words so clearly: 'Y/N, it's okay. It's okay. Go be a superstar, win all the trophies. Don't give up on your dream.' There was another round of shots. The color in her eyes was gone. She was gone."

"No, no, no, Lily, don't leave me. Please don't leave me." Armed police rush through the door. "Everyone show hands."

"I don't really remember much about how I got from the classroom to the ambulance. I remember the paramedic saying that I had been shot 3 times. I didn't even know that I had been shot. I was in shock. I remember the sirens. I remember them asking questions, getting wheeled into the ER. I was next to Lucy. I remember her heart monitor. I didn't know what it meant except that she was alive. Within 2 minutes of being there, she flatlined. They tried to get her back, but they couldn't. 14:25 was her time of death. A piece of the bullet had made its way to her heart. They were dead, and I wasn't. After that, I turned to self-harm and other things. I wanted to be with them. It wasn't until about 2 months after it all that it sank in that I had lost my twin sister and my first love in the same day