Broken Timelines

Part 2

Y/N stands alone in the empty corridor, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leans against the wall, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to process what just happened.

Y/N: (whispering to himself) What have I done? What the fuck have I done?

He slides down the wall, sinking to the floor, his head in his hands. Tears well up in his eyes, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

Y/N: (tearfully) I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the weight of his actions presses down on him.

Y/N: (whispering) I'm so fucked up. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep hurting people.

He looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination.

Y/N: (resolutely) I have to make this right. Somehow, I have to make this right.

Y/N sits in Principal Wells' office, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to maintain his composure. The room is filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the ticking of a clock on the wall.

Principal Wells: (sighs) Y/N, I need to understand what happened in the bathroom.

Y/N: (looking down) I... I don't know where to start.

Principal Wells: (leaning forward) Start from the beginning. What led to you having a gun in the bathroom?

Y/N: (voice shaking) It's complicated. I've been under a lot of pressure. My family, school, everything... It's all been too much.

Principal Wells: (nodding) I understand that you've been going through a tough time, but that doesn't justify your actions.

Y/N: (tearfully) I know. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just wanted to be left alone.

Principal Wells: (softly) Y/N, you need to talk to someone about this. You can't keep bottling up your emotions.

Y/N: (whispering) I'm scared, Principal Wells. I'm scared of what I might do next.

Principal Wells: (concerned) We need to get you some help. You can't keep going on like this.

Y/N: (nodding) I know. I just don't know where to turn.

Principal Wells: (standing up) I'll make some calls. We'll find you the help you need. But you have to promise me you'll stay away from any more trouble.

Y/N: (looking up) I promise. I just want to make things right.

Principal Wells: (sighs) Alright. We'll take this one step at a time. For now, go home and rest. We'll talk more tomorrow.

Y/N stands up, his shoulders slumped, and walks towards the door. He pauses for a moment, looking back at Principal Wells.

Y/N: (softly) Thank you.

Principal Wells: (nodding) Take care of yourself, Y/N.

Y/N sits in the dimly lit park near Blackwell Academy, his head in his hands. The cool evening air does little to soothe his troubled mind. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaches, and he looks up to see his friends, Jade and Logan, walking towards him.

Jade: (concerned) Y/N, what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Logan: (nodding) Yeah, man. You okay?

Y/N: (sighs) I don't even know where to start.

Jade: (sitting down next to him) Start from the beginning. What happened?

Y/N: (looking down) It's about Rachel Amber. I think I know something about what happened to her.

Logan: (whispering) Shit, Y/N. That's heavy. What do you know?