Dreams (Poofless AU) [Slow Updates]

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Brandon's POV

Heavy music blared though my ears as I walked into school, also known as prison. God, why do I even bother coming to school anymore? It's not the same anymore, hell I used to sort of enjoy this place because I got to see him and my friends.

Nostalgia hit me as I memories of that night came to mind. I could feel the tears starting to dwell in my eyes as I opened up my locker. I can't think about him now, it's been two years already. Shouldn't I be over him? Shouldn't I be worried about not being able to afford college instead of his welcoming voice?

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. At first I didn't realize the gravity of the situation. I ignored the pitiful looks people gave me. I pretended that what happened didn't happen. What actually happened that night?

With the materials I needed for class I shut my locker and walked amongst the other students. I looked at their happy faces and their carefree attitude and felt disgusted. How could you forget him? Why are all of you acting like he was never a friend towards any of you?

Because they've moved on Brandon, they haven't forgotten. They've done something I could never do, they moved on with their life.

Life is too unfair, he put anyone and everyone before himself. I'm torturing myself by thinking about him aren't I? For God's sake I'm a fucking Senior, I should be skipping school and partying so hard I forget my own name.

A soft tap of my shoulder made me turn around to see er I believe his name was Preston? The two boys behind him were bickering like an old married couple. I paused my music and took my earphones off.

"Hey Brandon."

"Sup Preston."

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

I nodded and followed Preston over towards an empty corner, near the vending machine. Anxiety bubbled in me as I waited for Preston to talk. I noticed his appearance, he was fumbling with his hands and he was shaking a bit.

Why is he so nervous to talk to me? Aren't popular people supposed to be smooth talkers or whatever?

"This might sound weird but...Rob told me to tell you thank you."

The sound of his name brought chills to my skin. If I wasn't stable before I sure as hell am not now. I ran away from Preston, ignoring his calls for me.

I need to get away, I need to get away fast. My legs burned from how hard and how fast I was running, I never was one for sports.

My feet came to a stop at the back of the school. I looked around and saw that I was at the same place that I was a couple days ago. The flowers that I had saved JJ and Ethan sat on the grass.

I plopped down near the flowers and stared at them. Numbness choked me as I felt my heart in my thoart. Tears dropped landed on the flowers with a soft dripping sound.

Rob, are you thanking me for what I did that night? Please don't thank me, I barely did anything. I tried Rob, I really tried. I still have those marks around my waist from the chains. It hurts, I watched something that no one should ever watch.

I watched my best friend die in front of me.

A/N: I repeat this will be a HEAVY story. So please take caution.

#DreamLand