Through Hard Times. (Fantastic Foursome Fanfiction)

Don't Ever Wanna Be Here

Melanie’s POV

I awoke to a burning sensation on my arm and pulled away, my head spinning. Wha? What happened?

“Don’t move.” A shaky voice muttered, weakly pulling me back. I opened my eyes and saw Victor’s face hovering over mine, though his eyes were trained downward. I followed his gaze and tried not to vomit as I saw the source of the burning sensation. I clamped my eyes shut and immediately looked away, my breaths coming out short. Oh, God. Oh, GOD. The image of the festering sore on my right arm was imprinted on the inside of my lids. I felt a slight pressure on it and tried pulling away more, my blood screaming.

“Don’t move.” Victor repeated and I bit my lip, freezing. The pressure retreated and I looked up to see Victor crouching in front of me, his eyes closed as he took deep breaths. I sat up and looked at my arm, seeing his white shirt tied around it, though already soaked in what I could only assume was puss.

I tried to think of what happened. How I got here. That part was all blocked out. Like a whole in my mind. I went back as far as I could remember and then it hall hit me like semi. Louis. Alex.

Louis.

Alex.

Dead.

A rush of tears immediately started falling from my eyes. Dead. Both of them. They can’t be. They can’t, Oh, no. Oh, GOD no. I brought my knees up to my chest and tried to breathe, though everything was closing in on me. I clamped my eyes shots as gunshots rang in my ears, their pale flashing in front of me.

They’re dead. They are. There’s no use lying. They are. Theyaretheyaretheyare. Deaddeaddeaddead. That word echoed around me, tormenting me.

Dead. Both of them.

Louis. My dad. My hero. Coach. Best friend. I thought about my twins, never knowing who he was. Never seeing his warm smile, feeling his bear hugs, hearing his advice. All on me. I have to raise them both without him. I shook my head. I can’t. I can’t do that. Why is he gone? He can’t be gone! My heart split in two, physical pain crashing through me.

Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. He’s gone. He’s not coming back. Gone. I’ll never see him again. I’ll never hear his voice again. Feel his skin again. Gone. He’s gone. Gone. Dead. Gone. I tried focusing on my breathing, keeping my heart steady. One two one two. Breathe. Breathe. But the word echoed around me. Gone. One two one two. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. One two one two. Dead. Dead and gone. One two dammit! Gone. Gone. I felt my heart race as sweat spattered my forehead. One one one two two two. Gone. Gone. Dead. Gone. Dead. Dead. Dead.

“Melanie!” I snapped my head over to Victor and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out as my throat closed. Gone. Dead. Gone. Dead. One two one two one two. “Melanie, calm down okay? Just breathe, breathe, nice and easy.”

“One two one two one two.” I croaked, my voice spilling out rapidly. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Everything started to darken around me as I felt lightheaded.

“Melanie! C’mon, you got this! One, in. Two, out. One. Two. In. Out.” One… Two… One… Two…

Gone…

Dead…

Gone…

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My eyes slowly opened as everything seemed fuzzy. I now purposefully blocked out L-louis’ and Alex’s death. That’s not what I need right now. I need to stay calm. Stay calm and relaxed and breathe. Just breathe. Nice and easy.

“Victor…?” I asked uneasily, my body aching. I looked around and saw him sitting back against a stone wall, shirtless, his head in his hands.