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That was five years ago.

I now lie on the bathroom floor of Blackwell Academy, truly alone and bleeding out from a bullet wound in my stomach. The cold, harsh tiles jabbed into my ribs when I plummeted to the ground, my world crashing around me. I hear the gun clatter to the floor before Nathan freezes in place.

"Oh... Shit! No, no, no, no..." I feel him shaking me, but it's far away.

My main concern is the pain. The excruciating, burning pain. I feel the wetness of my blood soaking through my top and feel sick. So this is how I die?

Wait... Is that... Someone crying? I recognise it from what feels like years and years ago. I struggle to keep my eyes open, the blackness beginning to creep into the edges of my vision. I look to where the noise if coming from, clenching my teeth at the pain and trying to cancel out Nathan's frantic cries.

Then there she is, poking her head around the last cubicle door. The person I least expect to see.

"M..." I gulp, croaking out her name. "Max?"

Her eyes are red and puffy as tears stream down her face.

"I ' m

s o

s o r r y

. . ."

I am confused and very, very scared as my vision fades.