things change ; d.s

Chapter Three

I couldn't comprehend anything. Corbyn? As in my smol bean? I felt eyes burn through me, mostly everyone in this room knows I am head over heels in love this band, meaning they know who Corbyn Besson is.

All of a sudden it hit me. Corbyn was dead, he was gone. No more of him ever in my life, or anyone's. I broke down into a full sob, my heart throbbed. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the class, not looking back. Not caring. I have to leave, suddenly I grow angry, I throw my bag to the ground and sprint- sprint down the stairs and to the first floor, past the office and through the doors I walked through earlier that day.

I ran down the schools driveway and took a right, to the woods. I ran deep in the woods to my hiding place- where I went to calm down and be alone.

Once I reached the small treehouse I climb up the ladder, crawl to the corner and start to cry. I cry for everyone who died. I cried for their families and friends. And I cried for myself.

My heart started to grow empty, not knowing what to do I lay down and curl into a ball and fall asleep, hoping to forget everything in the morning.

I wake up and I'm not where I remember falling asleep, I'm in my bed room. I sit up, "Macy, sweetie" my mom says rushing to my side. "You had me scared to death- I didn't know where you were. I got a call from the school and.." she spoke to me as tears flooded my vision, "do you-u even know-w what happened?" I interupt, "wh- what no honey, I don't." I swallowed before saying "he died mom," she tilted her head, confused. "Corbyn- he died."

"Macy, I don't know who that is," I looked her in the eyes, "Corbyn Besson mom, Why Don't We. He got shot." I cried, my voice weakening at he end, my mom furrowed her eye brows and shook her head slightly, almost trying to forget what I had just said.

She looked to her right and waved someone into the room, "Macy- honey here is the young man who found you- in um the woods," I glance over, wiping my eyes to clear my vision. I see a figure in black looking at me, face red, cheeks wet.

That face is very familiar, I shake my head, "why is this so hard? Why? Why? Why? Why?" I repeat. I slam my head into my pillow, I hear a door close and a hand is on my back.

I take a deep breath and look up to see him sitting on the bed to my left. "He's gone," I whisper, he nods. "Yeah, he is" I turn my body to face him. I wrap my arms around him, I rub circles in his back and allow him to cry into my shoulder. His warm breath up against my bare skin, he is breathing slowly- attempting to calm down. After a few moments we pull away, "wow," I start, "you're Daniel Seavey."