Fifth Harmony Imagines

A.B °Crimson°

A/n
I wrote this for my creative writing class so I changed the name to Ally's. It's sucky and ignore any mistakes. Hope you like it.
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The ringing of the alarm clock stirred Ally out of her sleep. She slowly pulled herself out of the bed, her bare feet meeting the cold wooden floor causing her to retract her feet back on the bed under the covers. It had been a long night of studying for the big english today that is 40% of the student’s grade. Moments later she got up and pulled her sleep shirt over her head, discarding it into her pile of clothes. She pulled on her jeans and sweatshirt and made her way to the small hall bathroom to clean her face and straighten her hair, which was blonde and black. It was like there was two sides of her, one you did not want to meet, and one everyone loved. Her brown glowed gold under the dim bathroom light a she sat in the sink to get closer to the mirror. Once ready, she slid on her burgundy Vans and grabbed the key to her Ford F-100 1965 that stood outside taunting her younger sister’s little play truck. She made her way outside as the air filled with mist that was causing the grass to become slick. She carefully made her way to her truck and climbed in, starting it. The sound of it revving caused chills to run down her spine and a smile to spill over her emotionless face. The roar soon calmed as she pulled out of the driveway onto the rocky, bumpy road, to soon be met by the smooth grey pavement, marked by yellow stipes.

    She stopped at McDonalds to grab a hot chocolate and a small fry. Ally drove the hour to get to campus. Upon arrival she noticed the small amount of time she had to get to class, which was placed across the campus. She drank the hot liquid and stuffed her mouth with the salty fries. She grabbed her bag and slid her phone in the back pocket of her worn out jeans. She swiftly walked across campus, connecting eyes with a tall boy with brown hair and dark eyes. Holding a magazine with the images of weapons printed on the front. Shaking her head Ally shook off the thought as the bell rang showing that she was yet again, for the 3rd time this week, tardy. Great. She made her way into the class and she quietly made her way to the only empty seat, dead center in the front. No one sat there, it was the most dreaded seat in the class. She shook off the thoughts in her head as she pulled out her notes and put her phone on silent, but keeping it out on her desk.

    School went by fairly quickly as she mostly played on her phone. She had three papers due the next morning and had work from 3pm to 9pm tonight. Stress was taking over her body as she drove the hour to get home, playing music loudly with the windows down, keeping the burning tears from escaping her now almost green eyes. Once in her small town she decided to go to her mom’s work and hang out awhile. She walked into the office, the cold air caused her to shiver for a second as she sat at the desk where her mother works at. “How was school baby?” Her mother asked. She just shrugged and sat her phone face down on the desk. “I have 3 papers due tomorrow and I don’t even know how i’m gonna get it done. I have work tonight and i’m exhausted.” The younger girl said and let out a small sigh. “Well I can help if you’d like” Ally nodded at the opportunity. The small conversation soon died as she made her way out of the office minutes later. Pushing the door, only to find out it was the wrong side causing her to walk into the door. She dropped her head and let out a small giggle as she made her way to her truck. She smiled as it roared and pulled off as it calmed, like a tamed horse after finishing the pattern.

    The next few days went by quickly. She would always see the tall, brown haired boy alone. Whenever he would talk he would get cut off; even in class, which is odd. She would push the thought and go on with her week. Friday, in her opinion, the worst day of the week. 6 hours of classes, usually tests in each one, and for at least one of her classes; she would have a project due the next class period. Thankfully, she asked for the night off at work so she could catch up on some things. Maybe even ride her horse to hopefully make the stress roll off her shoulders. She made her way to her first period, she was quickly distracted as the tall boy pulled a big jacket on that made it past his knees. She once again started walking and once she made it to class she walked quickly to the back sitting in an empty seat. Her class went slow as a small feeling in her stomach soon erupted into a really bad feeling. She pushed it off as the class ended and she walked to her next class, psychology. She sat in her normal seat and started taking notes. About halfway through the class, a loud bang rang out in the courtyard. Pushing the thought aside, she continued working. The sound of glass shattering and the floor trembled caused the class to become curious. After a moment, the teacher walked to the door and peeked out. A small gasp fell off his lips, quickly locking the door, shutting off the lights and turning facing the class. “Get under your desks and stay quiet. No one speaks, nobody moves. Got it?” He managed to speak out while taking another look out the window.

    The students nodded and did as they were told. Ally grabbed her phone from the top of her desk and slid back under the desk, pulling the chair close to her. She quickly texted her mom, dad, and siblings that had a phone. Multiple gunshots echoed the halls. The door’s window shattered, the class held in screams as a hand reached in and opened the door. The teacher stood frozen in fear as the boy with dark brown hair and dark eyes made his way in. His white sneakers now slightly tinted red as a bullet flew into the skull of the teacher. They boy was carrying two pistols on his belt, holding a MP 7 in his gloved hands and a 12 gauge shotgun was slung over his shoulder. Students quickly cowered to the back of the class as the boy shot two students, killing them, and injuring six others. He kept an eye on the class as he went to reload. His hands trembled causing him to drop the magazine clip. “Run” Ally mumbled, but loud enough to be heard. Nobody dared to move. “Run goddamnit!” she said it again, they listened. Suddenly the 19 year old stood face to face with the boy. Hoping and praying that she would be able to stop this before it got worse. Her breathing almost came to a stop when his hot breath fell over her face, the intoxicating smell of Hennessy and Budweiser caused her to gag internally and take a step back.

    Her breathing soon became uneven as the feeling of cold metal met her forehead as the 9mm Taurus was placed against the pale that rested above her darkened eyes.. She surprisingly stayed calm and looked at the boy. Opening her mouth to speak only to be silenced by the loud ringing in her ears as the bullet grazed the side of her head in a matter of seconds. Why he didn’t kill her then and there, no one would know. Not even her.

    “M-Marcus, is it?” She stumbled on her words but soon seeing the boy nod, she continued. “Do you wanna talk? I will listen, i’m here… why are you doing this Marcus? Who hurt you?” They boy took in every word and took in her voice as it echoed in his head, over and over again.

“D-Don’t lie to me.. I know you’re like one of them. I hear them talking..They won’t stop talking..the voices won’t get out of my head! I didn’t want to do this..they made me..It’s too late now? Right?” They boy cried out. Ally hesitantly reached her hand up wiping the warm tears from his pale cheeks. His cracked lips quivered as she began speaking again to the feared boy.

“Marcus I want to help...Please let me help you.. I can make it stop. I- you can stop this..” They boy pressed the warm metal against the younger girl’s arm, pulling the trigger, the warm soon turned to boiling hot as she screamed out, the crimson colored fluid stained the side of her shirt, her hands shook as she let out a shaky, pain filled whimper.

“Get out before I shoot you and your family will have to come and pick your damn brains up. Your family is outside. Don’t say anything..” He warned and she nods running out and down the long hall. Blood stained on the floor, bodies here and there, glass shattered and bullet casings cover the floor like snow in Illinois.

    She froze at the end of the hall as a gunshot echoed the halls, a thud following. Her eyes clamped shut hoping she was going to wake up at some point. She made her way down the stairs and to the front door. Holding up her uninjured arm, showing she was unarmed. Walking out into the cold crisp air she looked around. Strobing lights flashed in her face, paramedics rushed to her before she could get to finding her family. They poked at her arm examining it causing her to curse out at them. They mumble a quick apology. They pulled her to the ambulance and helped her on. She denied any help until she got to her family.

    They send out a cop and minutes late 8 people ran up to the ambulance. The young girl opened her mouth to speak but was quickly yelling out as they pressed gauze to her wound. Before she could speak, interviewers surrounded her, police ushered them away and she began to speak.

    “He killed two of my friends..Lauren and Dinah… He almost killed me..He was scared and h-he was gonna kill me.. He’s d-dead..he killed himself in the Psychology room….He had a lot of guns….” Ally cried out, her hands shook and her body shivered.

    Day after day, she wouldn’t speak, smile, or get up from her bed. Whenever she would go out, she was questioned, asked for details of what happened. Night terrors took over her dreams and she would wake up screaming. Her body soon became skinny, she became weak and she felt as if she could have helped the boy. She felt that it was her fault. She saw the signs, she just didn’t take any action to help him. She could have told the school counselor but she didn’t. Her life was known as a horror story to many, but to others, she was known as a hero., a savior, everything she wouldn’t dare call herself. She knew the signs, she saw the signs, she didn’t take action. It wasn’t her fault, but she felt it was. She wanted to speak out, so after months of thinking and deciding, she spoke out. It wasn’t her fault, but she could have stopped it.