•the thirty-first•

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I pressed my face in the dusty pillow as all the emotions waved over me. All of a sudden it became all too much for me. normally i should cry, let all my anger out. Normally I didn't want to cry. Now it's the other way around. I didn't cry... didn't freak out. I was calm, too calm for me to be normal.

Shawn sat on the ground on the other side of the room. For him, it was like i was just tired.

I am tired... another kind of tired.

"Go to sleep"
I just nogged, but he probably didn't even saw it from that distance.
i never can fall asleep.

This whole school shooting stuff is already a big problem... now i have a problem with Shawn and there is a crazy voice in the back of my mind. Well great...

Shawn fell asleep immediately.

Good just one weight from my shoulders.

And as like i needed to be sure he was safe and sleeping i fell asleep too.

*The nightmare*

My breath lowered.
"Don't do this". I picked up the riffel.
"Do it... do it Lilia" the second shooter whispered, standing behind me breathing down my shoulder.
"Kill him". he nogged at the sleeping Shawn. hair fell in front of his face, arms folded under his head.
"I can't".
"This is the most easy way i can give you".
"I can't kill him he is too innocent".
"Innocent?"
"He did nothing wrong".
"he raped your friend... he is destroyed a fault by himself".
"It wasn't his fault he tried not to get himself killed he loved a girl...".
"Sure he did it for that girl he loved... just like Demian killed Ava... everything that we do is out of love... what would you do for love?".
"Notting i PROMISE myself that i won't love ever again I'll only hurt myself more".
"Kill him". he Pressed the gun against the side of my head.
"No"
"Kill or be killed, Lilia". Reached for the trigger. "No, wait! I'll do it".
"Do what?" He asked, teasing.
"I'll kill him".
"Kill who?".
"I'll kill him... I'll kill Shawn". I pulled the trigger from the riffle. Shawn's chest stopped heaving and fall i know he was dead... i killed him

Fuck...

I fall to my knees. Dropped the riffle in shock.
"Good that's one mess". the shooter took the gun from my head.
I stood up. Took the riffel and swung to him. It went straight thought his body like he was a ghost.
"Why did you made me do this!?".
All of a sudden he disappeared. Like fog... just washed away.
"I'll find you" Shawn's voice whispered in my head. I spun my head to Shawn's body. But it was still lifeless.
"don't look at my body I'm here in your head now".
He sounded like a creep. I kept looking at his dead body. Suddenly he 'woke up' he was like a zombie alive but dead.
He ran away stumbled against the wall.

*end nightmare *

The sound of Shawn running up the wall was a reflection of the gunshot

the thirty-first one more less...

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