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  Holy shit. I overslept again, my sister was peering into my room. "Hurry up, Lauren. Dad will be mad at us if you don't hurry." She said quickly, before shutting my door, and her footsteps were quick as they went down the stairs of the house.

I slowly got up, the faint light of my phone was glowing, a notification was on the front.

  1 Unread Message from Mani

Mani: Hey, u awake? Did u hear the gun fire? There was a huge riot in the street!

Lauren: I didn't hear shit besides my brother's obnoxious snoring through a whole wall.

Mani: This is serious, Lo.

Lauren: Who was apart of it?

Mani: They have two suspects from the rebels, but my goodness. They said they had to b more than that. It sounded so awful, and there was so much screaming.

Lauren: Well, I'm sure my dad will get to the bottom of it, if anything. Don't worry, as long as you didn't get hurt.

Mani: I didn't, but there were 12 injured, and 3 dead. Ally. She was injured in it.

Lauren: What the actual hell? Ally? Really? She said God protected her from everything, seems like his body really went missing and dodged a bullet.

Mani: Omg, laur. Stop.

Lauren: I know, what hospital is she at? We'll have to visit her after school.

Mani: Yea, we will.

I let out a sigh, I didn't want to go to school anymore, the feeling worn me out, thinking of the anxiety inducing mess where I have to go face to face with my fears, and struggles to be perfect so everyone else can be happy. Where my parents can proudly say that I have good grades, dating the star quarterback. But it wasn't that easy.

Especially when you get the butterflies around a girl who's perfect. That swirls down into the bottom of the endless pit that's your stomach, realizing you'll never be allowed with her. Not for a second, and not an eternity.

When there's a stabbing pain in your chest, begging to stop aching, yet it never will. It'll never try to stop. It's there, subconsciously, you feel it. Each breath you take, it's there, reminding you of all the ways that you won't be able to love another person again. Reminding you of your pass. Reminding you that life is just a game of chess, which nobody plays fair.

When your stomach constantly aches, like there's something you're forgetting. Something that's missing. Your whole word is no longer apart of the universe, you're  in your own lane, yet you still can't keep up with pace of the traffic. That's the scariest part about it all.

I finally got dressed, trying to take the unsettling thoughts out of my head, wearing a casual outfit. A black t-shirt with white and black plaid pants which barely covered the top of the vans. I went down the stairs, the haunting memory was still in my head, I wanted it to be the same as yesterday morning, but it never will be.

Camila's POV
I was already in the car, tapping on the wheel anxiously, knowing I was screwed instantly. I messed up, but why did I ever care? I've always messed up, but just- this situation, had my own heart aching. So many pe- No, no. I can't. My hand turned the volume up, a song came on the radio and my heart beat faster and faster as it jammed to the quaking music in my ear, shaking my head, I needed something stronger.

Something that could take my mind off of this. That would help this insane feeling. I feared the worry trying to shake it off, the butterflies in my stomach crashing to its bottom, you know. The bad kind of butterflies. When they make your face go white, and your heart stop completely, and the whole world stop on its axis. Roaring at you, to make you stop being wreck less, but it never helps.