A boy never forgot about the things that made him crazy. He just watched them burn.

Just when you think everything is okay, it isn't.

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

"How could you ever love someone who causes you so much pain?" This is the continuation of "The Chase"

dreams. they can be beautiful. ︎︎︎©2013