My crying subsided. My heart beating fast. What did he just say?

I looked up into John's soaking wet face. He looked like he had been crying, but now he wasn't. He stared into my eyes.

"D-did you just- say-," I stuttered, there's no way. 

"I love you," John repeated, looking into my eyes.

No, that's not possible. I'm district twelve. Hes well known. Hes handsome, and kind. He does not want some idiot like me. Does he? The thunder boomed overhead, but I didn't flinch. I was too deep in thought. I looked back at his eyes. He looked pitiful and desperate. I wanted this- But there was no way.

"I-I'm sorry," John stuttered, looking away.

I didn't know what to say, so I just wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. John looked at me in surprise. I don't think I've ever hugged him before. It felt so nice to hug someone back for once. I rested my head on his chest for a moment.

"I'm sorry, this is terrible timing, we shouldn't be talking about this. I'm sorry, I know you don't like me," John said, blurting it out.

"You don't have to apologize to me, apologize to Hercules. He needs you now," I said quietly, letting go of him.

John nodded, looking relieved to end the conversation. I watched him walk over to Hercules and Arnold. I hugged my legs and flinched at the thunder and wind. I desperately wanted to be in John's arms, I wanted to lean on his shoulder. But a friend just died, that's more important. But the thought of John loving me pushed its way into my thoughts every time I tried to think about Lafayette;

Lafayette, the brave hero. he was so selfless, sacrificing his life for us. But does John really like me? Lafayette will always be remembered, by generations. I would make him a monument. Carve it myself out of that huge rock by the fence around district twelve. I really want to be with John, but there is no way. No, possibility. Marquis de Lafayette, the whole capitol should be mourning his death right now.

I shuddered as even more rain started pouring down. Then the entire forest was lifted into the air.

It seemed as if every single tree was lifted into the sky as the harshest part of the storm reached where we where hiding. I stared, wide eyed, at the trees. John was already at my side, pulling me up. We had to find a cave, or we would all die. I heard a canon go off in the distance, someone was probably just smashed.

John pulled me through the forest of flying trees, Hercules and Arnold followed. John spotted a cave, and dragged me towards it. Before we reached the entrance, a terrible image flashed before my eyes.

I was on the beach, again, and the palm tree flew straight at James. But this time there wasn't James, this time it was John. John got smashed by the tree, and was sent flying into a stone wall. I screamed and ran over to him. He was pinned by the tree to the wall, and blood spilled from his mouth.

"JOHN!" I shouted.

I grabbed his face in my hands.

"No no no," I said.

 I felt around his neck, but I couldn't find a pulse. I stared in horror at his dead body. Then I looked around, tears streaming down my cheeks. I saw Lafayette, Jefferson holding a knife in his hands and slicing Lafayette's throat. Blood splattered the white sand. Then Jefferson laughed, and dissolved into the hurricane. 

I then saw Hercules, shouting at Lafayette to wake up, tears rolling down his face into the already soaking wet sand. A rock went flying, and smashed into Hercules's skull.

"NO!" I shouted, turning back to John.

John was gone. I was probably crying as much as this hurricane.

I looked back towards Lafayette and Hercules, but they where both gone too. Suddenly, all I could see was Johns scarf. I snapped out of my daze and looked around, I caught a glimpse of trees flying through the sky and smashing into the ground. John was running with me in his arms. He looked determined and worried

He noticed I was looking at him and he looked into my eyes, his face an expression of deep worry. I never thought anyone would look that way at me. With such worry, so much care, so much love.

Then another image of him flashed before my eyes. I was looking out a street flooded with water, hundreds of bodies floating down the street in murky brown water. I looked carefully at the bodies, and suddenly, one stood out from them all. It was John.

"NO NO NO!" I shouted, and ran down towards the flooded streets.

I stopped at the edge of the street, I was too afraid to step into the water. I was always afraid. I was never the tough person I seemed to be on the outside, I used to be a talkative excited kid. Enthusiastic. Brave. Now I was a mess, a useless mess, that nobody wanted around.

Then I saw John again, carrying me through the storm, the sky suddenly turned gray and I realized we must have entered the cave. I heard screams, but before I could see what happened, More images came.

John, dead on the beach. John, stabbed by a Schuyler. John, flying through the sky, then smashing into a flying billboard. John crashing into a building. Blood. Death. Screams. I couldn't take it anymore.

I let out the loudest scream I possibly could, and flung my hands up to my ears.

"MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed.

More images flooded into my mind, more of John, of death, of a yellow sky splattered with Johns blood. Lafayette dead beside John. Lafayette getting impaled by a spear. Lafayette, Hercules and John floating in the mass of dead bodies down the streets.

And in every single vision I saw, I was able to do nothing. I stood there, staring at my dead friends. 

Now I was probably crying even more then the hurricane.

I held Johns dead body in my arms. Lafayette tried to help me pick John's body up, then he got smashed with a piece of wood. Me, unable to move, as John wailed for help. Me, watching Lafayette get smashed. Me, watching Hercules suffer without me going to help. The face f Jefferson, an evil grin on his face.

"MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!" I screeched, but nothing happened. 

Death. Blood. Rain. Tears. John. Bodies. Lafayette. Knives. Yellow sky. 

"Please," I said more quietly. "Please."

More and more images kept flooding my mind. there was no escape.

"Please, help me..." I whimpered desperately. "Please help... John."

I saw multiple images of John, just his face, covered in blood. I reached out with one hand towards his bleeding face. 

"John..Please...make it stop, help me...John," I whispered, barely audible.

Then I was back on the beach, like nothing ever happened. It was a warm day, people smiling, laughing. I felt suddenly young again, like the happy energetic person I used to be. Then I noticed John was there, and Hercules and Lafayette and James and mother. I smiled at them.

Right before a concrete building fell on top of them.

I gasped, I didn't know it was ever possible to cry more then I currently was, but somehow I did. Then, above the screams, the blood, the wind, the rain, the death, I heard one very clear thing echo through my head.

"I love you Alex, you'll be fine, its fine, I love you."

I wanted to get to his voice. I wanted to get to John. I wanted so desperately to be with him right now, but he was't here. Nobody was here. It was me on a bloodstained beach, alone, screams echoing through my head.

"Shhh, its fine," Johns soothing voice said.

I shuddered, flinching as thunder boomed. I suddenly sat on the beach again. Now, even though nothing happened yet, I was scared of this beach. The sand kept becoming red with blood before my eyes. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at sand the same way again. But nothing bad happened on the beach. I sat down on the sand, and all of the sudden John was there.

The sight of him made me continue to cry, and of course, as thunder boomed overhead, John died again. 

The visions didn't stop.