John Pov
I walked down the school hallway. No one was there.

Something felt...
off.

I turned a corner and saw Alex at his locker. He closed and and turned to me.

"I'm dead because of you." He said.

"W-what?" I choked.

"It's your fucking fault I was murdered. I thought we were supposed to be there for each other John. Where were you?"
He growled, looking me up and down, arms crossed.

My eye twitched. "I d-don't understa-"

"SHUT UP!" He shouted.

He pointed to the other side of the hall. I hesitantly walked forward and looked at the next hall over.

I saw Alex hanging from the ceiling. Tears streamed down my face.

Three men appeared behind him.
I easily knew that one of them was Peter.

"You did this to me. I should be alive." He hissed.

"W- what? N-no, I-"

"Its your fault." All four of them said in unison.

"It's my fault." I whispered.

~~

I bolted out of my bed, panting heavily.

Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Was that a dream?

It felt so real.
Everything seems too real now. I picked up my phone and checked the time.

The light from my phone made me squint my eyes and I read the time. 7:50 am.

Well shit.
School starts at 8:15.

I jumped out of bed, ripping my pants up and pulling a shirt on. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs and sprinted out the door.

As I ran down the road, I rolled up the cuffs of my jeans. I finally hit the School property and I slowed my pace to a jog.

Peggy was at the gates. "John! The pep rally is today!" She squealed.

"Yeah. I know." I said, breathing heavily.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"I fucking hate running." I muttered.
She snickered.

"Shut up." I said.

We walked in the school together.
I walked into my science class and sat down.

It's your fault.

"The pep rally for Alex is today. It'll occur in second period." Mr.Franklin said.

Dead because of you.

I tapped my pencil on my leg, running my hand through my short blond hair.

Where were you?

I felt like I was going to puke. My insides felt like they were going to puke. My eyes felt like they were gonna puke. My nose felt like it was gon-

I puked.

I got up and ran to the back of the classroom and puked in the trashcan. Mr.Franklin rushed to my aid.

"John, are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine. Can I just...go to the bathroom for a second?" I asked.

He looked concerned but nodded. I walked outside the class and leaned on some lockers. I let my head rest against it as well.

Alex I'm trying my best.
I'm trying to be strong for you but it's so fucking hard.
I miss you.
I miss your smile.

God your smile.
I'd do anything to make you smile again.

I slid down the floor and brought my knees to my chest. I cried softly. "John?" A voice said.

I looked up and sniffled. "Alex?" I asked.

He sat down next to me. "Don't-I hate-when-cry." He said his voice doing that stupid flicker.

I buried my head back in my knees. "Go away. I wanna be alone." I said, my voice muffled.

I heard sneakers walking down the hall. "You alright John?" Thomas asked as he walked by.

"Like you'd give two fucks." I growled. "God why do you have to be such a loser?" He muttered, obviously thinking I couldn't hear him.

Bitch I definitely heard you.

At that pep rally I'm going to fucking whip some ass that's been deserving it for some time. Then at the real big thing that the whole town is going to, I'm going to fucking show everyone.

They'll all be sorry.
They'll finally understand what it felt like to be
beat up,
bullied,
and then have to go through the emotional terror that I'm going through.

They'll all see.
They'll all be sorry for how they treated Alex and I.