"I got this," he says and picks up speed. I see the sparkles dancing in his hand, and when he gets to the door and opens it he shoots the sparkles in every direction. The things drop, and I watch not able to do anything. All of a sudden Kellin is there, he hands me my knife and darts past me to fight. We all start killing the things as fast as possible, so that they can't get inside or hurt anyone. I hear a scream of agony and see that Kellin has accidentally stabbed Magic and in the process of trying to save him Kellin let his guard down. I see that they have become over run by the things.

       "NO! YOU WILL NOT HURT THEM!" I scream flying toward the skirmish. I leap and stab anything that's moving, while watching to make sure my friends are not injured. I scream curses and let loose every cuss word I know. I scream and feel tears flowing down my face. There's like forty azoms and kizoms, and I can't break the numbers. "SOMEBODY HELP!" the words rip out of me. Red, Alex, Warren, Brandon, Max, Zoe, and a few others show up all wielding some form of weapon. They attack with me. All of us have one mission, and that's to save the people under this mass. After maybe thirty minutes there's only a few azoms and kizoms left. I stab them, and when I see my two friends I grab them and yank them out of the mass. Only Magic appears hurt, but Kellin looks horrified at what just happened. In all honesty it looks like he's scarred for life. He takes two steps, and that's when I see the huge gash in his arm. I almost panic, but I force it away. I need to be strong for the both of them because if I panic they'll panic. I walk over, grab Kellin's arm, inspect the wound, and drop his arm. I scoop Magic into my arms even though he's heavy and carry him to the medical room. Kellin follows me like I expected, and I have the medics check them both out. I turn to go find out what other casualties there were when someone carries Max in. On his side is a huge gash, and if it went any deeper his insides would be spilling all over the floor. I suck in a deep breath and turn to continue what I was going to do. When I walk out I see the group of kids not injured standing at the door watching intently inside. Red, Warren, and Alex show up, and when they see the tears in my eyes they reach for my knife. I shake my head and walk past them. Well, I at least try, but they stop me and wrap me in a group hug. I let out a sob, and then they let me go. I slip past them and walk out to where the battle happened. I see two other fallen kids, and I walk over to check for a pulse. Upon finding that they are alive, but unconscious I pick them up and carry them inside. One over each shoulder. I make sure I have a firm grip as I start walking for the infirmary. I hear the pained screams and attempt to block them out, but it's in vain as the agonized screams only get louder. I deposit the two other kids and walk out of the room. I head straight down the stairs and to the bathroom where I lost my cool. When I walk in I see the blood has dried and not been cleaned up. I sigh and walk past it into the stall. I do my business and before I finish Warren, Red, and Alex burst in.

       "Delilah, stop!" Warren screams.

       "Um, do you mind?" I ask.

       "Mind what?" Red asks.

       "I'm using the bathroom. Can you like leave please?" I ask politely.

       "Oh, um, we thought you were...yeah," Warren says. I flush the toilet and walk out. They all are blushing, and Alex goes chameleon mode. I can tell by the looks on the boys' faces that they wish they could too.

       "Your faces are priceless," I say doubling over in laughter. They glare at me, then Warren rubs the back of his neck. I laugh even harder as they walk out. "You won't live this down boys!" I call after them. Red flips me off, and I laugh harder. As I wash my hands I see the scabs on my wrists and think back to that day. I shake my head, dry my hands off, and walk into the other room to sleep. I don't care that it's like three in the afternoon I just want today to be over. I lay down, but every time I shut my eyes I see the wounded, and those I almost lost today. I won't be able to sleep for a while now. I sigh and sit up. I may as well go to the infirmary and help out. I roll to my feet and walk in the general direction. When I arrive I make myself useful however I can, and when I can't do anything more I go outside and pile the things up. I pour gasoline all over them and set them on fire. It's basically like a bonfire, but it's made out of dead things instead. I would imagine the air smells horrible, but most of my senses have gone to sleep or they aren't working. I'm not sure, but the tears that want to flow can't because the fire's so hot. The air probably reeks of rotten things, as if something dead has been decaying, but I can't smell it past my stuffy nose. After maybe an hour the warm happy fire goes out, and I turn and walk inside out of the chilly breeze that's picked up outside. The agonized screams hit my ears instantly, and I begin to cry silently.

       "They got hurt because of me. I shouldn't have let anyone help or asked them for help," I think to myself. "I'm not a good leader. Maybe someone else should take over. I'm worthless." At least no one can hear my thoughts. I slump down against the cold, marble wall.

       "Hey, Delilah," the voice makes me jump from surprise.

       "Hey, Calvin. What're you doing up?" I ask trying to hide the frustration and sadness in my voice. I succeed because he doesn't seem to notice.

       "They finally let me out. The medics needed the space, and the screams were hurting my ears and driving me insane," he says. At those words my throat constricts, my eyes well with tears, and a silent sob shakes my body. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks while sitting down next to me. His eyes, voice, and face are all filled with concern and worry.

       "I..." my voice trails off as my throat constricts.

       "Come on, you can talk to me," he says wrapping his arm around me in a friendly, comforting gesture.

       "It's all my fault that those people got hurt. I never should've let them help. I never should've asked for help. Maybe someone else should be leader because I can't protect my friends. I'm worthless," I voice my thoughts from earlier, and a sob racks my body.

       "No, it's not. Don't talk like that. We all have bad days. Today could've happened to anyone. Today was far from your fault," Calvin says patting my shoulder as I awkwardly cry into his shoulder.

       "Yes, it is! I should've been watching what was going on and helping not just doing my own thing! Now a few of my friends are injured, some seriously, and a few kids I don't even know almost died! I risked lives when I shouldn't have!" I practically scream for everyone to hear. I let loose an agonized scream of my own, but mine is agonized because my heart is hurting from today. Not physically of course, but it could be physical. The scream is high pitched, and it's loud enough that Calvin has to cover his ears.

       "Two things. One as I said you couldn't have done anything. Two I came out here to get away from screams that hurt my ears so please don't do that again," he says with a small smile.

       "Whatever, I give up arguing. You win. I apologize for the scream though. I just did that out of frustration," I grumble. I wipe at the tears on my face, and then I wipe at my nose to make sure I don't have any snot there. After I do that I sit up realizing I've basically been using poor Calvin as a pillow to cry on. "I'm sorry about that," I mumble gesturing to the wet spot on his shirt.

       "Don't worry about it. You good now?" he asks.

       "I'm okay. I have break downs every now and then. I used to struggle with depression issues. I thought I was over them, but apparently I'm not," I say with a small smile.

       "Don't worry about it. Everyone has depression," he says with a small smile. I offer him a hand to help him up, but he shakes his head. "I think I prefer the floor at the moment."

       "Aw, come on. I sleep on a carpeted floor that I'd be willing to share....especially since I'll be alone tonight," I mumble the last part, so he can't hear it.

       "Can't you just drag me? I mean you carried my heavy butt to the infirmary that one day," he asks with a smile.

       "I could try, but it might hurt your healing wounds," I say.

       "Meh, not really. They're basically healed as it is," he says extending his hands.

       "Okay, but don't blame me if they hurt," I say.

       "I won't," he says. I grab his hands, spin him around, and drag him. He slides on his butt as I drag him through the halls. He and I are both laughing like little kids. It rings through the halls, and I wish it was like this every day. He has actually helped make me feel better after today's insanity. He flips his head to look at me, and his smile is so bright that if it were a commercial or cartoon it'd have the little sparkle coming off it. His laugh is adorable. I drag him into the room and drop his hands. I collapse on the floor panting and laughing, and he laughs harder. "That was fun! Let's do it again!"

       "I think I'll pass. It's your turn to drag my butt through the halls!" I exclaim through bursts of laughter. He stands up and grabs my arms. "No, I wasn't serious!" I yelp.

       "I know, but I'm still doing it," he says with a smile on his face. He drags me back through the halls until we get to the place where I had my meltdown. "My turn!" he exclaims dropping my arms.

       "Aw, come on! I already dragged your butt through here once," I protest.

       "Well, now you have to do it again," he says smiling.

       "Okay, fine," I say. He extends his hands, but I ignore them. I walk around and grab his feet.

       "Wait, what? No, stop!" he exclaims.

       "Nope," I say smiling. I start walking backwards dragging him behind me. His butt is off the ground, and I am slowly pulling his pants down. He starts fumbling around trying to get his hands under his shirt to grab his pants, but he's too slow. He yelps as his pants give way and move to about mid-thigh. I burst out laughing at the sight. At least he's wearing underwear that only have color and no weird design. He's blushing and fumbling, trying to grab his pants as I continue to drag him. I drag him back into the room, and I give one hard tug on his pants to pull them down even further. I start laughing harder as he glares at me. I can tell he's embarrassed because his face is the color of a tomato. As I step away he puts his hand down to grab his pants, but instead he trips me. I fall on top of him, and he lets out a grunt as I land on his stomach. That's when I realize he still doesn't have a shirt on. His old one was soiled by blood, and he hadn't been allowed to get one because he couldn't get out of bed. He has a six pack, and his body's hot as hell. Wait, what am I thinking? I have a boyfriend. Maybe in another time Calvin and I could be together. I still haven't moved from where I've fallen, mostly because I'm mortified. He's looking at me strangely, and there's something in his eyes that I can't decipher. After several long minutes of mortification I push myself up and backwards with a nervous, shaky laugh.

       "Well, that happened," I say with a small smile.

       "Yeah," he says while pulling his pants up and tightening his belt.

"Sorry about the whole pants and falling on you thing," I say keeping the smile on my face.

       "Don't worry about it," he says, and his voice is deeper than normal. If he's feeling what I think he's feeling then I'm going to be in the middle of a love octagon or something. I let out a yawn and check my watch.

       "Holy cow, it's already one am," I say. I yawn again, and he laughs a deep, husky laugh.

       "You tired?" he asks with the same deep voice.

       "Yeah. I think I'm going to sleep," I say. I get up, turn off the light, grab my hoodie, put my hoodie on, and lay back down on the floor. I drift off to sleep, and I'm glad I don't see the faces this time.