Well, I'm bored.

So, imma try a thingy.

Imma just go ahead and write a oneshot, with not a clue about what I'm going to write about.

This could either be a disaster, or work...

Let's find out which!!

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Lou sighed, and glanced at her watch.
Only a few minuets left.

Her algebra teacher stalked through the desks, her sharp eyes wandering over the pupils work, and ready to chew them out if they hadn't done anything.

Lou took a breath, and closed her eyes, willing the bell to hurry up.

A note landed on her desk.

Lou opened her eyes in shock, and saw an awkward looking Chinese boy turn back around in his seat, having dropped the note on her desk.

Lou picked it up slowly, and recognised the small sharp handwriting of Annabeth Chase. Her hand gripped the desk, as the note fell back onto the desk, and she tried to cover up her shaking hands.

Not today.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching her, she slowly unfolded the paper, her eyes already blurring with tears.

"Why are you still here, you worthless piece of rubbish? You deserve to go were your useless boyfriend went, to hell. Get your ugly mug out of our faces and save everyone some trouble"

Lou's vision tunnelled. She couldn't handle this, not today.

She looked up, and saw Piper McLean, the brown haired beauty and Hazel Levizique (sp?), the gorgeous frizzy haired one smirking at her, as they watched her squirm.

Lou's lungs seemed to collapse, as her vision went dark. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the desk and gritted her teeth, anything to stop the tears.

Suddenly, the bell rang, causing Lou to jump. She swept her books into her open bag and all but ran out of the classroom.

She kept running, through the corridors and the halls. Out the school building, and further.

Her lungs has emptied and she couldn't take a full breath. Her vision was blocked by her black hair flying in her face, and her burning hot tears, bout she kept going.

Her head spun and she felt sick. Her jeans, which used to fit her perfectly, kept slipping down her waist, due to so much extra room. She could feel her muscles burning, but she could also hear the whispers, the taunts.

"Mute"
"Weirdo"
"Ugly"
"Probably killed him"
"Wouldn't surprise me. She just looks like a psycho, right?"
"Yeah. She's so weird."
"I bet she can actually talk. It's just for show"
"She just want sympathy"

The whispers, the taunts.

"She's as thick as she is dumb"
"Her face is all weird. Like, ever heard of plastic surgery?"
"I'm pretty sure she already used plastic surgery. But the operation just went wrong, and she was left like that."
"She probably started the fire herself"

She kept running, and running and running.

The scars on her arms and legs were threatening to reopen, but Lou didn't care.

It didn't matter.

None of it did.

Eventually, she finally reached a tree, with a swing attached to it.

Lou didn't want to sit there, because it was their tree, but she didn't have much of a choice.

She dropped her bag in the mud, and say down on the homemade swing. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her tears had dried to her face, but new ones kept leaking out of her eyes.

Lou Ellen sat there, on her swing, wishing more than anything that Cecil was here right now.

It had been a year since his death.
A year since the shooting and the fire.
A year since Lou lost her voice.
A year since Lou lost her soul.

He was the light of her life.
Cecil was her best friend. He was funny and adorable. He kept her smiling even though she was already broken.

With shaking hands, Lou pulled out her phone. She didn't have many photos, as she deleted any ones that didn't include Cecil.

Lou scrolled through them all, her breath quaking, and her sight getting interrupted my tears.

Each photo was a knife thrown at her. Each time it landed on its target, her heart. Her heart bled slowly, as her mind screamed in anguish. But she kept looking.

Finally, she got to the one that she wanted to see. When she had first told Cecil that she was in love with him. She could still remember his face, his open mouth and wide eyes. He looked so shocked, the Lou didn't know what to do.

Until he kissed her.

Lou smiled a little, and raised her hand up and touched her lips. They were cold, and unused. Lou hadn't opened her mouth in a year.

When she finally came to the last photo, she could take it. She fell to the ground, silently screaming. It had been taken minutes before the shootings.

Cecil had stolen her phone, and spammed it by taking hundreds of ridiculous selfies. Lou caught him, and tried to grab her phone back, but Cecil managed to grab her around the waist, and kissed her.

At the time, it was nothing special. It was one kiss in a thousand, even though it still sent her heart flying.

But that was their last kiss.
That was Lou's last laugh.
And that was Cecil's last breath.

The memories were overwhelming. They all ran into the shopping centre, their faces covered and their guns held to everyone's head.

One of the men randomly fired into the crowd, to get everyone's attention, and everyone's attention was on him.

Apart from two peoples.

Lou could vividly remember the look of shock and pain that appeared on Cecil's face, when the bullet ripped though his body, and a huge red flower suddenly blossomed on his shirt.

He fell down immediately, and Lou caught him.

She hugged him, and told him not to go.
He said he was sorry, and that he loved her.

But Lou never got the chance to say that she loved him back. Because, the light had left his eyes already, and his heart had stopped.

Lou screamed.
She screamed and screamed and screamed.

The man with the gun came and picked her up, telling her to be quiet. He took her away from her Cecil.

Cecil, who needed her right now.
Cecil, who was still alive.
Cecil, who HAD to still be alive.

He couldn't not be.

But, he took her away from him, and Lou never saw him again.

They tried to burn her, but the pain was meant half as bad as the pain of losing Cecil.
They shoved her into a tiny room, with lots of other people, and ordered everyone to drink the gasoline.

Lou didn't. She just say there. Unable to move.

Then, they set the room on fire.

Lou looked around, and saw a child screaming while its mother was covered in flames. The mother was screaming and leaping about, her cries desperate and pain filled.

But Lou just sat there, looking ahead.

The smoke got into her lungs, and soon enough she couldn't breath. She clutched her throat, but she couldn't get any oxygen, because the fire had used it all up.

Everything went black, as the fire became redder.
Everything went fuzzy, as everything else became clear.

Lou was the only one who survived that fire. But the damage that it caused, physiologically and physically, were life altering.

Lou couldn't speak, but her eyes said it all.

But this time, her eyes closed. She say along on a swing that used to be theirs and her eyes closed for the last time.

And with her final breath, the knife that was in her stomach was pulled out.

Lou Ellen smiled for the first time that year, and whispered

"Cecil..."

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TADAAAA!!!

So, wadda ya all think?!

Wow, that was really fun to do.

I might do that again, just write something random.

Well, I'd better go, it's nearly 2 AM over here.

Hope I broke your feels!!

Byeeeeeeeeee-
*doges knife*
-eeeeee!!