(Jack's P.O.V.)

It's completely dark in the school, all lights turned out, all windows blackened. Some lockers stand open, others closed and locked like normal. I'm standing in the hallway, and there's no one else around. I walk to the nearest classroom, math, and I try to open the door. It's locked. I try a few other doors but they're all the same. Locked, locked, locked. 

There's a loud noise and I jump. It was a gunshot. Again? Why? And where is everyone? I hear whimpering from inside one of the classrooms. They're all inside. I run to one of the doors and I start banging on it. 

"Let me in! Please!" I beg but no one answers. I hear another gunshot, and it's closer. Oh, hell no. Why? Why, why, why? I look around. Bathrooms. Surely they won't be locked. I run towards the mens bathroom and I try to open the door... But it's locked. Why is it locked?! What the hell? Oh my god, oh my god. I look around. Another gunshot makes me jump. The lockers. I'm skinny as all hell, I can probably fit in one. 

I go to one of the open lockers and I open it up wider, stepping inside. Sure enough, I fit almost perfectly. I close the door, whimpering. Another gunshot makes me squeal. I quickly bite my lip to stop myself from making any other noises. Oh my god... Why is this happening again? I can't believe it's happening again. I hear footsteps pass but I don't see a figure. Maybe a slight shadow of a figure, but no one really. Soon the footsteps are quiet and when the fifth gunshot rings out it's farther down the hall. But I also hear something else. 

A body drop. Oh my god... I hesitantly open the locker, looking into the dark hallway. Then I jump out of the locker and I run. I run towards the gunshot. Why am I running towards the gunshot and the body?! The hell is wrong with me?! But when I finally reach the hallway the sounds came from I regret ever moving in the first place. Tears come to my eyes and I cover my mouth with my hands, crying. On the floor, dead beyond belief with gunshots galore in his body, is Mark. 

"Oh my god!" I scream. I collapse to the ground, my hand still over my mouth, unable to look away from his body. I can't believe it. He's dead. I wasn't there for him, I couldn't protect him, he's dead. Oh my god... I can't stop my sobs. 

"Sean... Sean... Sean!" I gasp, opening my eyes and sitting up. I look around frantically, realizing that I'm not in school, there is no shooter, and that Mark isn't dead. Instead it's nine AM on a Saturday morning and I'm in my bedroom, Ma sitting next to the bed. 

"Sean, are you okay? You were crying in your sleep." She says. Then do I notice the feeling of tears dripping down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them away. 

"Uh, yeah. What's up?" I ask. She smiles a small bit. 

"I got a call from the school." She says. I look at her. Why would she get a call from the school? "They found out who was shooting." She says it quietly and my eyes go wide. 

"T... They what?" I ask, almost inaudible. Surprisingly, she hears me though. 

"Yeah. It was some kid, brought a gun and started shooting. No one got hurt, as you should know, but the kid got expelled and got a mental test. Turns out he's got multiple problems. But it's settled and it won't happen again. Okay?" She says it calmly, putting a hand on my leg. I nod. 

"Thanks." I say. She nods. 

"Get dressed and come down. We have some errands we need to run. Okay?" She asks again. I can tell she isn't used to seeing me like this, I'm not used to seeing me like this. I was crying in my sleep? Man... Nightmares really do feel real... I nod and she nods as well, leaving my room like that. I sigh, throwing the covers off of me. And on to the wonderful day that is my life.

(Ann's P.O.V.)

"Mark, you should talk to him." I say, looking over at him. He shakes his head, not looking away from the food he's plating. "Why?" 

"Because Ann, he hurt me. He hurt me really bad. I don't want to face him right now." He says. I sigh. The past day Mark has been irritable and quiet, which is very odd for him and I do not like it. 

"Mark, I tried explaining to you what really happened. Why don't you just listen?" I ask. He kind of slams the fork down on the counter. 

"Because I don't want to hear it!" He says, looking at me with a fierce look in his eyes. I narrow my eyes and frown, staring at him with a disappointed look. 

"Fine. But you know as well as I do that Jack isn't gonna last long without you." And with that I pick up my plate and I walk out into the café, not giving a damn what state I left Mark in.