Three years ago.

The fire alarm blares as we make our way outside in a rush. No one noticed that I got left behind. And if they did they didn’t care. I cough breathing in the smoke. “Killian!” I hear someone shout from the entrance, most likely being held back as it crumbles in the fire. I look up and see a man dressed in black walking towards me in the fire. He picks me up and caries me out the back and into an unmarked van. I struggle making eye contact with Gorge. 

“Help!” I cried out, my voice muffled as I’m shoved into the back of the car and drive off.

Gorge

I run towards the entrance, noticing that Killian isn’t with me like he promised he would be. “Killian!” I yell a teacher holding me back as the entire entrance crumbles. “Let me go, Killian is still in there!” I yell at the teacher.

”Gorge, you can’t go back in!” The teacher yells letting go of me. I run to the back entrance and see a man holding Killian. The second he spots me Killian yells asking for help. I break out into a sprint but I’m too slow and far away. As I watch the car drive away I collapse to the ground sobbing. Principal Winters runs around the corner and spots me, lying there broken on the ground.

“He was kidnapped…” I whisper to Principal Winters. “Killian is gone, a man in black took him!”

”Gorge, Killian died in the fire.” Principal Winters says wrapping his arms around me.

”No, he didn’t.” I whisper, staring off in the direction the van went.

Present.

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