A/N: So I'm debating on two different stories right now. This is one. The other one is an old story I never continued called Lovestory, so you can read that one and tell me what you think.
So please please please review on whether I should pick this story or Lovestory, or if you don't like either one, then tell me too. Hahaa.
This isn't really a chapter. More of a prologue, so enjoy. :)
By the time the paramedics had gotten to me, I was crouching over Liam's unmoving body soaked in his blood. They had told me to let go, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave him like that lying on the floor. His hair was matted with blood and his favorite Radiohead t- shirt was torn apart. He would be pissed...
But then I remembered what had happened. He never would be. I threw myself over his body knowing I could never leave him. I closed my eyes and just prayed that reality didn't exist. That it was just me and Liam. That it would always just be me and Liam.
But sometimes reality didn't listen. They eventually pried me away despite my screams and kicking and left me outside in the school hallway to cry. A few minutes later, a young guy in a paramedics uniform picked me up from the ground and helped me outside where half the school was waiting. They all stared at me with looks of shock and disgust.
They thought I killed him…
I tore my gaze away from their stares and found my parents at the end of drive- way. My dad look disheveled and my mom was pouring tears. I don't know why. They didn't have to see what I had just seen. They didn't go through what I had just gone through. But I still let my Mom hold me until she ran out of tears. I could see her worried stare at my blood- stained shirt, but I didn't care. I knew what happened; they didn't. I just got in the back seat of the car, like I always did when I went to school or when Mom dropped me off a cheer practice or Selena's house. I hugged myself in the backseat and tried to forget the blood trailing all over me… Liam's blood.
Once we got home, I felt almost out- of- place. Like, I didn't belong here. Without saying anything to my parents, I ran up the stairs to my room and lay down facing the blank ceiling. At that moment, I closed my eyes and erased everything that I had seen today. I erased everything I had heard. I erased everything I had done.
So by the time Mom and Dad walked in with police officers, asking what had happened today, all I could tell them was, "I don't remember."