I actually had a dream of this entire story. I woke up in tears, but the dream was amazing. I had to turn it into a story. I hope that you enjoy. Please review and let me know what you think of this. Thanks, loves.

Violet took a deep breath and held her books closely to her chest. She knew she had no other choice but to walk into the school. She could only imagine what would be waiting for her inside.

It was 1994, and a week ago her boyfriend, Tate, had lost his mind and shot and killed 15 students at Westfield High School. Her school. Their school.

Violet and the rest of the student body were given a week. A week to say their goodbyes. A week to mourn their loss. A week to forget. Everything was supposed to go back to normal today. Everyone was supposed to act like nothing happened. It was supposed to be okay, but it wasn't. It never had been.

Violet kept her head low as she walked through the hallways, trying to block out the sneers from the other students. Some yelled at her. "You bitch!" Some questioned her with teary eyes. "Why didn't you stop him?" And some gave her looks that spoke all of their hatred toward her.

Flowers and cards decorated the lockers of the students that had lost their lives. It was like a scene from a movie. Violet walked down the long hallway, passing by each locker. The math club was crowded around Amir's locker. Stefanie's boyfriend was standing in front of her locker, looking like he wasn't going to be able to stand much longer. Kevin's girlfriend Rooney was sitting next to his locker. She had her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach and was the only one to look at Violet without any emotion.

Violet's long walk ended with her path being blocked by the football team and cheerleading squad.

"I can't believe you even showed your face here." One of the cheerleaders sneered.

"What, bitch? Got nothing to say?" A burly football player roared.

Violet kept her eyes on the ground, trying not to flinch at their loud voices. "I'm sorry…" She whispered.

"Sorry isn't going to bring them back!"

Violet shook her head, turning away from them and hurrying down the hallway and through a door that lead outside. The yelling from the jocks finally silenced when the door slammed shut behind her.

She bit her lip to keep in her tears while she walked. She walked down the sidewalk, completely blocking out every single noise around her. The tips of her shoes stepped off the cement and onto the grass when she finally reached the cemetery. She hadn't had the nerve to step foot in this place until now. She just needed to talk to him.

His tombstone was easy to find. It was away from everyone else as if he was being shunned. The stone was plain and only held his name and the years in which he lived.

Violet sat down, facing the stone and placed her books down beside her. She stared at the stone in silence for a few long minutes, trying to figure out exactly what to say. Her thoughts drifted back to the morning when the world stopped.

Flashback

Violet was sitting on her bed, twirling her thumbs. She was so nervous to tell Tate her news. She didn't know how he was going to react. He had been acting so strange lately, always staying out late and being distant toward her. The only time he wasn't distant was when he was wrapped in her embrace. He always seemed so much more alive when he was connected to her.

Violet jumped when her bedroom door swung open and loudly collided with the wall. "Tate! You scared me."

Tate didn't reply. Violet could tell that something was wrong. He was hovering in the doorway to her bedroom. His hands were shaking, and his head was twitching. Violet knew exactly what was going on, and it made her angry.

"You're high again aren't you?" She growled as she stood up from her bed. "Tate?" Violet raised her voice and walked over to him when he didn't respond. Tate raised his head up so that he was staring at her. The look of pure rage on his face made Violet very nervous. "Tate…" She whispered as she reached out and took his shaking hands in hers, holding them to her chest in the hopes that they would stop shaking.

Tate's eyes softened as soon as Violet touched him. "My Vi…" He whispered as a hint of a smile spread across his face.

"Hi, baby." Violet smiled at him.

"Violet…"

Violet let go of one of Tate's hands so that she could cup his cheek. He leaned into her touch. "Tate, what's going on? Is everything okay?" Violet could tell that something was wrong, but she knew that she had to be gentle with Tate when he was like this. He always had a bad temper when he was high.

Tate shook his head. "No… But it will be. Everything will be okay. They will be free and happy." Tate whispered his words.

"You're not making any sense, love." Violet spoke in a calm tone.

Tate's eyes focused back on Violet's, and his hands grabbed her arms, a little too tightly. Violet winced. "You can't go to school today!" He said in a panic.

"What? Why? Tate, please let me go." Violet was doing her best to keep the worry out of her voice. Tate instantly released his hold on her.

"You can't be there when… You have to stay here. Violet, you have to." Tate mumbled and ran his fingers through his hair over and over again.

Violet was becoming more concerned by the second. "Why don't we both stay home today?"

"No!" Tate roared, making Violet jump. "I have to do this!"

"Do what?" Violet's voice was as loud as Tate's now.

Tate pulled Violet into his arms, holding her tightly to him. "I love you so much, Violet. I'm doing this for us and them. We'll all be happier after this. I promise."

Violet shook her head. She wondered if he would even tell her what was going on. She decided that maybe it was best to change the subject. "Tate, I need to tell you something…"

Tate leaned back and looked into her eyes. "I have to go now, Violet. Come find me after in my house. I'll be there waiting for you. I'll wait forever if I have to." Tate spun around and started walking away.

"Tate!" Violet called after him. She would have chased him down if she knew that it would be the last time she would see him alive.

End of Flashback

Tears rolled down Violet's cheeks as she took deep breaths. She reached out and ran the tips of her fingers against Tate's engraved name.

"I miss you." She whispered, half expecting to hear his voice in response.

"I need you." Her hands moved to rest against her stomach. To anyone that didn't know, they would never suspect that she was pregnant. The layers of clothes hid the small swell of her tummy. She rubbed the bump as she thought about the baby growing inside of her. This baby was all she had left of Tate.

"Why did you leave me?" She sobbed. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to hit him.

"I'm right here, Violet." His voice flooded her ears, and she turned her head to the side and saw him sitting next to her.

She stared at the smile plastered on his face. That smiled that creased dimples into his cheeks had always made her heart soar. But this couldn't be real. He couldn't be here. He was dead and buried six feet under her.

Violet closed her eyes tightly. "No, you're not." She whispered. When she opened her eyes, the mirage of him was gone, and she was all alone again. Or so she thought.