A/n: So I woke up this morning to 20 emails! 20! They were all reviews, PM's and Story Alerts and Favorites! It seems like most people are enjoying this story and I wasn't Enough. I can't tell you guys how unbelievably grateful I am for your attention. I got this account so my friends would stop bugging me about how I needed to show people my stories. I never thought they were good or that they would generate any attention. However, just the emails this morning made me feel like maybe my stories are worth something. So thank you all and be sure to watch for different one-shots and stories that I will be publishing in the future.
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Wes
To say I was shaken truly was an understatement. Watching people run into that flaming building was something so tragic I could barely speak of it in years to come. No one ever told me what went down that night. What they really talked about on that third floor. However, all the boys suffered from nightmares. Even the great Logan Wright would wake up at night and call someone to come check on him.
It was the worst for Julian. Comatose for three days, and then the media wouldn't leave him alone. He constantly had flashbacks. He would just lay there, eyes blank, screaming in terror. While the others remember sterile rooms with white walls, and paper sheets; I remember watching them all scream in pain and terror. I watched as each of them recovered and the pain they went through doing so…
Somehow Dalton survived, and though boys left we all stayed together as a family. Even some of the Stuarts agreed to become friends of Windsor. I remember sitting in silence after everyone was released from the hospital. We all sat and prepared for the closing of our beloved school, but were thrilled to learn that a new security system and set of background checks had been added to the admissions process. It was great news for us all. We were a family, and no one could take us away…
The anniversary of Hell night had to be the hardest. Being in the last year of school we all took a trip down to the scorched earth where the art hall once stood. (Although they built a new one the spot where it burned still remains empty.) I remember the actor falling to his knees and crying the dirt staining his uniform pants. The pain in his eyes was great as he remembered what happened that night, and I saw the tears glint in everyone's eyes…
We graduated, we married, we got jobs, we lived, but we never forgot. I rember the day that my own child went off to Dalton. We visited the spot, and I told him what I knew of the story. Jessica was supportive of me as I cried into her shoulder later that night. I saw others that night too. It was no surprise that Logan and Julian had gotten married, nor was it surprising that Kurt and Blaine stayed together. I saw them all tell the story to their own children the sadness lurking in their eyes…
Our first parents night… we didn't let our boys leave our sight. Julian's own hands shook as he held onto his and Logan's son. I watched as the boys finally were let go by us all, and walked backstage. I hoped that they would never see that horror. That they would never feel that terror. That none of them would have to go through what we did. Although it made us stronger we never wished for it. We are lucky, our children never sat in a hospital wanting to know if a boy they knew was dead. None of our boys was stuck in a burning build that was waiting to explode. None of our boys knew the horror, the terror, or the sadness. But we will never forget that night. The night Dalton almost died…