Author's note: 

Jk, I just like seeing your reactions. Love ya! >; )

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I jump up, realizing who it is, sheading my warm blanket and leaving the guys in my dust.

I rush up the stairs and to Rain's room, rushing in the door as everyone else crowds behind me. Rain is sitting right up, breathing heavily with sweat rolling down her face which reflects off her nightlight.

I come over to her and she stares forward in terror. Night terror. I get them pretty often but I'm sure she doesn't.

"Hey, look at me, it's alright. You okay?" I ask her as I move sweaty hair from her head as she looks at me.

She swallows heavily and nods her head.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" She whispers out in a terrified voice.

I smile at her.

"Of course, come here," I say holding out my arms.

She hangs onto me and I pat her back as I held her so that her arms and head go around my shoulders and her legs wrap around to my back.

"She alright?" Leo asks.

"Just a bad dream. I got her, go ahead and go back to sleep," I whisper.

They all disperse except for A who sticks around.

"Everything okay?"

"I got it. Go ahead and go to bed, she'll be alright."

"I meant you. You seem so calm about this."

"I've had my fair share of night terrors. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Really?"

"Sure. I mean after everything I would be concerned if I didn't. I am just used to them. Go ahead and go to bed, it's like two AM.

"Alright then, see you tomorrow I guess."

"See you tomorrow," I say as I go into my room and he goes downstairs.

I tuck her into my bed and get in after her, making her curl up into me and I wrap my arms around her.

"Beth? Can I tell you what happened in my dream?"

"Sure."

"You were in a coma for a long time and one day you had stopped breathing and died. Then the house caught on fire and I was stuck in a room and that's when I woke up."

"As long as I am alive I will never let that happen to you. And I don't plan on leaving you any time soon."

She stays silent and I feel her smile appear but slowly fade as her breathes fall into a rhythm and slows steadily and I do the same.

oOoOo The Next Morning oOoOo

I slowly wake up and go to roll over before feeling a small body curled next to me. I quickly stop before I crush her and slowly move out of the bed. I keep her covered up and yawn as I stretch my arms over my head.

I put my hair into a messy bun and look at the clock. Five AM. Four hours of sleep is what I'm going on. Good thing I have learned how to go off of that. Coffee!

I smile slightly and quietly make my way downstairs. I start a morning cup of coffee as quietly as I can and get out a few pans. It's the weekend. School is gonna start eventually. I am gonna make as many good breakfasts as I can.

I slide on a pair of slippers, grab the bucket and go out to the chicken coop. I get a bunch more eggs and head back inside and start breakfast. 

I end up with a plate of toast, bacon, eggs, grilled cheese, french toast and mini pancakes with sprinkles because why not?

I put out all the plates except for bacon and eggs which is still all cooking. I hear footsteps come over to the kitchen. I look over and see a shirtless Gray standing there.

"What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast."

He comes over next to me and reaches over to grab a piece of bacon and I quickly slap his wrist.

"No, no. No. Go wake everyone else up first," I say scowling at him.

"Do you care how I do it?"

"No, why would I?"

He grabs a glass and quickly fills it with water. I smile and shake my head as he turns to me, smiling before he walks away. As he goes to walk away he grabs a piece of bacon and makes his getaway.

"Gray!" I say as he disappears from view.

I put the last piece of bacon on the plate and do the same with the eggs before putting it all at the table with plates and all that other stuff.

I go to slide off my apron when suddenly hear,

"GRAYSON!"

Laughing comes from the other room and Gray darts into the kitchen, the others behind close behind him. He hides behind me.

"You guys should throw him in the pool," I say setting down the syrup.

They all look at me with smiles.

"Did you make all of this?" Leo says coming in.

Why can't you guys just keep your shirts on? 

"No Leo, the Easter Bunny made this entire breakfast," I say sarcastically.

"Well just checking because whenever you make stuff, we need a trash can nearby," he retorts.

"So you can store it in your home for the winter?" I say back, crossing my arms.

"Need some water for that burn of yours Leo?"

Asher and Rain soon come down the stairs looking at us like we're crazy.

"Since they are they are the only ones with shirts on other than me, they get to eat. The rest of you can go," I say annoyed at them.

"You have to be the only girl to ever say that," Gray says with that smirk of his.

"And proud, now go get shirts on," I say, crossing my arms as Rain and Asher take their seats.

They throw their heads back and sigh, obviously annoyed but go put on shirts nonetheless.

We all take our seats and I end up the odd one out, without a seat. I sigh and roll my eyes as they all smirk at me. I jump onto the counter, sitting down with my plate beside me.

"So how early did you wake up?" L.J. asks.

"Five?"

"Your unbelievable," Trever says, taking a bite out of his food.

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'incredible'," I say smiling.

"Uh-huh. Sure."

My smile drops.

We all finish eating and they help me clean up before we all go to my room except for Asher, Rain, and Leo.

They make themselves at home as I go to my closet.

"What are you doing?"

"Interview starting in two hours for the shooting, I'm getting ready," I say with my back turned to them. 

I grab the clothes we decided on yesterday and make my way to the bathroom, getting dressed.

I straighten out my clothes as I look in the mirror. My hair and face may be a mess but at least the clothes look nice.

I walk back out and into the room.

"You have two hours till it starts, why are you getting ready now?"

"Hair and makeup, covering up this mess don't just happen," I say as I motion to my face.

"You look just fine," L.J. says, underthinking this whole thing.

"Thanks but Willow's already on her way."

"Can't-do your own makeup?" Alan asks.

"Never had a reason to unless to cover a black eye," as I say that Willow comes into my room.

"Sit down we only have two hours to do this," Willow says with a bag in hand.

"Only two hours?" Alan says looking at her as if she was joking.

"Hair takes a long time, so shut your faces,"

She turns away for a moment and I give the guys a scared look. I am gonna let this lunatic friend of mine have away at my head. (Send help!)

I take a seat and sigh, slouching my shoulders.

"Sit up or you'll ruin your outfit," she says without even looking to me.

I sit up.

"So are we coming too?" Gray asks.

"Yes, you guys all get to come."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes. You guys get front row seats to my death," I say smiling slightly.

"We'll be back in two hours," Trever says as they all leave the room.

oOoOo Two Hours Later oOoOo

"Alright, all done."

I turn to the mirror. My makeup is beautiful and my hair is in beautiful curls that go down my back.

"Thank you Willow," I say turning back to her.

"I love doing this! You look beautiful, now let's go get everyone ready and in the cars!"

I smile at her and slide on my heels as I walk down the steps carefully. Everyone else is down there and ready to go in slightly less professional clothes.

We all go to the cars and I ride with Willow till we make it to the building. Security escorts us inside and to a big room. Reporters fill the room with camera's, notepads, and microphones.

My anxiety shoots up through the roof. They show the others to their seats on the side of the stage and I am brought up to the side of the stage as a guy stands on the podium.

"Today we have brought in a teenage girl who not only survived a school shooting but fought off the shooters in defense of the school and most importantly her friends. She had gone into a coma for two months till waking up with memory loss, gaining it back just a day later. As requested we have a sign language translator for this speaker as well. Please welcome Beth Jones to the stage."

He applauds me as well as everyone else. He backs off the stage and I step up to the microphone covered podium.

Shouting soon starts and a point to a woman in the second row.

"Is it true that you may never gain back your voice?"

'Actually, I have although it is painful when speaking for too long or to often.'

The translator beside me speaks for me.

The shouting begins again. I point to a man in the back.

"Is it true that you were in a relationship with one of the shooters?"

'No.'

The shouting starts again. I point to another woman in the front.

"Is it true that these shooters had bullied you for years?"

'Yes.'

I point to another man in the front.

"What would these shooters do to you on a daily bases?"

I look at the others as I bite my lip. This sorta question? They give me a thumbs up and I sign over to the translator.

"They would steal my work and claim it to be their own along with name calling and would continuously beat me up," the translator says as she reads my hands. 

I point to another man in the third row.

"When did the bullying get worse?"

"When I had gotten friends who stood up for me," the translator says, reading my hands.

I point to someone else.

"How did you gain these friends?"

I smile.

"I was being bullied when they had seen me and came to my defense. In turn, I would hang out with them and I haven't been able to lose them since."

"Was it true that you had played a role as another person when going out there?"

"Yes, I had another title I would go by for privacy and they had called for both to come out so I went out as the one who no one really knows."

"Is it true that your real parents had died when you were younger?"

I inhale sharply. I chew on my cheek, trying to string together some words as I look to the others. They just give me worried looks.

"Yes, after that I was placed into an orphanage."

"Is it true that you had been to another home before this?"

"Yes."

"What had happened in the home before the one you are in now?"

"My mother had died in a car accident. My dad went downhill and could no longer care for me."

"Is it true you are in contact with the shooters?"

"No."

"Is it true that you are now in a relationship with one of the hostages?"

"No."

"What was going through your head when you walked into that room with the shooters?"

"What had they done to my friends, how can I get them out of this. And if I could really win that fight."

"Is it true that you kissed one of the shooters to trick him so that you could take his gun and shoot him?"

"Yes."

"Is it true that you will be going to the same school as the shooters?"

"I am not sure."

"Is it true that you had sustained bruises, black eyes, swollen lips and even cuts from the bullying?"

"Yes."

"Why do you think that your friends had stepped in in the first place if these shooters were known for bullying? Do you think intimate feelings could have played a factor? Granted it is high school and feelings run high."

Uh...