So Long and Goodnight

Zepplin’s POV
Mr Holmon looks at me and aims the gun at me, pulling the trigger, only to find he’s out of bullets. Without a word he runs out of the room. Common, Enemy flees without a weapon.
I look down at Ridley. She’s looking up, breathing slowly.
“Fxck!” I look at the wound. Fatal. “Ridley, stay with me, please.” I take of my jacket and hold it over the wound, but deep inside I know it won’t do anything.
She bites her lip and sheds a tear. “Am I gonna die?”
“No, no, you’re not gonna die.” I lie.
She doesn’t even look at me. Without even realizing it, I grab her hand. Taking the jacket off of the wound, I turn it over and place it under her head like a pillow. I knew he would try to stop us, but I never imagined he would kill us. I probably thought he might at some point, but I guess I never actually took into consideration how far he would go.
And with all of my thinking, I forget about the dying girl in front of me.
“I love you, Zepplin.” She says. Fxck. Gerard was right. But it’s not vice versa, sadly. What should a person do in a situation like this? It’s a person’s last moments of life. Do you give lie and give them good last thoughts, or do you tell them the truth, so that they’ll know the truth no matter how sad?
“I...I…” That’s all I can say. The moment’s too intense to make a decision. I can’t lie, but I can’t break a heart either. Especially during the heart’s final moments pumping blood.
And with that, she closes her eyes and takes her last few breathes. She’s not breathing anymore. I feel her heart. It slows down, and eventually stops. I wait for the next beat, but it never comes.
I’m in shock. I can barely move. It’s done. She’s dead. I don’t even know what to do. I just sit there for a moment. But I remember, Mr Holmon could come back at any moment. With a loaded gun this time. I use all of my might and stand up, walking over to Lily.
“L-Lily?” she jolts up.
“What? What did I miss?” she says. “Fxck!” she says in pain.
“Wait, since when the fxck can you talk?”
“It’s a long story.” She blinks, and closes her eyes. Her voice is scratchy and unused.
“Where’s Max?” she says.
“Knocked out, in the supply closet. In the middle of a class, he’s safe.”
She looks to the side, at Ridley. “Rid-Ridley?!” she shouts, rushing up, but she falls back down in pain.
“No, no, don’t look at Ridley. She’s fine.”
“Are you serious? Look at her!”
“No, she’s just unconscious.” I lie. “It’s pretty common now. Just…just find a place to hide and rest. Please.”
She nods.
“I’ll be back later, I have to sort out some other stuff.”
She looks at me as I get up and leave. In know I’m probably not supposed to be leaving a beaten girl alone, but there are so many things that need to be taken care of at once.
I go back into the room next door, Katie’s lying curled up in a ball, coughing.
“Are you ok?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond. I’m an idiot. Did I really just ask that? I help her up against the wall, her eyes are shut tight. I go over to the basin in the bathroom connected to this room and wet come paper towel, taking it back and dabbing it on her neck. I also go get her a glass of water, and she downs it in a few seconds. Once she has the energy, she grabs her inhaler and uses it as quickly as she can.
“Thank you, Zepplin.” She says in a scratchy voice.
“No problem.”
I stay there next to her for longer than I probably should. But I look at her and she looks back. From the outside this would probably look extremely odd, but in our places, it actually casts quite a nice feeling in us.
We probably both knew it was coming, but we lean in and deliver each other a long, passionate kiss. When we pull away, we both look shocked, ashamed even. I’m ashamed. I’m kissing someone right after someone else told me they loved me in their last moments. I don’t know what to think right now.
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Gerard’s POV
I wake up in a room. It’s large, but it feels so small. Sitting on a chair is Mr Holmon.
“Oh, hello Mr Way.” He says. I’m not tied up, surprisingly. I get up groggily, and stumble a bit.
“Pace yourself. Make yourself comfortable, although I doubt that’ll be likely.” He chuckles, and I glare, narrowing my eyes.
“You know, Mr Way, I would’ve never guessed you would’ve been in on it. A teacher. Don’t get me wrong, outcasts have tried to protest several times, but there’s never been a teacher involved.”
“What you do is wrong.” I say bluntly. Not a very good comeback or anything, but it’s the truth, even though he’s probably been told it before.”
“No I’m not.” He says. “Kids are getting out of control. I’m stopping all of this madness. It will all be worth it eventually.”
I shake my head at this, and I run over to him about to throw the hardest punch I can muster. But before I can raise my fist he takes out a gun and points it towards my head. Fxck.
It’s almost like he can read my thoughts. “Exactly.” He says.
I back away slowly, and go with my instincts, running towards the door, trying to to open it. One problem. It’s locked…

Notes

So I've got loads planned for the next few chapters, but I have to warn you, there's not that many chapters left. About two more, maybe an epilogue if it's requested, but...yeah. ^_^