Mia has always thought about what it would be like to die, How she would die, and when she would die. She's honestly never thought about a school shooting. Because one of her worst nightmares is to die in school and She was not fucking dying in school.

"This just sucks for you..." Younger Mia says in the brunette's ear.

Mia closes her eyes and inhales deeply, "This isn't happening, this isn't happening..." She whispers. Mia opens her eyes and sees Clay sitting across from her, his hands on his face.

"Aw, is little Emmy gonna cry?" Younger Mia whispers in Mia's ear. "You might want to check on your boyfriend before he gets you both killed."

Mia flits her eyes to Clay, he was...talking to himself. She wasn't judging, she's just never seen anyone do it except for her.

"Clay?" She softly calls out, her voice shaky. Clay inhales shakily and exhales sharply. Mia touches her stitches and quietly groans in pain. She crawls over to Clay and sits beside him. Mia looks at the spot next to Clay that he was having a conversation with.

Mia hears a clatter outside and she gasps quietly. A lump forms in her throat and her heart drops into her stomach. "I-I can't..." She inhales and exhales quickly. She touches her stomach and closes her eyes.

Clay looks over at the short-haired girl. "Mia?" He questions. When did she move next to him? He holds her hand, a yelp leaves her lips and Clay places a finger over her mouth. Mia pierces her blue eyes into his. Mia becomes silent and she inhales. Clay slowly takes his finger off Mia's lips.

Clay notices the look in Mia's eyes. "We're not dying today." He whispers.

Mia closes her eyes. "And how do you know that?" She asks.

"Because it's just a drill." Clay nods his head.

Mia looks at him, "A d-drill?" She questions.

Clay raises his brows and Mia lets out a quiet and nervous chuckle. "That's fucking...no, wh-why would this be a drill?" She asks.

"This school is fucking insane?" He shrugs.

Mia scoffs, "I mean...yeah, but..." Mia licks her lips and slowly nods her head. "That could also be a reason why this is real." She pulls her knees towards her chest.

Clay taps his fingers against his thigh. "Okay, how about this..." Clay scoots closer to her, his arm lightly pressing against hers. "If this isn't a drill, then I'll take you on a picnic." He says.

Mia looks over at him. "If this isn't a drill, then we're dead." Mia leans closer to him, for emphasis.

Silence settles between the two. "If this...is a drill..." Mia licks her lower lip. "Then you can take me on a picnic..." Mia nods her head.

Simultaneously, they both look at each other. Mia gives Clay a small smile. "Do you...really not remember the party?" Mia asks, her smile gone.

Clay pulls his brows together, "O-Only bits and pieces...why did something important happen?" He asks.

Mia felt a pain settle in her stomach. She clears her throat and chuckles. "Not really, you just...beat the shit out of Brett." Mia answers. "Th-that's all."

Clay's mouth slightly opens. "Wait...really?" He inquires.

Mia nods her head. "Mhmm...really. He did beat the shit out of you before...guess you wanted some payback." She says with a light scoff.

Clay leans his head against the desk. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

"Sorry, for what?" she asks.

"I just...I know you and Brett are...close and--"

Mia cuts Clay off with a quiet laugh. She buries her face into her hands. Clay raises his brows, "What? What did I say?" He asks.

Mia lifts her head up and shakes her head. "No, no...it's...it's nothing. I swear." She chuckles. Me and Brett close...hilarious.

"Brett and I...I mean...I cared about him at least I...think I did." Mia sighs. "Love is a complicated thing." The brunette leans her head against the desk.

"Do you...love him?" Clay asks.

"No," Mia answers immediately. "I never did."

"I was just..." Mia rolls her lips into her mouth. I might be dead by the end of this day. Why not? "I was just trying to get over you." Mia sighs.

Clay's jaw tightens. "That's a bitchy thing to do, right? Using someone to make your ex-boyfriend jealous..." Mia bites her thumbnail. "I just...I never thought that someone like Brett would...like or love someone like me."

"What do you mean?"

Mia blows air out of her mouth. "I look at myself in the mirror and...I don't like what's looking back at me." Mia states. "I h-h-hate what I see looking back at me." She admits.

Clay shakes his head in disbelief, "Why?" He asks.

Mia looks at her fingers. "When I was younger, my family used to fight...all the time, I just never realized it." Mia quietly. "I just pushed myself to be the best, because I knew that Bryce was the one they favored. They worshipped him...and they treated me like...a mistake." A lump forms in the brunette's throat. "But now Bryce is...dead. My dad hates me...still and my mom once again is questioning my mental health..."

"Mia, You shouldn't have to go through any of this." Clay states. He knows how much pain Mia has endured in her life, and the world continues to throw things at her, when will they stop?

Mia turns to Clay and sees him already looking at her. Her cheeks heat up. "You know...my mom fired our housekeeper and chef?" Mia chuckles. "She's been learning to cook herself, so...we can have a nice dinner together...as a family."

The brunette feels a choked sob leave her mouth. "I wish...that I told her that I loved her more...before Bryce died..." Mia covers her eyes with a hand. "I want to eat her burnt chicken again..."

Clay's eyes soften, "Hey..." Clay reaches to touches Mia's face but hesitates for a second. But he ignores the doubt in his head and cups her cheeks. Mia inhales, she opens her eyes. "Mia, we're going to survive this, I know we are." He whispers. "You're going to see your mom again, you're going to eat her burnt chicken, you're going to go to college, you're going to find the person you love, live a happy life and--"

A gunshot rings outside the classroom. Mia covers her mouth and buries her face into the crook of Clay's neck. Clay wraps his arms around the girl as she quietly cries. "We're going to be okay, we're going to be okay..." Clay whispers quietly.

"If only you were as optimistic as your boyfriend right now." Younger Mia says sitting crisscrossed on the floor. The hallucination tilts her head and smirks. How the hell were these two supposed to support each other if they were both losing their minds?