I tried to stay strong and pull myself together the best I could. Trish was in total disarray about what I had just said. "Fang... I..." "..." Trish lets out a sigh. "Fang, what is going on? I had never met this guy before. I didn't even know you liked guys or even had a boyfriend. And I know for a fact we haven't got a gig anywhere recently. let alone at the school's auditorium or your uncle's restaurant." "But we did! We played at the auditorium in January. You and Reed convinced Principal Spears to let us play our show for the school and it ended in a complete disaster! I couldn't even show up to school for how bad it went! You even went out of your way to beat up some of the jackasses who laughed at us for it!." "What show?... Spears?... Who he is?" "The principal Trish! Do you know? Freakishly tall and big human guy with long hair that looks like a caveman?!" "Fang... The principal has always been [Redacted], I don't know who or what this spear dude is, and what are these "huemans" you keep talking about? I put my palms in my eyes from the amount of frustration I was feeling "Fang..." "..." "Fang... I don't... I don't know what's going on here. It's like you're... different" "Me too Trish..." We sat while we try to think what to say next. This Trish... She doesn't know Spears, Anon, or any of the shows played throughout the year... It feels so surreal to think she looks mostly the same but completely different in other ways. Am I still dreaming? I keep saying to myself this isn't happening. It feels like one giant inception-tier nightmare happening while I'm trying to crawl out of my deep comatose state. I want to wake up but I can't... I can't wake up... this must be a dream... This isn't happening for real... I see Trish begin to grab something out of her grey handbag, she puts out a personal notebook, complete with miscellaneous stickers of various band logos and a handmade bass doodle. She rips out an empty page from it and hands it to me "Here," Trish said "You going to show me what a "hueman" is." She then hands a mechanical pencil from her bag and then her notebook for support. I'm not the best when it comes to drawing but given the circumstances I'm in, it really doesn't matter. I start scribbling on the blank page to help Trish better understand what I have been saying. I started by drawing the head first then made my way down the torso and arms, trying to do my best to get the fingers right. Once I completed the upper half, I then proceeded to draw the legs and feet. Not too long after I fill in the details with a shirt, pants and then work on the facial features. Right after, It was done. I drew Anon the best I could and then handed the paper back to Trish. She takes the paper and begins to examine it, squinting her eyes to closely see my crudely drawn rendition of what my boyfriend looks like. "What... is this?..." "This is what I mean Trish, this is Anon, he's the human I keep telling you about" I see Trish holding the paper out and looking from all possible angles "Where's its snout?... Or tail even? It's like some weird monkey-like thing" "They don't have any. They're called "skinnies" because they mostly have skin instead of scales" "This... is that Anon guy you're referring to? Is this what he looks like?" "Yeah..." She lowers the paper "I don't know what is going on here... it's like I woke up in a completely separate world, Everything feels so different but... you're here and my brother is still the same. But yet my mom..." I said "Is... there anything you remember before all of this?..." Trish replied I try to think about what I did before today, I could only remember what happened last night. My dream... I could only remember everything that happened in it but nothing before I woke up. The last thing I could remember was me on the rooftop with anon after... No... No that can't be... Was it real?... Did everything I did was genuine... "I..." "I could only remember my dream with Anon" "Your Dream? Nothing from yesterday?" "No..." The sudden realization hit me with the force of a thousand semi-trucks. It's like a wave of dread rushed over me to come to find out that I couldn't remember anything before I woke up. Nothing. Not even a simple routine or task that would have been easy if I remembered anything before today. I'll I could think of was my dream. I recall when I went to Anon's house and slept over to tell him everything was going to be all right after the prom disaster. I woke up early to not disturb him, I remember when I got to the school I had a small green handbag with me and pull out my dad's revolver. Then I... Oh my god... Everything I did... It was all real... I... I killed them... Naomi... Naser... ... Anon... I really did it... I killed them. It all came back to me. The screams from the hallway filled with horror. My classmates tried to run away as .357 lead fragments flung at them as fast as I could pull the trigger. Some escaped from the main entrance while others try to run away as possible in the direction of where I was aiming. I see bodies dropping like gangbusters, blood splattering from the hollow-point bullets once it forcefully entered their bodies faster than sound. I remember spotting Naomi and Naser together. Her look was pure terror, without hesitation, without allowing her to say even a single word I shot her directly in the chest. She was tossed due to her petite figure and dropped immediately, I think I heard her choking on her blood. All I could think about was murder, from manipulating Anon, from trying to change me... Seeing Naser holding out his hands to me as he tried to plead with me to stop once Naomi lay dead on the floor. My postal rage overtook my decisions. I shot also because he couldn't stop trying to help. That's when my ammo started running low. That's when I headed toward the rooftop. It was all rushing back to me, the rooftop... Me falling... I couldn't process it. I stand up because it felt like I was going to either faint or throw, probably both. "Fang? Trish said "Fang are you okay?" I try to balance myself on the side of the garden wall ledge, Trish also stands to try to offer aid once she saw me in distress. "I..." "What? Fang? Are you okay?" I couldn't say anything as my mind felt it was breaking in real-time. This isn't real... This isn't real. I didn't kill them... I didn't... I couldn't... I... My mind blanks out as my vision tunneled, I lose balance and the world around me begins to fade away. "FANG!" Trish yells She hovers over my face as she is the last thing I see before I pass out, I hear her call to me to stay awake. "Fang! Fang?! Stay with me okay, I'm gonna call help! Just stay awake!..." I really did it... I killed them... I killed them all...