Jacyn was falling.The world around her spun in a blur of red and black. Screams echoed in the distance—familiar voices twisted by terror. Her body felt weightless, as if suspended in time, yet every second dragged like an eternity. She reached out, grasping for something—anything—but her fingers met only air.Then came the sound.Gunshots.Sharp. Ruthless. Final.She turned her head and saw the bus again. The same bus from the outing. But this time, it wasn’t rolling—it was burning. Flames licked the windows, smoke billowed into the sky, and silhouettes of people pounded against the glass, begging to be let out.Jacyn tried to run toward them, but her feet wouldn’t move. She was frozen—a spectator to the horror. Her heart pounded violently in her chest.“Liam!” she screamed.No answer.She saw him inside the bus, shielding her with his body, blood dripping from his forehead. His eyes met hers—pleading, desperate.Then the explosion came.The bus erupted in a deafening blast, throwing
Last Updated : 2025-10-21
