Author's note: I do not own any character's of Degrassi. I do not own Degrassi.

Simply Complicated

Rick pointed the gun straight at Emma's chest. Sean was the only one in the way. The thoughts going through his head were killing him.

'Shoot the damn thing, you owe her.'

'Lower your gun, she's really not that bad!'

'You'll never get away with it if you do that.'

'Who cares!'

Rick slowly closed his eyes, hoping he had made the right decision. His finger lay on the trigger. What had he gotten himself into? Is there anything he could do to stop this chaos? There was nothing, he eventually decided, with all the hate and betrayal flooding back into his mind. Jimmy lay unconscious on the ground with a bleeding bullet shot in his back. Emma stared in terror at Rick who held the gun only a few feet away from her. Sean stood in the middle unsure of what to do.

How Emma had pushed and shoved him; caused him misery, spilt every word of hate onto his desire to please her, how she saved him with no feelings for him at all . . .

The next day, news station vans and police cars lined the high school borders. Flashes of light from cameras, chatting from the suspicious policemen and women, the reporters reporting the devastating news, all these sounds filled the air.

"Welcome back to KCR7. Here we are at Degrassi High school, with horrible news. A student was shot here at this school just yesterday. Another student, whose name still has not been released due to age, apparently brought a shot gun to school and shot a student in the back and killed another. The student who has been murdered is named Emma Nelson."

Sean had witnessed it all. Why hadn't he taken the gun and thrown it out the window? Why didn't he try to prevent . . . prevent Rick from killing Emma? How could Rick have brought a gun to school? They all knew Rick was daily tortured by students, but they didn't know they had pushed him that far over the line.

Sean couldn't help but hit the replay button of the scene again . . .

Flashback:

There was a bang. So fast, so sudden, Sean fell to the floor, watching Emma fall along with him. Only Emma wasn't panting. Emma wasn't looking at him with fear in her eyes. Emma had closed her eyes. Sean figured she had just passed out from shock, but how to explain the bang? The bang that filled his ears, the bang that still rang. Rick had dropped his gun and started to run away. Sean didn't care about Rick right now. Why wasn't Emma breathing? Had she . . . had she been shot? Sean desperately crawled towards her. He held her hand chanting, "Emma, wake up, wake up Emma . . ." Desperately hoping . . . but it was determined. Emma was dead.

End Flashback

Sean lay on the torn up couch with his eyes closed. He didn't care about anything else anymore. He didn't care that Ellie had just opened the door and sat down beside him. He felt the burning of his eyes, the taste in his throat as he struggled to keep the tears down.

"It's ok Sean," he heard Ellie say with a cracked voice. "We all know it's hard, just cry."

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